Must Musing

You know you’re a shisha whore when…

1. you go to a shisha place and the people who work there say, “Hey! Long time no see!”
2. the owner of the shisha place knows you AND your profession.
3. you’ve gotten a free shisha.
4. the waiter who takes your order knows what shisha flavor you want without you telling them.
5. the moment you sit down down, the shisha guy goes over to you and says, “Shisha tonight?”

Yes, all of these have happened to me. Yes, I am a shisha whore. Bwahahahahah.

Must Musing

Some guys, despite their age (and gender), just act like high school girls. Unfortunately, you’ll meet at least one in your life, one way or another. That, my friends, is what I call one of life’s little inevitabilities.

Must Musing

“I wish he would die and burn in the pit of hell for eternity! Why? No reason. Just because.”

Hmmm… Isn’t it weird how random thoughts like this surface at the most random moments?

Must Musing

I love how the foreign students refer to a young person as “baby”.

Me: How old are you Makar?
Makar: Seventeen.
Aleem: He’s a baby, teacher.

LOL.

Must Musing

Why? Why do people feel the need to ask me when I plan on getting married? Why? Why? Shouldn’t their question be “Are you seeing anyone?” And if my answer to that is yes, only THEN should they proceed to the marriage question. But NOOOOOO! They go straight to “When are you getting married?” Seriously, is this some sort of conspiracy to remind me that I’m getting old? I’m not even 25 yet! GRRRRR!