104th - Homecomming

I came home a few days ago. This is one of the first conversations I had with my mum.

*roughly translated*
Mum - Do you want dinner?
Me - Hell yes. I haven't warm food in forever.
Mum - Good. I made your favorite.
Me - Awesome. what the hell is my favorite food? [the italics is me thinking] *looks in the pots* Mom, which one of your children do you think I am?
Mum - What? You love kachalo. [Kachalo are yams, i guess]
Me - Nadia loves kachalo. I haven't eaten kachalo since I was like seven.
Mum - You don't like kachalo?
Me - Not so much. But thanks.

While I was in Winnipeg.
*roughly translated*
Mum - So, I bought you new bed sheets, comforter, pillow cases, etc.
Me - Very cool.
Mum - They're blue. You'll like them.
Me - No, that's Hadia. I hate blue.
Mum - You don't like blue? What colour do you like?
Me - Red. You know, like that one wall in my room.
Mum - That's a girl colour.
Me - It is not!
Mum - Weird.

She listened though. I now have dark red bed sheets which is awesome. And my pillow cases and comforter are a mix of red and orange and hot pink and and black. Which is also awesome. When you put those two together. Mixed reactions. I'm happy with it though. Still, better than blue.

picture [above] - this is my red wall, my dark red bed sheets and my red/hot pink/orange/black/grey/white pillow cases and comforter. oh, and my blue wall. this is a lot brighter than it actually is.


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103rd - Frozen Cabbage

People, we need to do something. Mainly harrass Cabbage's parents to turn on the heat. If you didn't notice, Cabbage is sitting in her room.

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102nd - The Emergencies

I'm home! Hurray! And as it turns out, injured, sick and apparently, really stupid.

One. My back hurts. This is nothing new. Old car accident injury acting up again. Hurray! I get to have some 17-year-old electrocute me with little sticky paddles!

Two. I've got a fever and what-have-you this time of year. The only person I knew was sick was Asmar and I wasn't really seated near her at any point. The HELL, man?

Three. Saturday night. I was eating a piece of mango flavored licorice and I happened to sneeze. This resulting in turning a piece of licorice traveling down my throat into a projectile headed the opposite way and lodging itself up my nose. A lot higher than these things normally lodge themselves. I waited for the snot to get it and as I was waiting, it started to really hurt. Really, REALLY HURT! Then the snot got it and it slid a little to a more bearable position.

The night continued. Around 530am or 6am, I awoke to find myself in desperate amounts of pain again. I said, "screw it" along with some other expletives and drove myself to the emergency, located not very far from my house. After an embarrassing conversation with the Triage nurse, and another embarrassing one with the doctor, a flash light was shone up my nose, followed by some saline solution, i would assume, which did nothing and then a long curved tweezer which painfully removed the orange blood and snot covered piece of licorice.

It turns out, the murderous licorice projectile managed to lodge itself a lot higher than it normally wold have because it was soft at the moment of swallowing and while clogging up my sinus, hardened. The lesson learned, licorice is EVIL!

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101st - Cellography

I decided to empty out of my cell phone. Some stuff in there just had to go. This is some of the more inexplicable stuff that I've stumbled upon and decided to snap a photo of. Some of them are interesting, some not so much. Enjoy...

I have no idea why I have this but I figured it was a good place to start. This tends to be my wallpaper from time to time.
I have no idea who or where this code belongs. if this is someone's code for something, let me know so I can delete this out of my phone. I'm positive the second I delete this, I'll need it or at the least remember where it's from.

These are stairs. this is normallymy cellphone background.

Are unauthorized people really allowed anywhere? I should open a club and have all these unauthorized losers flock to me. I'd name it...wait for it... wait for it...unauthorized.
Minus a delivery service, I can't really think of what that would entail. Feel free to enlighten us.
Yup, that's the pope surrounded by four naked asian chicks. This was in that same building as that black mattress guy.
I believe this is at Haider's house and I have no idea why Momes was so cold, but it's cute nonetheless.
I'm positive I didn't take this picture. I'm pretty sure I wasn't even here for this even, but here is saima asleep at a resturaunt. How is this on my cell?
I don't know why, I always giggle when I see this. It's already been explained to me, so don't bother.
This is absolutely disgusting. I was at this building in this dude's apartment and that's his mattress. If you look closely at the bottom corner, you can see the real colours [a pink floral design] and it's now black with ciggarette ash and grime. the whole apartment is all nasty and grimy. however, on the other side of this sick thing is an LCD TV and a sattelite system. Priorities.
Saw this at UMT. thought it was funny. That little stick figure is Shivali.
I have no plausible explanation for why I took a picture of myself in a dank bathroom. None.
This is one of the first things you see when you arrive in Winnipeg and it pretty much sets the tone for the remainder of your stay.
This was on a classroom door. The little blue tape says, "Muscles".

I'm ws curious about why they needed to mention it was the 11th Floor. Either they thought someone would mistake it for the second floor or the people on the 11th are kinda not all there.
This is the kid I saw at Best Buy in Edmonton. I was talking to Amaan at the time and told him I'd call him back so I could take this picture. He's like 12! 13 tops.
the cloning fridge at a place I was at one time but can't say where. there were rows and rows of these. I wanted to open one but they were all locked.
Why would you keep that surname? It's the new age.
i actually saw this and instantly thought about asmar. I don't know why, this is just her kind of thing. No, I don't think the sun shines out of her butt.

So, there you have it. The images from my cell phone.

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