Luluwa Tribe

Any resemblance?


Who would have thought, that performing a Google image search on your name would bring up this? Luluwa Mask. Sheez.

I didn't know that I was that influential that there'd be a Tribe named after me.

Men/Women & Aging

Why is it that when men age, they get sexier, and seem "wiser;" whereas women just turn into that "old hag?"

Police Academy

Oh my God. Police Academy is coming on Comedy Central today! Even 10-15 years later (if it's been that many years), it's still Hilarious! There's just way too many great characters in this series.
The black guy with the voice over.
The white guy with the cracking voice.
The The nerdy PE assistant.
The Captain Harris loser.
COP: Collection of Piss Ants.
The gold fish.
The Black girl with the high pitch munchkin voice.
The Gym teacher with the red jump suit, and
Mahoney, Hightower,

David Spade was in Police Academy?

This is all I've discovered in just 15 minutes of watching the movie. I need to watch this movie with other Police Academy aficionados.

Dependency

So, I've realized after having been married for 2 years now, that I'm dependent on my husband. The weird thing is this dependency is not the type that is easily recognizable. I have some friends, who are in the general sense dependent, where they can't do certain things because they need their husbands to do it for them. To them it's not a problem because it doesn't matter whether they do it or their husband does it for them. At least not until they want to do it and the husband doesn't have time, or doesn't want to do it himself. Then the wife, feels like damn, I wish I knew how to do it, and felt confident enough to do it herself.

The kind of dependency I have on my husband comes from a lack of desire to do something. Let's get a little more specific. Cooking. Yes, sometimes I enjoy cooking. But most of the time, I'm a cooker, so we have something to eat when we get home from work. But mostly, this cooking behavior initially stemmed from the need to provide nourishment for my husband. He's a home-meal kinda guy.

When he was away for a few months for work, I was living alone, and I became the laziest, most non-healthy, not taking care of myself person in the world (well, probably not that bad.)Anyway, I stopped cooking, and was living off McDs, friend's dinner, and cereal. Ah, cereal. Who knew cereal could last for breakfast & dinner, and the snacks in between. If only I wasn't lactose intolerant! Argh.

Anyway, what I noticed was that I stopped taking care of myself. Essentially, I'm dependent on Hasnain because when I'm taking care of him, I indirectly take care of myself too. I guess, my motivation for the day to day routines were for the wrong reasons. I shouldn't clean just because Hasnain begins to nag at me to do the laundry (even though the countdown of underwear is the limiting factor), or I shouldn't cook just because Hasnain desires green chatni chicken, I should perform my duties for a more sublime reason, so Hasnain can brag about what an awesome wife I am. Yeah, I like that.

Are you really neat, because you are a neat freak? Or are there other forces at work?