On Chicken Teriyaki, Fleetwood Mac and Lebanese head scarves

so i’m starting a blog. heaven knows why. i rarely have much to say of my own, and most of what i say involves contradicting everbody around me. that’s athe only habit i’ve inherited from my dad, other than nailbiting. i’m the world’s most contradictory person; i really can’t agree with people at all and it’s not because i think they’re wrong. it’s due to the simple fact that i can’t continue a conversation after “yes”. see, it goes something like this:

Person i happen to be talking to: Yaar electricity ki bari museebat he. kal mere yaan 5 baar bijli gaee. i wish i could set the K.E.S.C on fire

Me: yeah sure. go ahead.

conversation over.

now if i contradict him, or start an argument, the conversation would be completey different

Person i happen to be talking to: Yaar electricity ki bari museebat he. kal mere yaan 5 baar bijli gaee. i wish i could set the K.E.S.C on fire

Me: Are you crazy? Do you know the insane amount of burden the K.E.S.C is undergoing currently? theres not enough electricity production, and the distribution is so wide that the company can barely supply enough to keep industries going? and how many people in karachi actually pay taxes? haven’t you seen the amount of electricity being stolen…yada yada yada

so you see. it goes on. true it’s usually one sided but atleast its a conversation.

so anyway, today my friend shazia is getting engaged which is kind of surreal because uptil 2 days ago she was in islamabad while her dad was attending a business meet. now she’s in islamabad getting engaged to Hasan from Canada, so i’m assuming her going-to-be-husband must be her dad’s business partner…or shazia (according to some business deal) is being traded, sold, or bartered off. khaer, she’s happy, i’m happy, awzeen’s happy and Hasan from Canada must be very happy because Shazia’s a doll.

As for Teriyaki Chicken, iHave (lol. like an iPod, or iLike…ohmiGod, i’m so lame) to look up the recipe. japanese food is great, though my mum can’t stand it. until a piece of meat isnt nearly burnt, smothered in 25 or so spices and left to boil in a steel pot for an hour my mother can’t eat it. thus when i make teriyaki chicken i’ll just cook a leg of chicken and eat it myself while the rest of my family eats daal, chawal and qeema.

Sigh. Fleetwood Mac and lebanese headscarves i’ll leave for tomorrow.

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2 Responses to “On Chicken Teriyaki, Fleetwood Mac and Lebanese head scarves”
  1. Humna says:

    There. i am at the end. See you whenever however now 🙂 It was fun reading your blog.

  2. Hira S. says:

    err…thanks. Bye. Have fun O wanderer of random blogs…

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