[Spice]

Originally Posted by Timbit

I told my big brother and he said that her idea is about marriage after all. It's just a ruse, he said, to get me to go to Pakistan so as to be able to better pressure me into an arranged marriage. And that he doesn't know about me, but he's going to be avoiding any suggested trips to Pakistan. He's hilarious.

Whats up with that? when I went to Pak this past summer I was warned over and over by friends that I should try to get out of the trip because they'd have me married the minute I landed.

Needless to say that never happened

KIDDING.

I still have a long time, and my parents keep reminding me so.

[Timbit]

Originally Posted by Spice

Whats up with that? when I went to Pak this past summer I was warned over and over by friends that I should try to get out of the trip because they'd have me married the minute I landed.

Needless to say that never happened

KIDDING.

I still have a long time, and my parents keep reminding me so.

People were so sure that you'd come back engaged/married! But it does happen, that's why. Some people have crazy families.

It's like the opposite here. I'd go to Pakistan in a heartbeat but my parents won't send me for fear that people will come bringing rishtas. My dad's like "No, when people learn what a jawaan daughter we have, then they'll come knocking on our door..."

And I'm like "Dad, the people who're paying attention already know how old I am. And we can just say no if we're not interested."

And he's like "No way I'm sending you alone. If you're going, I'm going to go with you."

[sally]

talking to a cool white woman in her 30s at work about piercings. she's got her nose done.

me: i wanna get a nose piercing (get my nose redone) but i think [my workplace] is going to make me take it out. so no point. hey, wait, maybe i could pull the culture/religious excuse

coworker: TOTALLY DO THAT!

white woman: i think you should do it too..i mean, you're pakistani!! it's totally part of your culture.

me: yeah, i'll be like, i absolutely must be allowed to get a nose piercing and wear a stud or else...um, my parents are going to arrange my marriage to a 35 year old.

white woman: or to a medical student you've never met

me: heyyyyy, you're not supposed to know about the inner workings of my culture!

[Blue_Phoenix]

From when I first moved to Chicago:

Me: Does EVERY street here have a north, south, east, or west distiction?
Hostel worker: Yes. It works like this: State Street divides east and west, Madison Street divides north and south. The numbers get higher depending on how far away a block is from those streets. One block out is 100 north or south, two is 200, and so on. I know it's very confusing at first -
Me: Confusing?! That actually makes perfect sense!

Needless to say, I've never been hopelessly lost in Chicago.

[Bruinrab]

Talking with my dad about his overly optimistic view of surgeon salaries. My brother was in the room, but doing his own thing.

Me: (talking about the factors which severely limit the ability of surgeons to make money). Anyway, that said, the plastic surgeons in the right places can make $50K for a breast augmentation.
Bro: Hey, you're not touching my breasts!

[Timbit]

Everywhere my parents go, they take my baby brother... because he's only 4. They don't even bother to ask the rest of us anymore, 'cause we never wanna go with them.

But today my mom said how the three of them are going out for dinner with a colleague of my dad's and my sister goes: "Geez... do you two just tell people you only have one kid?"

[Spice]

Me: aww, there's a bunny in our backyard, he's so cute!
Brother: KILL HIM, WE NEED MEAT!


Ugh,

[Spice]

Me: you should remove that pile of snow, it always gets in the way of my parking.
Brother: Just eat it, think of it as a giant popsicle.

[socceroni67]

so i'm watchin tv and out of nowhere this guy on their says
"HEY EVERY BODY WE'RE ALL GONNA GET LAID!!!!!!!!!

[Bruinrab]

Me: amma, I think this shirt will go with the pants you just bought.
Mom: I was thinking, I don't have to wear a shirt with those pants.
Me: umm, just a suggestion...you might want to...
Mom: I mean I could wear a sweater.

My poor mom, I'm so evil with her.

[iTz_NoT_Me_iTzZu]

*While I was making dinner*

Bro: *looks in the oven* what is THAT?
Me: It's chicken!
Bro: It looks like a fruit salad
Me:


It was PINEAPPLE chicken

[Timbit]

Okay, I met this guy on the bus.

Like... he smiled at me really big when I walked on and I figured he goes to my school and is headed there too, 'cause why else would he do that? And then he kept looking at me and attempting to talk to me, but I had reading to do. So I kept on reading.

Then when we got off the bus and got to university and I was walking to my class, he caught up to me and started talking.

So we talk for a bit... we were headed in the same direction, so he walks me to class.

And we have the basic conversation like "What program/year are you in?" "How was your Reading Week?"

But... at the end, when I ask him his name, he refuses to tell me.
And he's like "Let's just have a relationship without a name."
And I'm like "Okay, we're not having any kind of relationship... there's already a name for what we are and that's acquaintances. And if we don't know each other's names, then I don't think we're even that... we're strangers."

But still, he won't tell me his name. So I'm like "Okay, can I give you a name? Then at least next time I see you, I can be like "Hi Mark!" or whatever." And he says that a name is meaningless and that to label something is to negate it, and guess who said that? Kierkegaard, a Danish philosopher. And I'm like... yeah, I know who Kierkegaard is, but isn't it funny how we know his name?

Anyway... so he refused to tell me his name.
Then I'm like "Okay, that's fine. I guess I'll see you around" (we have a small campus, so I'm sure I'll see him again). He goes like "Oh, yeah.. I'm always here." I go "Like what, everyday? 'Cause I'm here every day." He's like "No, no, not everyday... always."

Ajeeb.

[zakk]

I bet he was doing a psych experiment. we had to do those sometimes in intro.

[shadha]

Timbit, well was the guy at least cute?


shadha-

[zakk]

this was a few years ago...


coworker: I want to make you guys some of my beef stir fry... there's this halal meat store by my house, I could get the meat from there.

me: ooh. you know what you should do? You should go in there and ask them for halal pork.

coworker: yeah, and then act all confused and belligerent when they don't let me have any.

me: and then one day this story about how a non-Muslim was asking for halal pork will end up in an email forward....

both of us: