Life is Funny (19)

Rob: I am so sick of this! This SPSS is just complicated.

Raaji: And its not even intelligent complicated... its more like pain-in-the-ass complicated!

-sitting in front of the computer trying to figure out the software.


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"Today is going to be a good night."

-a little out of it


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"If you smacked a kid in the face with a bottle of Johnson's No More Tears, would it create beautiful irony?" 

-painfully creative.


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Look, I made sandwiches...Penny B's and J! 

-My dear friend Emily and her creative American English skills


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I got a receipt for a doughnut. Am I going to return that doughnut? Am I going to come back the next day and say that the doughnut was unsatisfactory? That my boston creme was defective? 

-Raaji, frustrated at many things.


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I am hetroflexible 

-overheard at the bar


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Annoying an already annoyed person is like one of those "buy one, get one free" deals. It's a must-do! ;) 

-Annie


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Well, her ceiling is a little low but she has a good Butt. 

-Shaf, talking about the car he wants to buy.


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Ni (looking stressed and edgy): I want Florida to change the age of consent to sixteen.

Raaji:  Why is that?

Ni: Well, there’s um, this one check-out girl at the grocery store.... Anyway, it needs to be done!

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Raaji: Aww, thank you for the birthday festivities, and making it so special for me. I was so touched that night.

Faz: By who???? I knew that club was a mistake!

To Mom, With Love.

It wasn't an easy task for her - I was not easy. I remember, she remained occupied with me all the time. She'd hug me, kiss me, watch cartoons with me. Make me french fries and we would have picnics in the backyard. I was the center of her world.

There is only one woman we see who has such beauty, charisma, and style. There is a woman, a captivating lady of such grace. A lady with all the love in the world to give. This exquisite human being has this heart, this enormous heart that is almost as big as her smile. Oh, and her smile can not only melt our heart, but fulfill our souls with such warmth and pleasure. Her eyes, her remarkable eyes. They show the impeccable strength and courage she depicts every day. They reflect all the triumphs and the strife she has encountered in her life. You see, this woman of such admiration is no other than your very own mother. That is correct. The barer of your being.

And my mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Their Gifts

When I look around my room, I realize that half of the things I have are actually my friends' possessions - some given to me, some meant for them,  some forgotten in this little space and some borrowed. Here lies Julia's lamp, there on the floor Shaf left his sleeping bag, there on the desk lay Faz's headphones. Meg's sweater rests on the love-seat. Absar's posters hung on the wall. Jo-Jo's hand-bag is hanging by the door. Kaya's photo that Julia gave me smiles from the side of the wall. A copy of "La-hasil" that Badar sent is placed neatly on the shelf. Emily's CDs are stacked in the TV rack. Marvin's perfume is on the dresser with Cristina's cosmetics she left for me to use. I see a colorful dress peeking from the closet that Stephanie got me because, "It was so you Raaji, I had to get it!"

They come and go. They take their things, they leave more behind. These people - they leave memories here. Each object in the room has a memory associated with it. Shaf's sleeping bag is still  here because his room was too hot one night and he wanted to stay over but we remained awake and kept talking all night so he never really used the sleeping bag. Absar brought me the X-files poster because I remember I was crazy about the series once. I still sleep with the Winne the Pooh I snatched from Jo-Jo when we were eleven.

My room would be almost empty if you take these articles  out that belong to them. Ironically, I spend more time with these objects than with the people who gave them to me. I think I get by because of them.
                                                                                                                                

But as all else changes, this has to change too. Its that time again, when I have to go and pick these up and return them to the people they belong to because this journey I am going to, I have to embark on my own and no objects will provide comfort through this one - not this one. Memories might, or so I hope.