Have you ever disappointed all of your favorite people at once? I have.

This week has been an emotional roller coaster, I have had ups and downs but mostly I felt anxious. We are our worst critics and we focus on everything negative that’s happening with us but there’s one thing I recognize that is I am loved by many. I don’t know what I did to deserve this but there are so many people I met along the way that are incredibly affectionate towards me and will go out of their way to help me. I don’t walk on the street with thoughts that the world is out to get me, I believe pure evil is rare and almost every action comes from an innocent emotion with its own right to be expressed.

The purpose of this post is to remind myself that I am loved. I am grateful for the people around me that are so very understanding and truly has the right intention in mind for wanting the best for me. They have cheered me more ways than they realize, it may be mentioning me on a picture of saree or jewelry, it may be few strokes on their guitar, it may be planning an event. I get excited and I enjoy the people around me that excites me.

I want to remind myself to not overthink things, let time take you and there’s no point of swimming against the tide regardless of how bad you want to go to the opposite direction, eventually you will get there.

The nonstop worrying won’t make any decision any easier.

It sucks to be the cause of something unpleasant, it sucks even more so if it involves people you like. 29187281_1639558236089709_7948152721473798144_o.png

I apologize if you are reading this post and trying to connect what the hell is she talking about? It’s just me rambling and guiding my thoughts. It’s me settling into the idea that nothing is A vs B. It’s always A is not totally on board with B because B had blaa blaa, if B were blaa blaa then A would be okay and if A were blaa blaa B would have done this, and if we could get C to do this it would be this.. so instead of trying to work out this huge jalebi it’s best to just understand what is the end goal and move on. As I am setting reminder here I should also add a reminder to take care of relationships. I am the worse when it comes to maintaining relationships. I get lazy, I think about someone quite often but when it comes to call them or send them a note I get cold feet, don’t know why.

Today though, I don’t want to be social. Today I need to force myself to sleep and hope all will be good in the morning.



A happy mind on a gloomy day

I have been sleeping odd hours lately, all together I am probably getting 5-6 hours of sleep each night. Every morning it’s such a struggle to wake up, I hardly have a second to contemplate if I should sleep for few extra minutes. I am usually out the door within 10 minutes of waking up. After I pass a few lights and get on the toll road, I imagine I am wearing a cape. I don’t even remember the dreams I had the night before. I get to work and I think I am going to sleep so much over the weekend.

With my luck, I end up waking up at 8am on Saturday. This morning when I woke up it was bright and sunny, I went upstairs got me a cup of tea, had some “khood bhaat and bhorta” and came back downstairs. I felt happy. Cheery. It was a beautiful morning, I was talking to my mom about going somewhere.

Then around 2pm the sky got so depressed, I couldn’t see any clouds from my window but I imagine there were some big grey ones. Right now, it’s about 6pm and it’s dripping outside, if I stare for a bit I can see the raindrops. I am trying to buy some green bangles on ebay and for some odd reason it’s not taking my password and I am too lazy to reset the password, so I will probably forget about this.

I am also listening to a beautiful song

“তোমায় গান শোনাব তাই তো আমায় জাগিয়ে রাখ
ওগো ঘুম-ভাঙানিয়া
বুকে চমক দিয়ে তাই তো ডাক’
ওগো দুখজাগানিয়া।।”

I never thought the story of this song would become part of my life one day.

ইদানিং ভালো লাগে অনেক বেশি, সবকিছুই ভালো লাগে। পুরনো গান শুনতে ভালো লাগে, নতুন গান শুনতেও ভালো লাগে, কথা বলতেও ভালো লাগে, শুনতেও ভালো লাগে, চা খেতে ভালো লাগে, খাওয়ানোর কথা ভাবতেও ভালো লাগে। আজব ব্যপার স্যাপার।

মানুষের নাকি সুখী হওয়ার কথা বলতে নেই, চোখ লাগে। আমার কেন জানি খামোখাই নিজেকে সুখী সুখী লাগে। দুনিয়াকে বলতে ইচ্ছে করে সেটা। বেশ নরম শরম চুপচাপ মেয়েটা হঠাৎ করে এতো আহ্লাদি হলো কিভাবে, সেটাও চিন্তা করতে ইচ্ছে করে। কারো চোখের উজ্জলতার কারণ হতে পারলে বোধহয় এরকমই লাগে।

This picture was taken on December 22nd, a very special day.




কয়েকটা আজগুবি লাইন

যদি মন খারাপের কান্না বেলায় তোমায় পেতে চাই
আমি বুঝতে শিখেছি বাঁধাতে হবে একটু রোগ বালাই।
যদি হাত ধরতে গিয়ে তোমায় জাপটে ধরতে চাই
আমি বলবো ভাবছি, হাঁটু কাপছে পারছি না আর তাই।

যদি সন্ধ্যেবেলার ঝালমুড়িতে আজ নেই সরষে তেল
আমি সান্তনা দেই এ ছোটো চাওয়ার নেই আজ কোনো বেইল।
যদি গিটারের টুং টাং শুনে দুড়ু দুড়ু করে মন
আমি লুকোতে শিখেছি, লুকোনোটা আজ বড় বেশি প্রয়োজন।

যদি ক্রিকেট মাঠের শোরগোলেতে তোমায় হারিয়ে ফেলি
আমি গাইতে শিখেছি পুরনো গান, ভুলভাল কথাগুলি
যদি কারো হাসির আওয়াজ শোনে এলোমেলো লাগে মন
আমি দাঁড়াতে শিখেছি বারান্দাতে, একলা কিছুক্ষণ।

যদি ঘাড় নেড়ে তুমি রাজি হয়ে যাও আমার কোনো কথায়
আমি গলে যাওয়া মোম, লাগাই জোড়া ছোট্ট কোনো ব্যথায়
যদি মাঝরাতে, বা দিনে দুপুরে তোমায় ডেকে বসি
আমি জানি তুমি অবাক হয়ে বলবে ভালোবাসি।

যদি সুন্দর হবার চিন্তা নিয়ে খাবার ছেড়ে দেই
আমি জানি তুমি নির্ঘাৎ বুঝবে সে ক্ষমতা আমার নেই।
যদি দুষ্টু কথা শুনে আমি কানটা চেপে ধরি
আমি বুঝতে শিখেছি মানিয়ে নেয়া বেশ দরকারি






I was listening some old Hindi music that came out in late 90’s, early 2000. They fueled my pre-teen and early teen years. Not sure because of the teen hormones or something else they meant so much. When I listen to them they take me to a special place. I crave that strong emotion I used to have. The strong interest to be noticed, be someone. Pretending to be the protagonist of some romantic novel, and the ability to be in such a haze in a busy or quiet street without a care for the world.

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“In these days my heart’s saying to decorate my dreams, to live at last…
It says even I have the permission, to fall in love. ..”
I tried to translate a song called “in dino” from the movie “Life in a Metro” the translation doesn’t do it justice.
It’s amazing how much I dreamt of becoming an adult and now that I am.. it’s nothing I expected.

Thoughts on my mind

I am having a very usual stressful time. My school is going full-blown and I feel stressed. I am actually stressed about not doing the huge amount of workload I have this semester.. I am such a procrastinator. I do not study as hard as my classmates, I do not spend much time studying and spend more time about how I need to study and I am quite surprised how I have passed all these classes thus far in my college life. I am pretty proud to stay I still haven’t gotten a C.

Work is great. I feel guilty for having such a nice job I have with the wonderful people in my team and how they trust me with the responsibilities. Probably for the first time in my life I don’t  come home from work exhausted and complaining about it. I feel I am not working hard enough here compared to when I worked two jobs and that makes me guilty, I feel I should be working harder. Maybe I like complication.

I moved into a new place. I quite like it. Sure, it’s not THE coolest place in the town and to be honest, I don’t care as much about living in “cool area” if it doesn’t fit my bill. But thankfully, I love the neighborhood. I like to walk there after work/school and see the pretty houses and the cats. I so far named them “scratches”, “Poop” and “Indy-2.” Every day I see something new like the poster below.


I am so frustrated with the current politics. I am trying my hardest to not think about this. It doesn’t matter what I think.

I am scared to graduate. I am scared to apply to grad school. What if I end up having a lot of student loans and not able to pay back or get a job that will help me pay that back? What a looser I would look like if my masters don’t help me get a job. The kids in my field are so sharp! I am intimidated.

I have had Mediterranean food straight for past 2 weeks. I don’t seem to get tired of all the halal style food places (halal guru, halal corner, halal bros, Aimee’s super fantazmo and bunch more)

I have purchased some spices from spice tree organics and bought a food processor so I can make my own falafel. I am hoping for less take out and more homemade food this year. So far this is the only kind of food that I can’t satisfy my craving by cooking at home. Here’s hoping to perfecting this recipe.

I bought a few cheap artworks in hope it will brighten up my place, but I am too much of a chicken to hang them. I bought some command hooks to hang them and one of them has already fallen (not sure what I expected)

I like my blue car, it’s small. It’s growing up way too fast though (lots of mileage)

I am running out of random thoughts and will now go watch “parade’s end” (Benedict Cumberbatch is kind of cute)

Enjoy my cat’s pictures.



This  rug not covering the outer area of table is really bugging me. NEED FIXING ASAP



My dysfunctional story

depression_by_swiniaki.jpgI am sitting on my bed thinking if I should write this blog, if I should put my personal life out there.
After having a very difficult night in a long time, I figured I need to get the words out of my mind and I don’t think many people read this blog anyway also this is my personal blog, my diary. If I don’t write it here, where would I.
I believe this is not one thing that is affecting my mood but many small and big things. Past few weeks have been extremely hard for me to stay focused. I have skipped one of my morning classes constantly four times while I laid on my bed awake, staring at the top of my bunk bed. I had a test in that class and I did horrible. I had marked an A in that class and now I don’t know anymore. I have another class which I am struggling with but I am oddly satisfied with the learning, it’s just on test my mind goes all crazy and I overthink but since I am understanding the material, I am not too sad about it. My economics class, giving me a very hard time as well. I do not like the grading system in that class and it’s very hard to stay focused. I studied for a whole week with all I had and yet failed the test. She curved the test, assuming a lot of people did badly as well.
This probably will be the first time in Texas State I will have C, first time I will not be in Dean’s list. While this may come off as arrogant or you could just roll your eyes at this, but this is my measure of happiness. There’s really not that many things in my life give me the sense of accomplishment.
I grew up with extremely low self esteem. Being arrogant or showing off your achievements has always been frowned upon. You have to be humble, but you know how little kids become extremely confident? They show off their new toy or how well they did in class? My parents tried very hard to not make me become that kid by always telling me I wasn’t good enough and in reality I wasn’t. I got into first grade in a school after going through an interview exam. My dad told me to pack my clothes. He said, “if you don’t get in, pack your clothes and leave the house.” I cried and packed my bag because the test was extremely hard for me and my dad told me immediately after the test that he was sure I failed. My parents were obviously joking and today it’s a fun joke they tell sometimes. It was also the time when my brother was born. He wasn’t a very healthy child so my parents spent a lot of times taking care of him. I was 6 years old when he was born and I felt all the attention was going to him and now if I don’t get into the navy school I have to leave home? My parents probably would have laughed and still do when they are told about how their behavior could affect their kid’s psychology.
They posted the grades on a particular date (happened to be my birthday) outside of the school on 3 different boards with names. A being the best scored kids, B is average scored kids and C being the barely passed kids. My cousin who was staying over at our house to go to college took me to see the result.
She looked at Board C first and my name wasn’t there, then she looked at Board A and my name wasn’t there. It was extremely crowded, so she figured I didn’t get in and we were heading back. I was crying. On our way, we met her friend who forcefully took us back to the results and found my name on B board. I was happy that I didn’t have to leave anymore.
I started reading from a very early age. I would go to my neighbor’s house on Fridays to pick up the newspaper because on Friday the newspaper used to publish a kids section. I read any and every book I got my hands on. When I was 7 started reading a very popular Bengali author named “Humayun Ahmed” who was very popular among young generation. My cousin who was attending college from our home would always have a new copy of his book that she bought or borrowed from a friend. I would read whenever she wasn’t home. I would wake up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom to read the book. Reading any book outside of textbooks weren’t encouraged and given that author talked about love, relationship, human mind, philosophy.. it was very inappropriate.
I was cute until I was 10. After that the cute chubby little person became disgusting teenage body and I was awkward and embarrassed of my existence and so were my parents. My mom would not take me to the store ever because I would embarrass her and I couldn’t count the number of time we bumped into my dad’s coworkers who would say, “that’s your daughter? looks nothing like the mother!” My mom would smile at that compliment towards her and we would walk.
All of a sudden I was being judged on what was I wearing, how odd my body looked, how awkward I was. It didn’t bug me as much because I was going through a romantic period. You know the period where you haven’t fallen in love yet, but you listen to romantic songs on radio and read the books and imagine how you are going to meet that person? In Bangladesh it’s very hard for a guy to talk to a girl. It doesn’t happen often in public since everybody knew each other where I lived most of the time it was just staring and smile situation and after months after months they approach you with a note or something sweet. Phones weren’t so common back then and only guys in college had them at that time. I know it sounds very silly now, but keep in mind girls were getting married by 18 and they are expected to act like an adult as soon they turn 12, so if you are not being a romantic by 15 when are you going to be?
Fast forward, we moved to US. I was living with my uncles and to me the excitement was as if there were Christmas everyday. We lived in a different city in Bangladesh and would visit my uncles once a year during Eid-ul-Fitr (equivalent to Christmas celebration) and for those 3 to 5 days we stayed over there, we weren’t expected to study or take timely naps, and were allowed to have some money to go buy something from the shop. So imagine my excitement when I got to live with them for months. But it didn’t go exactly how I planned. My cousins who I thought was my friend was pretty mature and she felt I was a competition of some sort, thus began the humiliation in front of other people. Acting as my guardian and making rules for me. My parents were too busy making a livelihood and didn’t care enough about this “kid-fighting” Slowly the relationship between them and my uncles got sour as well. We moved.
My mom would tell me how my cousin never leaves the home and does everything for the home, while I just wanted to go and hang out with friends.
I fell in love with someone I am not supposed to. Love is a forbidden word before marriage and given he did not fall under the criteria of a possible daughter in law, my life became hell.
I became the biggest disappointment in my parents life. I am not pretty, I am not home-bound, I am not well behaved and willing to meet and talk to people whose first comment is always about my body or how I am not being Bengali enough.These only pushed me away from being with people who knows I am expected to live and behave in a certain way.
My mother is depressed. She doesn’t talk to anybody now because I brought shame to my family. I got called from her clinic the other day because she refused to take medication, and she stated that her reason for sickness was me. She called me yesterday saying, she believes she is going to die soon and somehow she makes me feel guilty that I am the cause. She cries when I tell her about any of my accomplishments, saying, I didn’t let my parents be part of my achievement. It’s not up to me to make them feel proud, I can only tell you what I did, but I can’t tell you to cheer for me. It’s your job. Don’t blame me that I somehow stopped you from cheering. Then their statement somehow becomes how disappointed I made them. I can rarely keep my cool anymore, I get very emotional and then I burst out crying saying “It wasn’t my job first to become a good daughter, it was your job to become good parent first” And then they tell me, “we’ve given you everything you wanted” and I become speechless.
My mother creeped into my room at 2 in the morning and said prayer over my head for an hour and blamed everything on God. I woke up horrified and screamed at her. I spent the whole night hearing her cry from the other room.
I don’t know how to fix this. They not even once consider what that does to my mind. They have never supported me with anything and make my journey as hard as they can. What am I expected to do as a human?
I know anybody here will say that I am not a failure or it’s not my fault. But this is hard. I know I haven’t done anything wrong, but I need the assurance from them. They won’t leave me alone. We fight. I stop talking and few days later she calls me crying and my heart breaks. I feel guilty. What do I do? How do I get away?

How do I become numb?

My car stops in the middle of the road sometimes, I am in an urgent need of getting it checked or buying a new one. My phone screen went black yesterday. I have no motivation to go to classes. I started an internship that I really like and I really want to do a good job, but I feel as if I am failing. It all comes together and I feel as if I am drowning…



I don’t believe in karma!

12946805_1024433474268858_657582552_oIt’s been awhile since I posted anything. I realized that my life isn’t all that interesting and nobody is going to listen to me talking about my uninteresting life. Then what’s the point of talking correct?
Well, sometimes it’s just good to talk to yourself on the internet and imagine tons of cheerful people on the other side are mesmerized by your take on life. It’s also a good and somewhat healthy way to procrastinate as I should be studying for my Business Law exam right now. I am highly caffeinated right now and need to talk about some weird philosophy so I can calm down and go back to studying.
I don’t believe in Karma. Well, what I mean by that is that, I don’t exactly believe in the you get what you do system. Let me explain that in detail. Since we were little, we were told, if you are good, you will be rewarded. Now the reward system, definitely varies on your parents, and often time the reward was purely mythical such as “if you go to bed, we will go to Mickey mouse land and play with daffy duck.” I even used that on my little cousins, hoping they would forget about it when they wake up or I could just say we did go to Mickey land and she forgot about it. Statements like, “oh! don’t you remember when Tweety bird blew you a kiss and gave you a yo-yo?” Surprisingly they would act along with me and venture on their imaginary land. I mean come’on now! we were in crowded Dhaka where Mickey mouse is only available on TV or by the footpath vendor for 25 cents.
I went off track. Sorry about that! My point is that we grow up with the reward and punishment system just to feel good! Oh, she stole my lunch, karma will bite her back! when in reality she might get in trouble in the future for something completely unrelated and I accept the unfairness by saying she will get her punishment someday. There’s nothing wrong with this as it’s completely nonviolent. But as we grow up and we see the same people can always get away with doing the bare minimum and praise for their work, while others can work their bottom off and still don’t get recognized. We see that every single day and then we get depressed.
Shouldn’t we be taught to do good things because it’s good, instead of what comes from it? Shouldn’t we cherish that special feeling for making someone happy or doing a something good for the world? For being productive?
I do believe in combined result though. That is, if we all try our best to be good to each other instead of being a smart mouth all the time, or just trying to point out other people’s flaws we probably can make the world better. And saying I will be good is one step closer to that mutual goal. It is way more effective than telling someone they are wrong. Don’t tell someone to pick up the trash they threw onto the street, they might do it, but they will hate you for putting them on the spot, people are defensive by default. Just go around them and pick it up. If they see, it they will probably get embarrassed, but wont make the same mistake again. If anybody else see the whole thing, they might change too!
Lately what I have been doing is whenever my blood starts rushing and I write a whole essay on humanitarianism on a Facebook post, I try my best to go back on to that comment and delete it. One less chaos into the world and my view is still intake and those people will grow up.



Disclaimer: This post does not take away my right to say “that’s karma for you” to my friends, family and coworkers.


Today was a good day

Growing up I have always seen my mom put her hair in bun few times a day and the way she did it left me mesmerized. She didn’t use any hair tie, ribbon, clip or anything and in my tiny brain I couldn’t figure out how she does it. I tried tying knots in my hair but it never stayed. After many months of unsuccessful attempt I told myself only adults can do it. It somehow became the symbol of being responsible and an entry gift of adulthood. Few months ago when I kept zipping my hair in the backpack I realized it was time to master the skill of no accessory hair bun. The secret is to have very dull hair, the kind that you have 1 day after shampooing or when you come home from a walk through a foggy street.

That’s not the only thing that reminded me I was somewhat adult (and I promise it has nothing to do with my coming birthday this January) I had lunch with two of my favorite teachers from high school. They are the most amazing people I have ever met. Quite frankly, I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met them. They infused loads of confidence in me and pointed me in the right direction. They were always very kind and I felt very comfortable around them. I would take my lunch up to Mr. Blackwood’s class, even when I didn’t have him as my teacher. I always loved how everyone hung out in his room, students that never had him would come to class and ask lollipops from him. On Fridays he would bring brownies. Mrs. Wasiak has always looked out for me outside of just the class curriculum. She has told me about different opportunities that I should take and I did take them and so grateful I did. I enjoyed her classes and I remember she was the first one to introduce me to spinach and cheese ravioli (I am not sure if it was ravioli or tortellini, but it was some sort of spinach and cheese stuffed pasta) that she brought into class. It’s one of my favorite. I love them and can not explain in words how wonderful it was to catch up with them. I hope to keep in touch with them.

Another note on doing the adult thing, I am itching to do a project for few months and while I was in school, I said I would do it when I don’t have school and now that I don’t have school I couldn’t think of one useful and easy to do project. If you don’t know already I am getting my own apartment this coming summer and since it’s not a student housing apartment I will need to have my own furniture. I don’t want to make a bunch of big purchases so after carefully thinking I decided to remove a few items from my shopping list. As a student it is very useful to have your own writing desk. An area dedicated to studying. But knowing myself, the only place that I study the most is on my bed. I do not like sitting down in one place for a long period time and it seemed like a waste of space to get a writing desk. I know we would be getting a dining table because years of eating on my bed while I watch cooking videos led to too many dirty bed sheets, overeating without acknowledging and no quality time with family and food. And since I am not going to have a party or people over constantly I could just study on my dining table, but it didn’t seem right to store my books and other stuff on it. I still wanted the dining table to have the traditional dining table appeal. So, I started hunting for my options and after few hours of searching, drinking a gallon of tea and munching on crabs I decided on a small kitchen cart. I could roll it around from living room to bedroom, bedroom to dining room, dining room to the balcony and yeah of course in the kitchen. It’s small so it takes less space, I could put all my books and notebooks on the shelves and I can put my pens, scissors and other school supplies in the drawer.
It was a little hard to find something that did not look very much kitchen cart-y and weren’t expensive. So I bought a cheap kitchen cart and decided to spray paint it white. So this is currently what my floor looks like, I will post another blog post when it’s done to show the final product.



Overall today was a good day, getting some project done, meeting some of my favorite people and a very relaxed day.


I am very tired lately

The best way to win an argument is not to have one. We don’t earn a big trophy saying we won an argument and I am really interested in knowing how many times in internet history someone had a huge argument with people they didn’t know and at the end they said “You are right” and acknowledged their defeat. I bet the percentage is very small. The thing is that I know; I know people who loves to be rude or say something just for the sake of sounding smart will never agree with whatever the hell you are trying to prove. I know that. I know that often times they will end up taking the argument to a different direction or talk about how you look, talk about how funny your name is, talk about your religion, nationality. I mean, I did study the fallacies of argument, but someone who clearly picks out a thing just to be nasty doesn’t care about that. I thought this break would be wonderful. I would sink into my bed and read all the books that I have acquired (I counted, I have yet to read 23 books that’s currently in my bedroom)

I ended up being on social media most of the time. I found myself crying over the refugee stories posted on Humans Of New York and strangely found myself arguing over people who thinks Muslims are terrorists or how bad the religion is. The thing is I am not a super religious person and I am not going to claim myself to be a 100% pure Muslim. But what I do know is that there are different measure of extreme in this religion. According to my family and a 80% of Muslim population that I know a religious person would be modest, they would not raise their voice, they will be lovable, they will not gossip, they will say prayers, they will cover themselves properly and so on. While I agree the Muslim dominant countries are very corrupted I also would like to point out that “religion” is the most effective weapon of all. Government in those countries knows the easiest way to take control over people is the fear of going to hell. Prestige and respect is a huge thing in Islam and the Islamic rulers takes advantage of it (Not just Islam though, many religious leaders). I remember my dad arguing with one of his childhood friends on our dining table over Bangladesh government. Bangladesh is corrupted. The uncle (My dad’s childhood friend, I called him uncle) said “well the Islamic party should have taken control over it” and my dad replied, “You mean, the people who killed and raped thousands of people, helped Pakistani army to kill Bengali soldier during the independence war?” Uncle replied, “we would be much better off if we were part of Pakistan”

I could tell you all about what is wrong with his argument, but what is important is that he is blinded by the religious accessories they put on top of government. The person running for Islamic party had a slogan that said “if you want tickets for heaven, vote me.” I will let you decide how stupid that statement is and how exactly they manipulate poor and helpless people. My point of this post is not to defend any of them. My point is, the more we argue the more chaos we make. It seems like everybody is on a mission to sound smarter than the next person, to be better than the next person. “My religion is better than yours,” “my race is better than yours” and I am tired of this. What do I earn from pointing out a stupid, irrelevant topic on a cute video of a cat playing. Why can we not enjoy things, but rather want to be the center of attention and point out, a completely different thing to compare. Why can I not listen to Taylor Swift but also have to argue how Beyonce is so much better in her album and much better celebrity. I mean she probably is but why is that relevant in Taylor’s music video? Why in a civil right’s post some white person gets offended for not having the center of attention? Why people compare Bible and Quran when Bible had the luxury to change with time and Quran didn’t? Why do I have to constantly prove how “american” I am when I am paying my way through college and you get to enjoy unemployment benefit, child benefit selling weed. I do not care how you make your money, but I would care if you blame me for your problem. If you blame me for risking your luxury.

Anyway enough of my rant. I do not want to end this post with such heavy words. I am just a little bit of sad because I cancelled my study abroad trip to Cambodia. It was a very hard decision. After careful consideration, I realized instead of spending so much money on a month of study abroad, I could take two summer classes that will reduce me one semester and it will free up my next summer when I will finally be able to travel somewhere and volunteer without the pressure of study.

The only cool thing I have done in this break is going to the trail of lights. I also came home to jilapis (also known as jalebi) and I used my last dining dollars on chocolate croissant.


Shredded Garlic

Happy Turkey Day! Hope you had an amazing, tummy stuffing holiday. For me, I came home from work with a fever and terrible unknown back pain. I feel very bad for thanksgiving for some reason this American holiday seems a little cursed apart from the tragic event that led to this holiday but also how this holiday is right before finals and do we need to talk about black Friday? Not judging you for getting that thing you got waiting in that long line, because I totally did too. My mother had been crying for a toaster oven because it’s energy efficient plus she hates how every time she has to take out all the pots and pan she stores there (Have I mentioned how smart she is about every little household things, or is it normal?)

So we went to Walmart and jcpenney to get a toaster oven and I also got a slow cooker. While I was waiting in the line, I was thinking how good it feels to have the financial freedom to want something to buy? (Not literally buying, because come on now! My dad never gave me a small loan of 1 million dollars) but knowing I could dream about it makes me feel a lot better.

I remember growing up not having any choice over what I wanted. My parents have always been very big on saving money, so instead of cheaply made sparkly hot pink backpack I had a camouflage backpack, which would hide the dirt. Mind you, I was not in Texas so that did not make me really happy. My parents told me the sparkly ones break in a few months and sure they did, but I thought that was a good thing, I mean they get to buy a new one with extra cool stuff and they did too. My dad has always been smart about making purchasing decisions, my mom? Sorta… sometimes it’s hard to argue with her when she is set on going to the other Walmart 25 minutes away because they might have the 3$ cheaper toaster oven. She also sucks just a little with American cooking; After discussing for two and a half day we settled on instead of me wanting to cook a whole turkey, I will cook a whole chicken and she can cut the turkey to make curry. I brought all the things needed to cook my herb lemon garlic-y chicken.



^^ Okay I know that’s not the prettiest looking chicken, but trust me it smelled good and I blame the knife to for not being able to chop the herbs finely. I stuck half of a lemon and some garlic cloves inside too.

After baking it, I put it on top of the counter and went back to my bedroom to read “the curious incident of the dog in the night-time” (Pretty hooked) and I fell asleep.

I woke up to find very well shredded chicken on the table and my baked chicken was nowhere to be found. Turns out my mother had taken the extra step to lower my workload. I was pretty upset for not being able to take a nice picture, but maybe was more upset to find whole garlic cloves in my bite. I asked her, “Did you take out the stuff from inside the chicken?”
“Well, I made a salad with the leaves (herbs) and squeezed the lemon juice on top”

[rolls eyes] “and what about the garlic cloves?”

“What? I didn’t see any”

The cloves were juicy and blended with shredded chicken. I tried my best to pick them out.

Oh! Forgot to mention! I got a french press and coffee grinder, my room smells pretty divine now 🙂