Rung

Am going to play cards with the cousins again. Last night six of us tried playing Rung by taking out the 2s and ending up with 48 cards to deal evenly. After having explained the game, I dealed the cards to Haris so he could pick which suit (rung) and he said, "Red." This was after I had explained the game and had all of us had a practice round. On hearing Haris choose his 'rung', Ibrahim who was sitting down to be his partner, stopped midway in his seat and mildly commented, "Hum bahut burri tarah haarnay walay hain." To make up for his occassional fumbling, Haris cheats shamelessly by claiming he's out of a suit to play a trump and ends up with three cards of the same suit in the end, getting beaten up by the rest of us in the process. Playing cards can be an extreme sport in the Quraishi household.

Oh Snap.

Sehyr sent me my own Webkinz pet! I've decided to name him, "Snap" and his cheeks are just adorable. Now Sehyr, Arooj, Waseh and myself have Webkinz and we can all play together online in summer '08 insha Allah. Rafeh and Meher don't have any as yet since they're too young to sit online. And I, well no one is too old for a Webkinz.

The Face that Adorned a Thousand Brides

If only she knew the vast extent of her beauty.

Sixty-four

The number of days I had spent without being behind the steering wheel. Driving was never as much fun as tonight, alhamdo lillah.

When All Else Fails, Run

It's been a while since I've ran. Wanting to gradually build my cardiovascular strength to par, I had no intention of running today as well. Just that today, walking on the treadmill didn't seem enough. So I ran, and when I started to get tired, I ran even faster. I ran until my chest started to ache and I felt that my heart wouldn't be able to take more stress. I ran for about a minute after that as well for good measure before slowing down to a walk once again. Alhamdo lillah running felt so good. I was out of aching and out of breath and I loved it.

Thinking that insha Allah the next time I were to try the same routine, my heart would be stronger and more prepared for the pressure. I don't think I've ever made a cognitive decision such as this when upset, not a damaging one anyway. Certainly not one that I know I will come out of feeling stronger and strangely relieved, alhamdo lillah.

I doubt I speak for myself alone when I say that I am capable of worse things to release stress, pressure or heartache. Of all the detrimental things to do, I guarantee this to be the most exhilirating. This hardly counts as being masochistic, because willingly allowing oneself to be hurt more than once by the same aspect, or not shying the fire after being burnt once is far worse. Each one of us puts ourself in such a position so many days of our lives. This one actually did my heart some good.

Pfft

So I chose to 'audit' everyone on Facebook with SuperPoke today. That's got nothing to do with anything. Really.

Monogamy

Ever since Ryzvan got himself a diving watch, I've stopped looking at new styles for him in my emails from Fossil.

Blissful Ignorance

You know you haven't heard of any songs or music in a while when you read a track on IM and are unable to tell the artist from the song.