We're in the deep end, but we're all together.

I wish there was one photo that had all my friends standing together. I'm trying to get a cover photo for my stupid facebook timeline and I cant seem to find one that brings all my friends together. Those I love. So I went on my 77 albums ( yes I have a total of 77 albums on FB) and they were all awesomeness to the limit, and I found a few pictures here and there that could sum up my life. As I went through them I was reminded of the good old days, some friends in there I've had since I was in 5th grade or when I was 13. I'm not talking about school friends or classmates, I'm talking proper best friends for life material.

Some of these people, who are all old now, some married, some with kids, some with Ph.D's even, some of these people left an indentation on my life, that has curved it to what I am now. 


The first time I properly met Salah, at the time I only knew his name, the first time, I was in the library, all alone up in the 3rd floor and I was sat in the corner on a table crying my eyes out, I was all alone, I had no friends and my family was away. And that's when he walks in, sees me, pulls a chair and sits beside me. He asked me what's wrong, and I blurted out everything to him. Next thing I know he was drying my tears, he took my hand and he introduced me to his 4 guy friends. He then looked at me and said "I know we're all guys, but we'll do for the time". 
Next thing I knew, he transferred all my labs with him and for the first time, I had a lab group, and I was a part of something. 
And to this day. I am never alone because somewhere, somehow he's always there too. 
Salah taught me trust, to trust a stranger who then turns out to be the best person on earth. 

Mustafa on left, Salah on right, both good friends

Sana, well, what can I say, its not the fact that she's cool, or funny or trustworthy, its the fact that she's always been there, always consistent and most of all understanding. Even after 6 years. My darkest days, when I'm all angry and upset, she looks at me, points a finger and laughs in my face and then says " I know". That's all it takes to get me laughing.


















Allie, hmmm Allie, well when I was 5th grade, I went with my parents to their friends house who had a daughter, who wasn't only the sweetest nicest girl ever, but later lived to become my most loved best friend. My family always travelled around the world, she always lived in the same home, yet somehow, I always end up with her. I shared my first crush with her. At the age of 13, and it was the same time I'd met another super mega awesome friend, Marwan. Who stood by my side.


 Its not a friend who's a friend, its a friend who's there for you when you're in a complete all time low that's a friend.


A friend once sang a song about me, I only remember this part of it: "Everyone that passes you by the street misses the chance to be with the most extraordinary girl in the world". Its something I'll never forget, something I keep deep in my heart. 


Cousins don't count, you see because they're cousins, you love them unconditionally and they love you the same. I have 21 first cousins who I love all equally, but differently.

My cousin May and I, at age 1. 

My friend Sinan once said "If I have to choose between friends or family, I'll always choose family". You see, true friends, true people will never ever make you go through a decision like that. 


True friends for me aren't just people, they're the ones who let me share the pain with them, whether mine or theirs. Its for all the times you stood in the rain together. 


Bet you didn't think I'm that deep now did you ;)

This times a different time. I have this grave feeling that things are about to change, they might already have. I know I've started to.
It makes me happy, to actually move on. Knowing that one chapter is over and I'm moving on to the next. I'm a little excited, a little scared, but mostly satisfied.
The dark days are over. They might come back though, but it doesn't matter when you've gone through the worst.
I'm ready to shut the book finally. And it feels amazing.
With my ice cream and my family on my side. I think it's going to be time to jump.
It's summer time baby. And it only comes once a year. This is a message to my future self, you're good. You're happy. Go get life. And smile.

Torontos real life zombie attacks

What happens at night in Toronto?
Why in hell do all the weirdos come out at night? What happens that make them roam the city?
I'm not talking about the regular weirdos, oh no, not your average scum bags and homeless joes. I'm talking about those people that follow you around in the subway asking to borrow your phone, the ones that pretend that they've lost all their money, beg for money from random strangers then yell profanity if they don't get change.. I'm talking about that guy that sits beside you, takes off his shoes, reveals his infected toe and asks if your horny.

I'm terrified of this city, I don't think I can handle a zombie attack with zombies worse than torontos late night weirdos.

When your at union station at 11 pm and a bunch of police men run in to grab someone who's doing drugs in the men's washroom. Oh yeah.. I've been there. And at that exact moment, a drunk lady comes laughing in.

Well done downtown toronto you have outdone yourself. I guess you don't need a zombie attack to have zombies.

Snap snap snap

What is a photograph?
A photograph is a mili second captured on a paper, or as a viewable digital picture. It makes that one second last forever. Exactly the way it happened. No changes. It's a way to stop time. Keep it from moving, a way that defies the laws of time and movement. In that picture, time stands still, people stand still. Even after theyre long gone. They appear in that photo, just as real life. Just as they once stood before. A little peice of them caught in that little photo. Forever.

People change. They grow up or grow old. That photo of them is something that stays the same throughout time. It keeps them the way they were. It keeps them alive. It's magnificent if you ask me. I wish I can take pictures of the whole world on my camera, of everyone I know, everyone I don't know. Try and keep it. As it is. Forever.

We forget a lot. Forget how we once felt, how we once loved. We forget what we saw, what we encountered, we forget the bad times as well as the good times. Photos are there to remind us, how we once were. What we once saw, how we once lived.

A machine to stop time. And make us watch a moment over and over. Making time timeless.

Take your cameras out. Your future selves will thank you for it.

Zombies

I always wondered what it is that I'll be doing once the zombies attack. Mind you I still can't figure out how the zombies will come about in the first place, like what will trigger them. Will it be a bang heard all around the globe? Or will it be a disease infecting people's brains? Either way I think about it nearly all the time.

I would like to consider myself ready if a zombie attack was to occur. I have worked out vigorously, kept my weight down. My leg muscles can keep me running for days if I had to. Yes I'm serious.

I've practiced to be aware of my surroundings. No zombie can surprise me without me knowing about it.

I have used my boney fingers to poke pillows, tomatoes, even soap bars, incase I'll ever have to poke someone's eyes out. And I've been biting people since 1991. Needless to say, i've advanced far since then. It is after all survival of the fittest.

I'm quick with reactions. And I know exactly what to do. I've even practiced on guns for crying out loud.

Not to mention, I can stitch wounds, give shots, treat people and fix fractures.

Bottom line, I am trained and ready or combat. And nothing scares me.

But I have come to the sad realization that I however awesome, cant survive alone, Without a proper gang, a team.

I need a tech genius, I will need someone with mad driving skills cuz I drive like women. Asian women.
Someone that knows the area. I'll need someone with good armour experience and anyone else that seems useful with anti zombie skills. Also.. I will also need someone, prefereably with good genes, just incase if I'll be needing to repopulate the world with.

When the time comes you'll remember me. If you will be fending off zombies by yourself, then I bid you the best of luck! Either way, I hope I see you at the end line!

Sick and other random stuff

I've got the flu. I think. Even though I believe that I never get sick, and I never do, I am currently getting symptoms of a runny nose and a sore throat, just symptoms. It doesn't mean I am sick..
The worst thing about this is, even though in my head I am not sick, my brain isn't functioning, my body feels weird and there's mucous coming out of every orfice of my body.

My remedy of green tea and ginger with honey and lemon has failed. And I call myself a pharmacist. Pshhhht

News on the forefront: Although work can be sucky at times, yet I still manage to find pleasures. Some people can put a smile on my face without even trying. In other news: brace yourselves, winter is coming.

That awesome moment

That moment, when everything is going the wrong way, nothing is working out, you lose alot, you miss the bus, you lose your keys, your phone is off because the batteries are depleted and you think to yourself, this can't get any worse. Well, the universe hears your cry of despair and accepts your challenge.
So days go by, weeks, even months and you're at an all time low. You've done all you could do, yet nothing is working out. So you take on the universe and its' challenge and you donate, you pray, you even clean your room daily thinking it's the last straw.

Nothing. In fact, you lose your job, and you can't find another one.

Then one day out of the blue, you share a seat with a kind stranger on the bus. They smile at you.

You get that job interview You always wanted. And you get the job.

You were left out but all of a sudden you find yourself sitting at a table with your close friends.

And your life blooms. No reason. Just does.
You get everything you want, including that vacation you were dying for. Including the guy you always wanted, or that girl.

Don't lose hope. It takes weeks, months years even. It will look up. There really is a light at the end of that tunnel. You just have to keep on walking.