Me about me.

Confessions
Of a self- titled gourmet

I sniff my food. The nose is the most important organ of the body. I have no clue why Pakistanis don’t use it more. Actually considering the overflow of gutters nowadays, I’m kind of glad they don’t.
I cook because I like the process of creation. I like how seven eight separate [...]

Getting to know you

When you’re sitting opposite each other at a café table, there aren’t that many places to look without giving the idea that you’re avoiding what’s right in front of you. You can’t stare at a menu that long, you’ll seem indecisive. You can’t glance around at other people; you’ll just seem bored or judgemental, or [...]

He he he…F-pshhht.

This post is rated PG-15  (Zehra, that means YOU). Please forgive me you guys, but I can’t not write about this.
I miss the F-word.
I’ve been cutting down, trying to find alternatives like fudge, n frig, n f-psssht (the noise I make when I start saying it and remember I shouldn’t) but they don’t give the [...]

I crave hot tea.
Life’s gotten to the point that I make myself a perfect cup of steaming tea, sit down to drink it, then remember I have fifteen odd things to do, the tension of which is causing this deep craving for a beverage I know I don’t have time to drink. Logic would dictate [...]

Bitch-ari

I feel gossipy.
A ‘friend’ just got married recently and I felt that, for old time’s sake, and to make sure she’s successfully out of our lives, I should attend. Also it provided me a chance to meet up with a few people I actually did care about, and not have to pay extravagantly for the [...]

Murawwat

Life would be so much easier if there were no such things as courtesy or manners. This stupid concept of ‘murrawwat’ will get me killed someday. Some crazy, ghairat-zada person will be waiting in the shadows for a false step because I accidentally, out of sheer frustration at his/her constant yapping about a subject I [...]

Leechy Me

I am wasting away.
If there was any way I could get a job without having to give a single job interview, I’d go for it; even if it involved hanging a whiteboard around my neck with the words “hire me!” I hate job interviews. I suck at them. There’s a thin line between being confident [...]