You know the rishta (arranged marriage) stuff is getting to you, when you start dreaming about potential guys before you have even met them.
This morning after eating sehri (early morning breakfast that Muslims eat in the month of Ramadan, when they are fasting from sunrise to sunset), when I fell back into deep slumber, I had a dream about this new rishta (suitor) who has come knocking at my door. Yes, prince charming may not come anymore, but creepy rishta dudes are very persistent. Since I had to postpone my trip to Nepal, turns out in my dream, I am boycotting this rishta dude, and I refuse to go downstairs to the living room to meet him and his family. So my parents send him up to my room. Don't worry the dream is very PG. I get mad at him, asking what he is doing in my room, as I don't even have my hijab on, and ask him to leave (apparently my subconscious ripped this dream off Little Mosque, the part where Amaar ends up seeing Rayyan without the hijab, scandalous eh?). But, the guy tells me that he just wants to be my friend. Yes, sadly even the guys in my dream are very cheesy. Anyways, in order to make sure I would call him back, the guy steals my first year calculus textbook, which for some reason is still sitting on my desk. The dream me is thinking that now she has to call this guy to get her calc book back. I have always loved calculus, but I never knew it would take a raggedy old calc textbook, to get me to call a guy.
Point of this dream, as Dr. Freud would say, I have unresolved feelings towards calculus. My first year prof should have given me my 4.0.
This morning after eating sehri (early morning breakfast that Muslims eat in the month of Ramadan, when they are fasting from sunrise to sunset), when I fell back into deep slumber, I had a dream about this new rishta (suitor) who has come knocking at my door. Yes, prince charming may not come anymore, but creepy rishta dudes are very persistent. Since I had to postpone my trip to Nepal, turns out in my dream, I am boycotting this rishta dude, and I refuse to go downstairs to the living room to meet him and his family. So my parents send him up to my room. Don't worry the dream is very PG. I get mad at him, asking what he is doing in my room, as I don't even have my hijab on, and ask him to leave (apparently my subconscious ripped this dream off Little Mosque, the part where Amaar ends up seeing Rayyan without the hijab, scandalous eh?). But, the guy tells me that he just wants to be my friend. Yes, sadly even the guys in my dream are very cheesy. Anyways, in order to make sure I would call him back, the guy steals my first year calculus textbook, which for some reason is still sitting on my desk. The dream me is thinking that now she has to call this guy to get her calc book back. I have always loved calculus, but I never knew it would take a raggedy old calc textbook, to get me to call a guy.
Point of this dream, as Dr. Freud would say, I have unresolved feelings towards calculus. My first year prof should have given me my 4.0.
p.s. Forget flowers, bring me a calc textbook.
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Lol. So this is how I find out about your latest subconscious conflicts/development. I must admit I am hurt =P.
You are a living cliche. No more movies or tv or any other external media influences for you. I am sure there is a geek somewhere, sitting in a deep recess of a library assuring himself about the existence of girls like you=D
and you couldn't tell me this in person, especially considering the fact we live under the same roof.
I felt bad for you. I thought that maybe if someone commented on your blog, you would stop crying yourself to sleep. Amma is really started to get concerned =D.
Hehe. I make myself laugh =D.
I am glad we have found a new way to correspond with each other. MSN was getting old.
LOL! Psht. I am just trying to get a post dedicated all to my uber awesome self. I think its about time I conquer the internet. I would like my name, or a pseudonym (sp?) of my choice, generates some buzz. And eventually some google hits =D.
do you want me to reveal your monsters inc. pseudonym on the world wide web?
Hold fire. Retreat claws. WHITE FLAG.
Oh gawd. This is an all time low for us. I am gonna go hide in shame.
It's over, when I say it is over.
Um thats retract claws. I mess up =(
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