Friday, Oct. 04, 2002 -

Friday, October 04, 2002 8:31 pm.

Omggg maniac updated the Brown Times and put up the “Welcome to India” song. Its HILLRIOUS extreme! Check it out here. Welcome to India where the cows eat hay…. click there, turn on ur speakers loud, and get ready to rock n roll.

I’d post the lyrics but for one thing theyre too long, and besides, ppl’d be crackin up laffin then havin a stomachache and blaming ME for it..:P

Later.

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Friday, Oct. 04, 2002. 3:06 pm.

i was talking to afshan, my indian amreekan abcd girl, a while back. she's a god darn abcd all the way. one time she had a fever and her mom told her it was a "bukhaaar" so she went to the masjid and was sitting around with of our other friends when outta nowhere she asks them "whats a bukhaar?" and everyones like..staring..dumbfounded, "its a fever honey" "oh yeah, i got me one of those.." she said.

i was talking to her a while ago..

here's what happened.

me: so d'yall eat achaar?

afshan: yeah. have some of those lying around the the refridgerator.

me: that thing desi people eat with paratha right, mostly in the morning?

afshan: umm..*starts sounding far away* *thinking hard* i know what paratha means but i can't remember..

me: *waiting...*

afshan: umm..is it green?

me: *roaring with laughter*

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Friday, Oct. 04, 2002. 1:44 pm.

The “C” on the “Chick Fill A” makes a chicken/rooster sorta thingamabob. Hmm, weird, I NEVER noticed that. Hey, I never said my observation was excellent. For the slow ones out there like me, check it out for yourself at www.chickfilla.com. hopefully, that web address is the correct one, don’t blame me if its not. I’m just guessing. I mean, it’s common sense for a business to name their site the same. *rolls eyes*

I’m supposed to give sara’s address to my school so they can send her an information packet. Well actually, I was supposed to have done that a while back. Like a week maybe. But I never got around to doing it. Hey, it isn’t my fault they kept me on hold for 10 minutes. I can’t survive holds. The rock music makes me gag.

Besides, I couldn’t find the particular page on which I had noted down her address. Thanks to those 300 page notebooks.

So like, I was at target yesterday, and this one assistant with broken English was standing next to the assistant that was processing my moms target credit card application. Anyways, after a few staring full moments, (I dunno what you call a moment in which a person stares at you continuously without even pausing to breath) she finally popped the question, right after I took off my niqaab for a second or two. Where you from? This is the one with the broken English, mind you. So my moms like all giving her our ancestors history and all that. typical brown reaction. No well, actually, I’m being sarcastic. Anyway, so my mom tells her and then she’s all like. “hmm, Pakistan? They have a lot of beautiful womenS there” my moms like, “uh, huh” the broken English lady goes on “the menS are hadsome ” so my moms like “what?!” and I translate her words into real English for my mom and she says “oh yes, very handsome” *cough* so then I ask her when she’s from and she tells me she’s from Venezuela. And I’m like “nice..” and then she goes, “you know, Venezuela, the country in south amareeka.” And I’m like thinking to myself, thanks for the clarification, I would’ve never know or else. But nah, actually I did, mind those all folks that think I’m stupid.

So then that lady went on about beautiful Pakistani dances she’d seen on tv and how cool they looked and yada yada yada. I didn’t get the whole part cuz I just walked away.

At the masjid yesterday I met some white lady who kept fixing her scarf and talked too much. And a Philippines Muslim dude too.

I wanna join the WNBA, or whatever the initials for the women’s basketball team are. I really wanna play with them. They’re so cool and talented. But someone told me the NBA isn’t an EOE or equal opportunity employer.

And they blame the whites for discrimination. Ha!

Hey, I wouldn’t qualify anyway. I’m a shortyyyy.

Yikes. Gotta jet. Later folks.

Question of the day: how tall is everybody?

Peace amigos.