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Loneliness

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:12:36 GMT

I'm not sure what triggers it exactly. But you go through the day unaware, until you realize. You are alone. At first it doesn't upset you. In fact, you enjoy the solitude. You enjoy the fact that nobody is bothering you. You like the peace, the quiet. But suddenly there is something that's tugging at your insides, begging you to seek companionship. A deep sort of ache. There's an overwhelming sadness, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Maybe its because you see everybody around you who seems to be happy. You don't want to intrude on their happiness. You feel that if you do, you will just ruin things for them. But inside, you are yelling, "Ask me what's wrong! Please listen to me. Just be there for me. Acknowledge me. Tell me I exist." But when you try to get their attention they don't even meet you in the eye. Their gaze just slips past your face, looking for something else that will satisfy their needs. You clearly do not. And you cannot bring yourself to yell out because once again you don't want to disturb their world of happiness. So you laugh at the appropriate time and act like nothing is wrong. But even when you're laughing a facade, nobody notices and you can't figure out why. Was it your fault that you've become a wallflower? You're sitting there crouched against a corner, wishing somebody would ask you why you're acting the way you are, why you aren't normal. But nobody does. Nobody pays attention. And the loneliness just won't go away. And you feel yourself drift away.

Making Love

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 22:45:08 GMT

I once read a book where the narrator (Some teenage girl, and I cannot remember the book's name either) said how disgusting it was that adults called having sex, "making love".

She proceeded to describe how it was in the first place, awkward for her parents to talk to her about it, but to go ahead and use a euphemism instead of the actual action...

But I don't really see what's wrong with the term "making love". And actually, now the more that I think about it, there is a difference. A huge one.

When I think about sex, it is just the act. The act of taking ones clothes off, sticking a penis in a vagina (or a butthole, if you're gay) and having a one-night stand. One just to get on, experience the short-term pleasure, then get off. That's sex to me.

Making love. Well, it seems different to me. It is more than just the act of taking off one's clothes, and sticking a penis in a vagina (Or... you know if you're gay...). Yes, it is about pleasure, but it is about a long term pleasure. Its a private secret only you and your partner share. Like a smile or a glance that only lasts for a second, but it is still a moment. It isn't only about experiencing a sexual desire for yourself. Its about pleasing the other person. And it isn't only limited to sex. Its about curling up into each other's arms. Its about holding hands while walking, or hugging them from behind. Its about learning to accept each other's faults, and look at them as even more unique because you realize that what doesn't make them perfect, just makes them even more perfect. Its about discovering new things, things that most people don't know about him or her. Really? She likes it when you kiss her wrist? Really? He enjoys it when you play with his hands? She prefers hard pillows. He prefers eating his cereal without milk.

Making love is a process that just keeps going on. To me, its just spending time with him or her. That's what making love is.

The Green One

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:04:53 GMT

For some odd reason, I found myself watching shows I used to watch when I was younger (I'd still watch them today, if only they came on! Cartoons nowadays are just terrible :\)

It got me thinking. Usually whenever I pick a favorite character, the character usually is green, or its "color" is green. I mean, I know I like the color, but I never really paid attention to them when it came to watching shows. I'm not even sure why I like the color green or what it means about me, I just like it. Its a pretty sound color. But maybe I unconsciously WAS picking out characters based on their color, or what they wore. Cases in point:

Teen Titans - Out of the five superheroes my favorite was definitely Beast Boy, followed closely by Raven and then Starfire. He was pretty funny, and his super power was pretty awesome (I wish I could shape shift into green animals!)

I've also never met a guy whose vegan.

But it didn't stop there. Another favorite show of mine was (and still is) The Powerpuff Girls. I think three little kindergartners who save Townsville before bedtime makes a pretty awesome show. My favorite character there was Buttercup. The tomboy. Out of the three, I think I related to her the most. She was tough, and never acted like a girl. Kind of like me at the time. :\

In case you didn't know, she was the "spice" in the "sugar, spice and everything nice" ingredients.

That wasn't the only favorite green character of mine. I also used to watch Totally Spies! too. Yes I know. It was probably my guiltiest pleasure at the time. Even there I picked out the "green" character. I despised Clover - She was everything I was not. In real life, Clover was one of those people I probably would've beat up, sorry to say. :\ And it sucked because usually she was the "leader" (The leader was usually the character standing in the middle of all the rest of the "team" or characters). I liked Alex, but she was really clumsy, and she had nothing to offer to the group except funny lines and lucky breaks - kind of like Shaggy in Scooby Doo, you know, catching the culprit by accident? That was Alex. She was pretty stupid too...

But Sam had long hair - Something I wanted at the time, but only in theory (I cannot manage long hair) and she was really smart. She was the brains of the group. She was also, by coincidence, wearing green.

Yay, smart, mature, and redheaded (Actually most redheads I know in real life aren't that pretty...) She also didn't have an annoying voice like AHEM Clover :|

Even in Pokemon! When the first 150 (Or was it 151? I always forget -_-) Pokemon came out, I adored Bulbasaur before I realized its attack strength sucked (The only thing good about it was its special, which were all leech seed, mega drain, vine whip, and razor leaf. And even then your rival could own with Charizard, because Charizard, as everybody knows, has the greatest attack strength ever, PLUS he's fire. Yes, I still remember all this mmk? shaddup.) I eventually graduated to Squirtle being my favorite because Charmander's so overpicked, and Squirtle can beat Charmander, and Bulbasaur sucks as a Pokemon anyway. But I was first and foremostly drawn to Bulbasaur as a Pokemon, and in the Gold and Silver versions, Chikorita WAS my favorite (This was because everybody predictably picked Cyndiquil, and Totodile was kind of ugly) . Was it a coincidence that they were green? I THINK NOT! Actually, I'm not sure.

But it didn't even stop there. Now that I think about it in the Mario Party games, I always used to pick Yoshi. Then I stopped because my cousin was drawn to Yoshi and started picking Peach instead. And I used to prefer Luigi over Mario (But maybe it was because Luigi was more skinny and taller...)

Was it destiny though? Was it? Was it? I can't really be sure. I just thought it was weird and wanted to share it with you. :\ That's how boring my summer has been, really.

Bathrooms - A Child's Worst Nightmare

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 15:21:16 GMT

Or at least, it was mine. I've always had bad experiences in public bathrooms. I can only count two instances really, that made me scared of them.

In Pre-K, the worst thing you could do was go into the opposite sex's bathroom (Why exactly did they have a girl's room and a boy's room anyway? There were no urinals in the guy's bathroom, and I doubt anybody got their period when they were 4 or 5). Which was exactly why PJ, nasty kid that he was, dared me to go into the boy's bathroom, with the lights closed for two whole minutes.

Here's the deal. Me and PJ really hated each other. He'd make fun of my hair because well... It was up in a palm tree (I totally blame my mom!) I tried looking for a picture, but I'm not exactly sure what the style's called. But basically all the girls in my grade had longer hair, and I had... Well, a boy cut! I guess that was another reason. But anyway, I hated his guts because he was blond, obnoxious, and kind of had that Macaulay Culkin look going on... Which made him look really prissy and girly. So I guess he made fun of me because I didn't act or look like a girl, and I made fun of him because he didn't look or act like a boy. Weird.

So quite obviously, I couldn't and wouldn't refuse a dare like that, even if I was scared of the dark. I would never back out on a dare coming from him! So I said yes, confidentally.

"Don't do it!" Aamna begged, but a group of kids crowded around the restroom, interested, and it was too late to back out with all of them watching.

"Ready?" PJ cracked a malicious smile.

He opened the door and pushed me in and came in too. I didn't know he was coming in! That was not part of the deal. This made it worse. Great. I couldn't even be scared properly now. It was really dark in the bathroom too. I rocked my heels back and forth. How long was two minutes anyway. More importantly, did PJ even know how long two minutes was? Because I certainly didn't know.

"Scared yet?" he sneered. I jumped. He sounded closer to me than I thought.

"N-No..." I lied. He heard the waver in my voice and laughed. Then he grabbed my arm and that's when I started screaming. No way would I let that kid touch me!

Apparently my blood curdling screams were heard by Mrs. Ansari, my teacher. She opened the door, and demanded, "What's going on here?!"

Instantly PJ adopted the priss attitude he always wore. "Mrs. Ansari, Mariam walked in on me." Sheesh! What a liar!

"With the lights off?" Mrs. Ansari raised her eyebrows. She was a very smart woman. "You are not having any recess, both of you."

I was annoyed to say the least. Stupid dare. Stupid PJ. Stupid kids staring at me. Stupid Mrs. Ansari. Stupid bathroom.

The second most traumatizing event involving bathrooms that I had was in 1st Grade. Me and my friend April went to go fetch jump ropes for recess and on the way, I had to take a piss. Real bad. So we stopped at the bathroom next to the principal's office. Nobody ever uses that bathroom, but I was desperate, so we both entered, and April waited, while I used one of the stalls. After I was finished washing my hands and stuff, I went to open the door.

But it was jammed.

"It wont open," I announced.

"You're joking," April laughed nervously.

"No I'm not," I grunted and pushed my weight against the door. It budged a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of an inch. No joke. April came to help. It would not budge. Stupid door!

We started yelling, praying that somebody passing by would hear us.

"Help! We're inside! Somebody save us! We're going to die!" But the door was made of metal and it was very heavy.

Finally, I gave up and sank against the wall and started crying. I started praying, asking for forgiveness. I'm sorry that I lied to you Mom, about doing my homework. I'm sorry I told you that I wanted to stab you in the back Ahad. I'm sorry I called you bossy, Iman. I'm sorry I told Ms. Lima about your crush on her, Ben. I'm sorry I cheated off of you, Alex, I just don't know my multiplication tables that well.

April began to cry too, but she didn't give up. Finally, she backed up, and rammed her shoulder against it. The door opened.

"That was so close," April said. She breathed a sigh of relief and started massaging her shoulder.

"We could have starved," I said. "And nobody would've known." I loved being dramatic.

"Well, we could've survived for some time. There was water," April reminded me.

I think we got in trouble that time too. Because by the time we got back class time had already started and Ms. Lima was furious that we skipped recess. She wasn't convinced about us almost dying, but honestly, who skips recess on purpose?

Polygamy

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 13:10:12 GMT

I probably had one of the most heated arguments with my dad over the subject of polygamy. It started off innocently enough... Actually, I don't even remember how it started. All I remember was that we were discussing it in a nice enough tone until he said this: "Mariam, I'm going to tell you the wisest advice a father could ever give."

"What is that?" I asked, completely oblivious. If I knew the next words he was going to say, I would've put cotton in my ears and made sure I didn't hear them.

"If your husband wants to take on another wife you should agree to it, and not divorce him and not cause trouble for him."

Okay, WTF. That was seriously the biggest WTF moment for me ever. I stared at him, shocked, disbelieving. And then that's when the explosion started. I'm not even kidding. We had this argument around the house. At one point I went upstairs to calm myself down, but it did not work.

Because honestly what kind of craptacular advice is that? Aren't fathers supposed to teach their daughters to stand up for themselves? The truth is, I hate the idea of polygamy, or polyandry, or whatever you want to call it. I would rather be a bitter, divorced woman with five kids without any child support, than have my husband married to another woman. And that's big. Divorce is another taboo term in my boat.

Islam says that you're allowed to have up to four wives, but only one is preferred. This is because you're supposed to treat all your wives equally. YA RITE. That's never going to happen, so that's why they say one is preferred. The reason why that rule is there though, is because usually there's always a surplus of girls and in the past not getting married was the worst thing that could happen to them because their parents would have to provide for them until they died or whatever. And plus, girls aren't really supposed to live alone because its easier to get raped and stuff. So really, when you take on another wife, it shouldn't be because you fell in love with her (or in lust with her; I think that's more fitting) it should be for another practical reason. And if you marry your second, third, or fourth wife for a practical reason, and your first one for love (or in a different order), you wouldn't be treating your wives equally, now would you?

"I couldn't be faithful to one woman, so now I'm faithful to all of them!"

Honestly though, is it so much to ask for? Why is it so hard to stay in one committed relationship? If you see an attractive woman (or man in the case of polyandry), and you think you might hit it off, why even go there?

I know, I sound like some jealous person, but I cannot stand thinking about him sleeping with another woman. I'm NOT okay with that. And you know what? In my book, its just as bad as cheating, because that's really what it is. You're cheating on your spouse by taking on another wife/husband, except for the fact that its out there in the open, and the other woman or man is now sharing your family. Sharing to me is definitely not caring. I'm not sharing my husband with anyone, and if he doesn't think my opinion matters... To-da-loo mothafuckaaaa!

Feet

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:32:37 GMT

He was talking on the phone talking to my uncle. They were in a heated discussion. He'd summoned me over, but I suppose he forgot I was really there. So while he gabbed, I noticed his feet that were stretched out in front of me. The first thing I notice about his feet, always, is his big toe. Where the nail should be, is a misshapen rock-nail kind of thing. The story is, is that one of his many brothers ran over that toe with a bike, and a rock wedged in his toe. I've always fascinated myself by looking at it.

My father does not have pleasant feet. According to my sister, neither do I. Ever since I could remember she's always teased me about my feet.

But anyway, the main thing isn't that. When I sat there, I realized how people seem to usually view feet in a negative light. A classmate of mine in the 8th grade once told me that she hated looking at feet.

I myself hate showing my toes. That's why I'm usually wearing flats. But really, why do people not like looking at them, or think they look gross?

Do these look weird to you?

Actually, those feet look really nice... Mine have hair on the toes... and my heels are quite rough. My dad has a lump the size of a robin's egg on the arch of his foot. My brother has lint wedged in his toes. My sister has (Insert sarcasm here) perfect feet. My mom has cracked heels, and the bottoms of her feet are quite rough. It seems like everybody whose lived in India has those though.

But really? Really, why do people think they're weird? I'm not even entirely sure why I hate showing my toes, and prefer flats...

Okay, I would never wear that particular pair.

But seriously, I guess its because I always thought they looked better on me. The smaller looking the better, I guess. A lot of girls seem to think that, not just in ancient China... Because I'm guessing that the smaller your feet are, the less you can see them, and in ancient times if you can't walk properly its a sign of status and wealth.

She is the Most Beautiful Woman

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 01:42:12 GMT

Like any other nose-picking, mud-pie making kid out there, I thought my mother was the most perfect woman I'd ever known. She was effortlessly beautiful. She didn't need any facelifts, or make up or anything to make herself look like a million bucks. She was my mom, and the fact that she put up with all the dirt, the tantrums and everything else made her perfect. I thought she was invincible. Perfect.

But like all other kids who grow up, this image of mothers change. As I grew up, I realized that this woman also had flaws like normal humans. She was a little biased towards her own race. She sometimes had a short temper and was a bit OCD. I will never forget the day when she dumped a gallon of chlorine into our man-made pond built just for koi and goldfish. She sincerely believed that the fish would survive. To this day, I don't know whether to laugh or cry because of this innocent, yet disastrous act.

But today I was looking at her as I ate the food she prepared and I realized there was something that hadn't changed about her. She was still the most beautiful woman I will ever know.

And yes, she beats:

She beats the most beautiful woman of Asia

She beats the most beautiful/sexiest woman of the US.

She beats the skankiest next sexiest woman of the US

The most beautiful African American

She even beats:

Yes, she even beats her. :P

Because my mom has something in her that none of these girls probably never will have. She has the ability to take care of me and my siblings (and that's no easy feat) while taking care of the house, and managing the bills, and taking care of my dad's practice. She does it all, and more. And she still manages to beat all those lovely, sexy women up there.

She is the most beautiful woman.

Something Beneath Men (Apparently)

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 13:13:50 GMT

I don't know if this goes for all households, but in mine, it definitely does.

In this day and age, you see wives taking on roles that husbands once took on. Like being the breadwinners of the family. Becoming doctors, lawyers or just in general having a job that earns money. In the past, that was husband's job, while the wife was the house maker.

"My only role is to cook, clean, and make you comfortable!"

Of course, the fifties are long gone. Because now women have jobs. And its not being a domestic engineer. Women don't consider having a job beneath them.

But for some reason, people think that being a housewife is the lowest job you can ever have. I don't understand this way of thinking at all. Just because you're not making money, doesn't mean its the worst job in the world. It just bothers me that in order to command respect you have to get degrees. And those same people who study their whole lives to get a degree don't even know how to make plain rice. Or how to clean and organize the house. Because somehow this job is beneath them.

In fact, you rarely ever see the husband taking on the homemaker role. And if they do, they're ridiculed. In my 7th and 8th grades, there was a boy I knew who used to love to cook. He really wanted a cooking class as part of our curriculum (He was the only boy who wanted it). But I also remembered how all the boys in my class used to be unkind to him because apparently "cooking is girly", never mind that a lot of the famous chefs out there are guys.

In my house, its even worse. The extent of what my brother does is like vacuum once every four months when my mom tells him to. When my brother is finished vacuuming roughly two rooms my mom starts praising him as if he passed his MCAT. My dad is far worse. Unlike my brother, who puts things back where they belong, and puts things the way it was before he came (Which is basically all I ask for), my dad leaves everything sitting out there.

This morning, I found a knife with banana smeared all over it lying on the island kitchen table. I found a bowl of cherries taken out, and the seeds and stems spat on a half plate lying there. And at least five cups that once held tea in it all strewn around. There are probably more outside... We do tend to lose cups here and there. Oh and a bunch of books lying around the place. And then he comes up to me and says I need to organize the place because its dirty. I CLEANED THE HOUSE THE DAY BEFORE!! Do you seriously see something wrong here?! Its not that hard to rinse a plate and put it in the dishwasher.

It's like men consider housekeeping beneath them or something. I don't mind cleaning the house regularly, but the fact that you just have to mess everything up after we're all done cleaning the area drives me insane. Isn't cleanliness supposed to be half of our Iman?

The Mortal Instruments: Review'd BEWARE CONTAINS SPOILERS

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 00:45:12 GMT

For the past week, I've been mainly reading one series to pass the endless stretch that's called "Summer Break".

The series is called "The Mortal Instruments" by Cassandra Clare and spans three books with a prequel series that is soon to follow.

The first book is called The City of Bones.

Mindless Idiot Teenage Girl: Whee, sexy body as a front cover? Wow, now I HAVE To get it!

Props to whoever designed the front cover. They probably knew that the tween population would have the same reaction or something on par to that. Because the body means hot hot characters, and hot hot characters was why Twilight got popular in the first place. Besides, nobody wants the main character to be ugly, am I right?

Okay, enough about ripping on the dumb cover. When Iman got the book, I have to admit, I was pretty skeptical. I read through the first chapter and was, surprise, surprise, rather unimpressed. I was ready to dismiss it as another series doomed to be a Twilight or Harry Potter wannabe success thing. But I reminded myself that Harry Potter began much the same way; In fact, the first half of The Sorceror's Stone is rather a dull piece of work. So I ploughed onto the rest of the book. The first book left me with mixed feelings.

Certainly it wasn't like Twilight. It was better than that.

Certainly it wasn't like Harry Potter. It was worse than that. But I expected that one.

The book centers around a girl named Clary, which is short for Clarissa. She is first introduced as your typical 17 year old with red hair and an exceptional artist, like her mother. She has virtually no friends save for her best friend Simon who also appears frequently in the series. Her normal life is cut short when she is introduced to a magical world concealed by glamour. The world is full of Children of the Moon (lycanthropes AKA werewolves), Children of the Night (vampires), the Fair Folk (fairies), Lilith's Children (Warlocks), demons (parasitic creatures that destroy any world they come onto) and most importantly Shadow Hunters (Humans who are turned into warriors who kill the demons and those that break the Law that all magical beings abide by with the use of runes and awesome weapons).

Clary meets new people, and we become more familiar with the following characters:

Jace: Who is indeed the cover of the book. He is described as having the face of an angel, though he doesn't act like one. He seems to care for nobody, except perhaps Clary (Yes, they do fall in love). He's also arrogant and a really good Shadow Hunter. Yes, everybody falls in love with him because he's a tortured soul and stuff. But he's different from Edward because he's not... Perfect. We find out later that he and Clary are siblings (LOL incest hawt) which is why he's always a tortured soul and stuff, and because of his father, the evil Valentine.

Alec: I like Alec. He's described from Clary's point of view as somebody who would have amazing looks if he didn't try downplaying them. He's sullen usually, doesn't say much and we learn later on that he's... gay. In the City of Bones we find out that he loves Jace. Woot. He's also socially awkward. Alec is a Shadowhunter as well, but he's never killed a demon. There are many theories that are presented such as he's a coward, or that he's too softhearted, but in the end, I think its because he'd rather just help Jace and Isabelle. He hates Clary because she and Jace are in L-O-V-E.

Isabelle: Isabelle is Alec's brother. She's veryyyyy pretty with her long black hair and blue eyes, and unlike Alec knows how to mingle and dress up, so she's like vain and stuff. She's a vicious Shadow Hunter and her preferred weapon is her whip. I guess she's ruthless because she's a girl and wants to prove her worth. In the beginning she dislikes Clary, but they become friends much later.

Hodge: Hodge is some old guy who lives with the aforementioned Shadowhunters because he's cursed. He has some pet raven named Hugin who we find out later on is Valentine's pet bird. Hodge is cursed, because he can never come to Idris, the country of Shadowhunters, because he was in alliance with Valentine. This is why, later on he betrays Jace and Clary.

Magnus Bane: Pretty much the most awesome character in the book. He's a warlock, which translates as "badass magical being". He's part asian and also... very gay (him and Alec eventually become lovers, but you don't really know that until books two and three). He's been alive for like 700 years. He's very... ostentatious, and odd. Which is why he's so cool.

Anyway, that's pretty much it.

When I first read City of Bones, I did not want to start the other books. Because I didn't enjoy City of Bones so much. But then I saw City of Ashes and City of Glass in Sams and I thought, "Well I'm not going to be doing anything else..." so I bought them.

Yes, that's Clary. She's redheaded and cool and whiny and boring. Why is it that all girls apart from Isabelle are whiny and boring?! Maybe because it makes it easier to hate on her because she captures itty bitty Jace's heart, which as we all know is the fantasy of the tweens' hearts. CURSE YOU CLARY. CURSE YOUUUU!

After this book, I was like, "Cool." I was semi-interested. Interested enough to start the last one, at any rate.

There is something visually appealing about never seeing the people's eyes. You have to wonder about their expression. Props to the person who designed the covers once again. And no that one wasn't sarcasm. In any case, no that's not Alec, like I thought. Its some new guy named Sebastian/Jonathon. Also.... Eye candy.

This book, made me like the series. Maybe because in the end, Jace and Clary find out they're not siblings after all, and it made things less nauseating. Maybe because in this book, Isabelle becomes a little more human. Maybe because there's an epic battle that lasts 10 minutes. Whatever the case, its cool. Everything comes together. Well most of it does. Oh and Alec finally comes out of the closet to his parents and tells them about Magnus Bane. Yay.

I give it a B+ because of the end, which is better than what I give Twilight... which, before the fourth book was a C-, but after the horrendous conclusion to the series, it became an F+.

Twas a good book. Read it, only if you have nothing else to do.

This book is full of cliches, but then I guess love is full of cliches?

But its also full of attractive people, clothes, and weapons. Its full of quotes. Oh and cultures from around the world. There's a bit of Romanian in the third book too, but I don't know what it means.

There are a lot of twists, which is good. I just wish Cassandra Clare had spent more time developing the twists. Everything happens really fast, and there's just too much to drink in. The characters, for example, develop pretty fast. Clary seems to accept all that is happening to her with relative calm for some odd reason. The only people who seem real to me are Alec, Max and Maia. Maybe Hodge. And maybe Imogen Inquisitor, but there isn't enough character development for them The rest are entirely too calm for everything that happens.

100 Freakin' Truths

Sat, 30 May 2009 21:48:55 GMT

1. Last beverage→ Aguaa
2. Last phone call→ Mama
3. Last text message→ None
4. Last song you listened to→ Some old Indian song.
5. Last time you cried→ Don't remember.

HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone twice → Nope
7. Been cheated on? → Not that I know of
8. Kissed someone & regretted it? → Nevarrrr.
9. Lost someone special?→ I think so.
10. Been depressed?→ Yes
11. Been drunk? – Nooo

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:
12. Green
13. Blue
14. White/Black? They're tied

THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends → Yes
16. Fallen out of love → No
17. Laughed until you cried → Siii
18. Met someone who changed you→ La Duh
19. Found out who your true friends were→ Yes :)
20. Found out someone was talking about you→ Don't know, don't care <-- Coach Simmon's philosophy. :)
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → Siii

TRUTH:
23. How many kids do you want to have → Char, I can count in Urdu!
24. Do you have any pets → I wish :'(
25. Do you want to change your name→ I just wish my name wasn't so popular.
26. What did you do for your last birthday- Went out to Ocean Primeee
27. What time did you wake up today → 7:59
28. What were you doing at midnight last night→ Talkingg, and watching "Australia" and "The Princess Bride"
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for → Summerrrr
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → Wish I was 21, and awayyyy from this house.
32. What are you listening to right now → My mom's Indian dramas. Some wise old lady is saying something profound. I know because of the music.
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Tom Xue?
34. What's getting on your nerves right now? → Not being able to sleep in my room.
36. Whats your real name → Mariam Nurani Ahmed
37. Relationship Status → Pretty happy with whatever.
38. Zodiac sign → Pisces
39. Male or female→ Female... The smarter sex ;)
40. Elementary→ Montessori World School, Bay Meadows Elementary, Madrasah Miftahul Uloom, MACF.
41. Middle School – MACF, WPS
42. High school → WPS
43. Hair color → Blackkk
44. Long or short → Shorrttt
45. Height → 4'11? Or 5'0?
46. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yes, and no its not Redick, or Jackman or whatever else is on my list!
47. What do you like about yourself? → Dunno.
48. Piercings → Ears
49. Tattoos → Henna?
50. Righty or lefty → Leftyyy

FIRSTS :
51. First surgery → None... Do stitches count?
52. First piercing → Ears
53. First tattoo— none
54. First best friend → Maaria
55. First sport you joined → None
56. First pet → Bunnyyy in New Orleans
57. First vacation→ I don't remember... Probably New York.
58. First concert → If you could call Temptation 2004 a concert... Then okay, that was it.
59. First crush→ Some guy who knew a lot about Pokemon, and won the Reading Award. I'm still kind of jealous.
60. First alcohol drink→ Yeah, no.

RIGHT NOW:
61. Eating → Nothing
62. Drinking → Nothing
63. I'm about to → Take a shower.
64. Listening to → Still listening to that heartfelt moment on that Indian Drama. I think its called, "Phir Bhi Saas Kabhi something Thi"
65. Waiting for → A way to escape.

YOUR FUTURE :
66. Want kids? No duh
67. Want to get married? More than anything.
68. Careers in mind? Still a little iffy.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE SEX OF YOUR CHOOSING?-
69. Lips or eyes → Eyes
70. Hugs or kisses → Kisses
71. Shorter or taller → Definitely taller, preferably giants.
72. Older or Younger → Older? But I prefer my age.
73. Romantic or spontaneous → Romantic? Spontaneous? Ehh, dunno.
74. Nice stomach or nice arms → I don't know!
75. Tattoos or piercings— Neither!
76. Sensitive or loud → Sensitivo, but I'd rather have a bit of both in one.
77. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship
78. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Whatever the situation calls for ;)

HAVE YOU EVER :
79. Kissed a stranger → Nope
80. Drank hard liquor → Nope
81. Lost glasses/contacts → Yes
82. Sex on first date → Yeah, right.
83. Broken someone's heart → Probably not. That's a horrible thing to do!
84. Had your own heart broken → It breaks my heart to see your face. OHHHH!
85. Been arrested? → Wow, my life is so boring. No, I haven't.
86. Turned someone down → Si senor/ita
87. Cried when someone died → Yes?
88. Liked a friend that is a girll? → Um yes? Not in the like like sense though.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
89. Yourself → Sometimes
90. Miracles → No duh
91. Love at first sight → Maybe like at first sight, or lust at first sight, but love grows over time, unless you're more awesome than that. <-- So deep, i know.
92. Heaven → And hell!
93. Santa Claus → Psycho... No.
94. Kissing on the first date? → No way! Kissing should be on the second date, becauseee the first one's about getting to know each other. The second one's about getting into a person's pants duh. And it proves how patient a person can be if they can stick around for a second date.
95. Angels → Yes ma'am

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yes :(
97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → No way
98. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever? → In this Day and Age, if you're awesome enough, yeah.
99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? → Air <--Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air, no air, no aiiiiir. Jordin Sparks was telling the truth. Its kind of hard to breathe with no air. :\
100. Posting this as 100 Truths? → No, I shall post it as, 100 Freakin' Truths!