<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020</id><updated>2012-03-15T14:26:52.813-11:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><subtitle type='html'>So I don't forget English.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6093182628311192070</id><published>2009-09-22T07:02:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:02:43.915-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>id was very...fragmented.  I was really excited for the few days prior to it...did lots of shopping and played the part of Santa.  In the past I enjoyed doing the house-hopping thing a lot.  Seeing everyone on Eid is always the primary objective, but this is the last time that will happen.  I am not Hermione Granger.  Chand raat was spent making sivvaiyan (and failing miserably, although that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6093182628311192070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6093182628311192070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6093182628311192070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6093182628311192070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6397281728406339523</id><published>2009-08-24T15:38:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:08:48.221-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reasons why I don't look forward to Ramadan: -Seeing the people you love starving...sallow faces, tired eyes = having your heart broken 100xday.  I suppose this also coincides with the major point of fasting, which is empathy.  For that reason, the empathy portion could also go in the "Reasons why I love Ramadan" section below.  -I think that some people focus too much on the personal spiritual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6397281728406339523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6397281728406339523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6397281728406339523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6397281728406339523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/08/reasons-why-i-love-ramadan-it-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-8550179401976660471</id><published>2009-07-15T06:17:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:17:45.552-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When people talk to me, I probably only listen for 60% of the time (or less depending on who's doing the talking).  For the other 40%, I pretend to follow while really just thinking about food.  Although I need to work on that other 40%, I recently found that my ability to seem engaged during a conversation has some benefits and drawbacks that I never expected.  Last weekend at a Bengali </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8550179401976660471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=8550179401976660471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8550179401976660471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8550179401976660471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-people-talk-to-me-i-probably-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6337979019555133616</id><published>2009-06-29T15:51:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:51:06.870-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Water Runs Dry</title><summary type='text'>blast from the past...one of my fav songs of the mid 90's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6337979019555133616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6337979019555133616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6337979019555133616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6337979019555133616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/boyz-ii-men-water-runs-dry.html' title='Boyz II Men - Water Runs Dry'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-7209957391409800233</id><published>2009-06-25T17:09:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:12:32.173-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I read the news about MJ on CNN.com, I initially shoved the laptop away from me as far as I could.  "Michael Jackson is Dead."  He's too young, that's stupid.  Damn CNN and their way of resorting to I-reports.  When the gravity of it really settled in on me, all I could think of were memories of my brothers and I in our brown carpeted house in Chicago.  I think for many of us 80's children, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7209957391409800233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=7209957391409800233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7209957391409800233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7209957391409800233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-read-news-about-mj-on-cnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5536791610205909266</id><published>2009-06-18T10:00:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:00:48.951-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Inc. trailer</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5536791610205909266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5536791610205909266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5536791610205909266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5536791610205909266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-inc-trailer.html' title='Food, Inc. trailer'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5482615968863928514</id><published>2009-06-17T13:45:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:45:56.034-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik Alif - Noori feat Saieen Zahoor (Coke Studio Season 2 Episode 1)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5482615968863928514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5482615968863928514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5482615968863928514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5482615968863928514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/aik-alif-noori-feat-saieen-zahoor-coke.html' title='Aik Alif - Noori feat Saieen Zahoor (Coke Studio Season 2 Episode 1)'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-2452258898917952101</id><published>2009-06-17T13:35:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:37:57.084-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making kabobs (chicken or beef) on a George Foreman grill takes all the hassle out of cooking them (in addition to removing a large percentage of its fat)!  So You Think You Can Dance is the best thing to happen to my Wednesday nights after the Lost hiatus.  It really makes me want to take dance lessons (dost, shall we?)Chips and salsa, chips and salsa, McCafe Mocha, chips and salsa.IroningChips </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2452258898917952101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=2452258898917952101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2452258898917952101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2452258898917952101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-kabobs-chicken-or-beef-on-george.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1914887441715503614</id><published>2009-06-14T14:10:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:11:57.252-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Colorgenics</title><summary type='text'>From: http://goldinuniverse.com/You have always been on the move seeking affectionate, satisfying and harmonious relationships. Your ultimate goal has been the realisation of an intimate union in which there could be love, self-sacrifice and mutual trust. It has often been said that 'True love is just around the corner' and - if you haven't found it as yet - you possibly soon will. (Maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1914887441715503614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1914887441715503614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1914887441715503614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1914887441715503614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpgoldinuniverse.html' title='Back to Colorgenics'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5405274962745834095</id><published>2009-06-14T13:31:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:33:50.217-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Har Ek Baat Pe   (MIRZA ASAD ULLAH KHAN GHALIB)</title><summary type='text'>Listening to this on repeat while cooking gave the food some soul...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5405274962745834095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5405274962745834095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5405274962745834095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5405274962745834095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/har-ek-baat-pe-mirza-asad-ullah-khan.html' title='Har Ek Baat Pe   (MIRZA ASAD ULLAH KHAN GHALIB)'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-2373521682366013941</id><published>2009-02-26T12:09:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:16:05.709-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOPs replaced poetry. Drawing molecular pathways replaced painting. Lately, I've been trying to reverse that. The only issue lies in the fact that it never ends up as what I intended. Right now I'm working on an underwater "landscape," that actually reminds me of the night-time graveyard scene of one of Tupac Shakur's last videos (although I can't remember the name of it). Half of the painting is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2373521682366013941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=2373521682366013941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2373521682366013941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2373521682366013941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/02/sops-replaced-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6709090021877235241</id><published>2009-02-20T16:43:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:43:49.256-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the end they're all the same.  and it only took 14 months to figure it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6709090021877235241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6709090021877235241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6709090021877235241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6709090021877235241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-end-theyre-all-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-430567669655661701</id><published>2008-12-31T19:30:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:37:06.403-11:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a keyla!</title><summary type='text'>The thing about akelapan ( not the state of being a banana, but the state of being alone) is that its screams become a soft hum after a while, barely audible by the soul.  After years of living with it, you barely notice its existence.  That is until the comfort of companionship strips away that dull groan in the pit of your stomach and leaves you feeling at home. But returning to akelapan is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/430567669655661701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=430567669655661701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/430567669655661701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/430567669655661701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-keyla.html' title='i am a keyla!'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-9027079288945219601</id><published>2008-12-29T15:47:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:53:40.126-11:00</updated><title type='text'>for asad--spicy veggie/chicken lasagna</title><summary type='text'>Ingredients:-Lasagna Noodles (boiled halfway/al dente)-Spaghetti sauce of choice (2 cups)-1/2 cup chopped Chicken Breast, boiled and cut  (pre-marinated chicken 65 pieces work wonderfully)-1 cup ricotta cheese-3 cups mozerella cheese-5 triangles of Laughing Cow cheese-1/2 cup onion, chopped-1/2 cup bell pepper, chopped-1 green chilli, chopped-Cilantro to taste-Red pepper to taste-1-2 tsp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/9027079288945219601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=9027079288945219601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/9027079288945219601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/9027079288945219601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-asad-spicy-veggiechicken-lasagna.html' title='for asad--spicy veggie/chicken lasagna'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-626022919122961622</id><published>2008-12-19T16:01:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:02:11.596-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ultimate tragedy of my life:  when I learn how to cook my favorite dishes, I stop liking them.  Woe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/626022919122961622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=626022919122961622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/626022919122961622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/626022919122961622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimate-tragedy-of-my-life-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-8076752230756251054</id><published>2008-11-03T11:18:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:49:38.374-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the beginning stages of the election, I viewed the two candidates with as much of an open mind as I possibly could.  When Obama had a rally at Georgia Tech in April 2007, I went hoping to gain some idea of who he was and what he stood for.  I left with the impression that he was a great politician: well-spoken, engaging, intelligent, and his looks don't exactly hurt his chances among the 30-50</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8076752230756251054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=8076752230756251054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8076752230756251054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8076752230756251054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-beginning-stages-of-election-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-276050152393968060</id><published>2008-10-02T15:00:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:02:48.272-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarah Palin, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU CARE ABOUT WOMEN'S RIGHTS?Your friend,Uzma AnsariP.S.--I could ask much more, but I think you already know that you are dumb.________________________Joe Biden,YOU ARE AGAINST GAY MARRIAGE?!  I love you, but did you seriously say that??Respectfully yours,Uzma Ansari</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/276050152393968060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=276050152393968060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/276050152393968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/276050152393968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin-what-hell-do-you-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1216959808656801418</id><published>2008-06-22T14:09:00.007-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:49:07.425-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>Richard Blais from Top Chef is currently the executive chef for a restaurant in Buckhead called "Home."  Disclaimer: If you don't watch Top Chef and you don't know who Richard is, we simply cannot be friends anymore.Going to a Top Chef's restaurant seemed intimidating at first.  My dost and I were confused about our attire, finally deciding to go semi semi-formal instead of going casual as one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1216959808656801418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1216959808656801418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1216959808656801418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1216959808656801418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6308191424699851923</id><published>2008-06-22T14:09:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:09:19.397-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6308191424699851923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6308191424699851923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6308191424699851923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6308191424699851923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-738883324763826628</id><published>2008-06-18T12:32:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:36:54.612-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy Honey Chilli Chicken</title><summary type='text'>This is my favorite dish at Bamboo Garden, only I don't like spending $10 every time I want it.  This is a better alternative, plus you won't have to deal with the rude Bengali server with the bad hair and hairy chest:http://www.recipelink.com/msgbrd/board_14/2006/JUL/23784.html--The only thing I would do different is to bake the chicken for 20 minutes, then cover it in the batter and fry it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/738883324763826628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=738883324763826628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/738883324763826628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/738883324763826628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/06/crispy-honey-chilli-chicken.html' title='Crispy Honey Chilli Chicken'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-9178817261313527180</id><published>2008-06-09T14:56:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:51:05.870-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicay Chicken Lasagna</title><summary type='text'>I'm turning this thing into a recipe book/blog/general outlet for sharing any new and exciting encounters with food.Ingredients:1) Lasagna noodles: the whole-wheat ones work best to keep you full2) Spaghetti sauce: Ragu Super Vegetable Primavera--has tons of vegetables already in it which adds great texture to the dish(and cuts out half the time it takes to chop veggies on your own)3) 8-12 oz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/9178817261313527180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=9178817261313527180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/9178817261313527180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/9178817261313527180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/06/spicay-chicken-lasagna.html' title='Spicay Chicken Lasagna'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1774897861769457534</id><published>2008-06-02T11:26:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:56:39.047-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's sort of like comfort,security,and cupcakes:like waking up from the best night of sleep you've ever had.When you've spent years searching for home only to realize it's sitting right next to you. Eating some shrimp.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1774897861769457534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1774897861769457534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1774897861769457534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1774897861769457534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/06/emotions-in-my-experience-arent-covered.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-3280950285287500869</id><published>2008-05-17T17:11:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:13:52.381-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're in it, it's hard to realize how lucky you are.  Until the realization occurssuddenlyand it's all worth it again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3280950285287500869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=3280950285287500869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3280950285287500869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3280950285287500869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-youre-in-it-its-hard-to-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-4629444819987181802</id><published>2008-04-30T15:49:00.009-11:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:10:05.100-11:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution</title><summary type='text'>Every now and then I run (head first) into moments that remind me of how different life is.  When you see a good friend you haven't seen in a while and instead of reuniting with them you realize you're actually reuniting with yourself--or who you used to be.  Because you realize "who you used to be" is exactly that.  Or in other words, an evolution has taken place.  For better or for worse?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4629444819987181802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=4629444819987181802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4629444819987181802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4629444819987181802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/04/evolution.html' title='evolution'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-7265205580308969897</id><published>2008-04-03T16:11:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:18:11.233-11:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i should write something before i forget how</title><summary type='text'>I'm immersed in an existence I've never known before, and one that I never imagined I would know.  Which has its ups and its downs and both are equally as exciting and stale all at the same time.  Everything's different, but there's a fear that underneath it all, nothing will change. I have all the motivation in the world, but not even an ounce of drive to follow through with anything.  Every few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7265205580308969897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=7265205580308969897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7265205580308969897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7265205580308969897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-i-should-write-something-before.html' title='i guess i should write something before i forget how'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-4893238080592405194</id><published>2008-01-31T12:24:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:26:21.485-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't exactly describe what my life is like right now.  Putting emotions into words always seems to cheapen the effect.  All I can say is that I look forward to each coming day more and more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4893238080592405194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=4893238080592405194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4893238080592405194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4893238080592405194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-exactly-describe-how-happy-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1196566280516919589</id><published>2008-01-26T23:16:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:01:24.614-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home (Nov 30, 1983- October 1990)I google satellite-mapped 814 cape cod ct, evans GA 30809.  Google actually maps it wrong.  Our house is the one diagonal to this one (up one house, then cross the street...the one with the long driveway).  Just wanted to see if the pool was visible from space.  Ended up dragging the map down cape cod dr, down sparkleberry, to washington road, all the way back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1196566280516919589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1196566280516919589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1196566280516919589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1196566280516919589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-nov-30-1983-october-1990-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-2151657277275303284</id><published>2007-12-16T15:59:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:09:05.042-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These days my life is 100% Frima shaadi-planning-time.  All this wedding planning got me thinking about my own wedding (which remains theoretical). The location for my ideal theoretical/future/highly-unlikely wedding is obvious: Taco Bell.  It's cheap, quick, and what desi person doesn't like Chalupas and Fire Sauce?Next I started thinking about my entry song.  Any girl who's thought of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2151657277275303284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=2151657277275303284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2151657277275303284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/2151657277275303284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/12/other-day-friend-told-me-that-my-blog_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-3599200700558717703</id><published>2007-11-12T05:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:49:26.821-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've come to the conclusion that I not only feed off of stress, but I fill my life with as much unneccesary stress as possible.  And now that I've had this epiphany, I feel as if somehow I'll actually start the 15 page paper due at 5:30 today.  Or not.  I think I'll go eat some lunch instead, then cram it out in the last 2 hours.  Then instead of working on the paper and presentation due tomorrow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3599200700558717703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=3599200700558717703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3599200700558717703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3599200700558717703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-come-to-conclusion-that-i-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6955708804843685252</id><published>2007-10-19T17:31:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:29:33.091-11:00</updated><title type='text'>mogli</title><summary type='text'>In other news, I went to the doctor today in hopes of diagnosing my recurring chest pains.  A few lab tests and an EKG later, I found that Kaiser doctors are lame.  They ask you a few questions, refer to the Kaiser software system to categorize your symptoms into whatever group/disease they deem necessary...print a description of what they think your ailment is and BAM, they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6955708804843685252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6955708804843685252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6955708804843685252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6955708804843685252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/mogli.html' title='mogli'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6827113074010359752</id><published>2007-10-19T13:46:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:31:14.478-11:00</updated><title type='text'>stream of conciousness that ended up somewhat coherent.  somewhat.</title><summary type='text'>like the world is crumbling at your feet and you really just want it to suck you in away from the surface and the nothingness and numbness and insecurities and just the general feeling that nothing will ever be right. that you will never feel whole.  that nothing will ever be good enough.  run around like a rat in a never-ending maze. the only thing that keeps you going is the thought of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6827113074010359752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6827113074010359752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6827113074010359752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6827113074010359752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/stream-of-conciousness-that-ended-up.html' title='stream of conciousness that ended up somewhat coherent.  somewhat.'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-439016313653050455</id><published>2007-09-15T16:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:07:02.397-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's like a game of frogger.  The cars speeding by seem scary, and as a result the journey itself can seem pretty impossible at times.Because the journey's so dangerous, we act in different ways to the cars.  Some remain stagnant on the side of the road, afraid of experiencing those blows.  Others have the courage to take the first step, but ultimately end up as road-kill thanks to a passing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/439016313653050455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=439016313653050455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/439016313653050455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/439016313653050455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifes-like-game-of-frogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1830917143341768635</id><published>2007-09-07T11:37:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:38:25.890-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a picture of my heart, and it would look like this</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1830917143341768635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1830917143341768635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1830917143341768635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1830917143341768635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-picture-of-my-heart-and-it-would.html' title='Take a picture of my heart, and it would look like this'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5740993558902075747</id><published>2007-08-28T13:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:02:05.146-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><summary type='text'>Confusion.  On the one hand I'm lucky enough to have a full-time job at one of the most prestigious places of employment for anyone interested in Biology or Public Health.  Although my job isn't too exciting, hearing that I work at the CDC makes people react as if I'm working for Jesus or Shah Rukh Khan.  I'm also continuing to move forward in my graduate degree, with only one more semester left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5740993558902075747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5740993558902075747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5740993558902075747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5740993558902075747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/08/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-8392372956880290189</id><published>2007-08-20T15:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:20:05.719-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather eat peanuts, thank you very much.</title><summary type='text'>Desi marriage seems to be a futile topic to dwell on since the logic behind it is nothing but a roti-shaped circle of hypocracy and confusion.On the one hand, Muslim children are raised to have limited social interaction with those of the opposite sex.  This example was demonstrated when I was invited to a male classmates' birthday party in the 4th grade.  My dad clearly explained to me that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8392372956880290189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=8392372956880290189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8392372956880290189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/8392372956880290189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/08/id-rather-eat-peanuts-thank-you-very_20.html' title='I&apos;d rather eat peanuts, thank you very much.'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6589453949857033610</id><published>2007-08-14T11:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:39:39.315-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I went to get an oil change for my car.  Because the service was taking longer than usual and since it was 100+ degrees in the garage, one of the mechanics tried talking me up before I started complaining.  Here's how the conversation went:Dude: "So where are you from?"Me: "Pakistan."Dude: "So do Pakistani women really have to wear a covering...and like walk 10 ft behind the men and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6589453949857033610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6589453949857033610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6589453949857033610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6589453949857033610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-weekend-i-went-to-get-oil-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-4191781196677905115</id><published>2007-07-11T15:56:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:52:09.374-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A great teacher</title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was amazing.  The dark humor was generated for adults and the themes were targeted towards the younger generation, but the overall sense of fear created by the director effected everyone.  The subtle humor in the movie was the best part...especially the pedophilic innuendos between Snape and Harry (is pedophilic a word?). Harry Potter: "No, that's private</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4191781196677905115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=4191781196677905115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4191781196677905115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4191781196677905115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-teacher.html' title='A great teacher'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5162629873674336039</id><published>2007-06-26T17:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:12:47.380-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shazzam!</title><summary type='text'>Childhood obesity has become an epidemic within the United States, with incidence doubling, even tripling over the past few decades.  We really don't need studies to prove this fact.  The next time you're in public, just take a closer look at the kids around you.  I'm sure it'll do more to convince you than reading the hundreds of papers published on the topic.  In my Epi class, we've spent hours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5162629873674336039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5162629873674336039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5162629873674336039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5162629873674336039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/shazzam.html' title='Shazzam!'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5245535798481997451</id><published>2007-06-13T10:34:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:41:31.730-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Poles are made to run into.</title><summary type='text'>The topic on Oprah today was "How to Be a Sexpot."  The apparent objective of the show was to teach women how to seek and manifest their "inner sexual goddess" as a means of empowering themselves.  Earlier in the show a stripping instructer was teaching Oprah and her guests how to work a pole and dance like a stripper.  In addition to learning how to be a ho, women were given sexy make-overs in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5245535798481997451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5245535798481997451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5245535798481997451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5245535798481997451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/poles-are-made-to-run-into.html' title='Poles are made to run into.'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6065260350840535787</id><published>2007-06-07T17:16:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:17:05.853-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much has been happening.  k bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6065260350840535787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6065260350840535787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6065260350840535787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6065260350840535787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-much-has-been-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-1422324319801079932</id><published>2007-06-04T18:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:51:20.740-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 1:39 am and I'm in the Tech library.  The Coke wore off 23 min ago and the Milky Way never really had any effect.  The first floor computer lab is a sea of dark blue screensavers.  It's summer.  Even Techies allow themselves a summer every now and then.There's a final tomorrow on the Renal System, GI tract, Endocrine System, and Reproduction.  Sitting at the 2-screen group computers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1422324319801079932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=1422324319801079932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1422324319801079932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/1422324319801079932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-139-am-and-im-in-tech-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-3288343487049107661</id><published>2007-05-30T14:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:44:57.754-11:00</updated><title type='text'>eeh</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when you loose yourself, the best place to find who you are is with family.I could elaborate, but I really need to procrastinate in other ways do work...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3288343487049107661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=3288343487049107661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3288343487049107661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3288343487049107661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-greatest-family-in-world.html' title='eeh'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-3612213976200716820</id><published>2007-05-12T15:25:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:08:41.188-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving from city to city and job to job is not the same as moving forward.  Going from class to class and collecting degrees doesn't seem like the answer either.  How do you move forward when you don't even know where to go?If you knew where to go, life would be pretty pointless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3612213976200716820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=3612213976200716820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3612213976200716820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3612213976200716820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-from-city-to-city-and-job-to-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6212209960065951199</id><published>2007-05-02T01:43:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:43:51.861-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amli sounds like imli, and imli is my favorite chutney of all time.It's a sign.(Disregard the previous posting)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6212209960065951199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6212209960065951199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6212209960065951199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6212209960065951199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/05/amli-sounds-like-imli-and-imli-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-293886380439474334</id><published>2007-04-30T09:09:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:55:49.757-11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I'm hot poor.</title><summary type='text'>When I first started looking at apartments in Kennesaw 1.5 years ago, anything above $600 would give me a heart attack.  It hurts my feelings to know how much more I have to spend on this new apt I found today...but it's:1) beautiful.2) walking distance from the CDC3) MARTA-ble for classes4) gate-accessable to Whole Foods (not that I want to spend $10 on fruit, but it's nice to know there's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/293886380439474334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=293886380439474334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/293886380439474334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/293886380439474334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-first-started-looking-at.html' title='This is why I&apos;m &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; poor.'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-3760746941444785273</id><published>2007-04-21T11:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:50:06.875-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't said anything about what happened at Virginia Tech, mainly because I'm not sure how to really put words to it.  But a few things about the aftermath have really gotten under my skin.A few people are blaming the media for spending too much time covering the shooting, and not enough time covering Iraq.  More people have been killed in Iraq; they too are parents, brothers and sisters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3760746941444785273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=3760746941444785273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3760746941444785273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/3760746941444785273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-havent-said-anything-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-6043299672073524001</id><published>2007-04-12T12:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:09:16.142-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Pointless Pointlessness</title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up around 8 am.  This was odd considering how my normal wake-up time is 10-11.  I didn't even set an alarm today (yeah, I still need an alarm to get up at 10) but something got me out of bed this morning.  After getting up, I realized I could do several things: start on the 10,000 assignments due next week, watch the episode of Lost I missed last night, spend countless hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6043299672073524001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=6043299672073524001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6043299672073524001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/6043299672073524001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/hurr.html' title='Long Pointless Pointlessness'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-4073500549092864546</id><published>2007-04-09T15:11:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:17:56.414-11:00</updated><title type='text'>180 degrees</title><summary type='text'>It's kinda funny when you spend most of your life working towards something, only to find yourself 2 steps away from the finish line and wanting something completely different.  It could just be fear in disguise, but I'm much more calm knowing and  being so certain about what direction I want my life to go in.It's just turning it around and moving in this new direction that's the tricky part.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4073500549092864546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=4073500549092864546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4073500549092864546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4073500549092864546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-kinda-funny-when-you-spend-most-of.html' title='180 degrees'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5401067682191406151</id><published>2007-04-06T04:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:54:13.932-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had an interview at Starbucks that, believe it or not, I managed to bomb.  Yeah you'd think a Tech graduate could do interviews, but not in this type of situation.We (three of us total) had a group interview with the manager of the store, a man named "Bobby."  Although Bobby should have been a Madeline or Brittney because he was so beautiful!  I couldn't focus on formulating articulate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5401067682191406151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5401067682191406151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5401067682191406151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5401067682191406151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-had-interview-at-starbucks-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-649270628745954168</id><published>2007-04-01T14:35:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:04:46.221-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese.</title><summary type='text'>This weekend I got to see Ibad and Hammad for a while. There's something about kids that does strange things to people (I'm not talking about those MySpace predators you see on Dateline, sickos).  They have an amazing ability to bring out the best in everyone.  If you've ever left a candybar in a car during the summer and later re-discovered it in melted form, that's kind of like the effect kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/649270628745954168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/649270628745954168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-weekend-i-got-to-see-ibad-and.html' title='Cheese.'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-4236272980549284503</id><published>2007-03-29T13:10:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:48:36.220-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Namesake</title><summary type='text'>It’s difficult to explain why this movie is good.  Although the dialogue in the movie was minimal, the actors did an excellent job of portraying the subtlety of emotion in a way that still has a big impact on the viewer.  As in real life drama isn’t run by a script or by words, but rather by emotions (afterall, ~60% of our lives consist of silence).  But with any book turned to movie, the book is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4236272980549284503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=4236272980549284503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4236272980549284503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/4236272980549284503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-difficult-to-explain-why-this-movie.html' title='The Namesake'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-999397185222011151</id><published>2007-03-26T16:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:33:33.832-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><summary type='text'>I went to the Tech library to study today, making this the first time there in a year.  When I think back to Tech times 70% of my memories are from that place, which seems kind of sad. But looking back it was actually enjoyable at times.  My last finals-all-nighter consisted of me sliding around the 2nd floor cubicle area with my shoes off and playing with a tennis ball at 4 am.  So yeah, it did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/999397185222011151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=999397185222011151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/999397185222011151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/999397185222011151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-7438340933890787220</id><published>2007-03-21T17:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:57:05.316-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists are going to hell</title><summary type='text'>While reading a paper for class, I ran across some experimental methods that made me want to cry.  This study deals with the effects of sleep deprivation on brain cell development in mice.  To induce sleep deprivation, a device was set up consisting of a small platform held above a bin filled with water. The idea behind this set up was that REM induced sleep paralysis would cause the mice to fall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7438340933890787220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=7438340933890787220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7438340933890787220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/7438340933890787220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/scientists-are-going-to-hell.html' title='Scientists are going to hell'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5523332095456520191</id><published>2007-03-19T14:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:49:39.046-11:00</updated><title type='text'>More on 300</title><summary type='text'>I'm no artist, but I can recognize aesthetic genious when I see it and 300 is it.  Most people say that they expected more from it, but can't figure out exactly what was missing.  I went in knowing I would love it for the visuals, but didn't expect much as far as plot... that's probably why I wasn't dissapointed.It looks like an epic story, and in some respects it is (you can't tell me you didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5523332095456520191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5523332095456520191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5523332095456520191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5523332095456520191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-on-300.html' title='More on 300'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-5842856133332019763</id><published>2007-03-11T18:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:01:43.640-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Started volunteering at the Grady ECC two weeks ago.  Our primary responsibility is to find stretchers and move patients around in them (complicated, I know).  The first shift was really boring since there weren't too many patients coming in, but today was another story.To start off, I took a 20ish year old kid to the urgent care area.  He looked completely healthy so I couldn't understand why he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5842856133332019763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=5842856133332019763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5842856133332019763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/5842856133332019763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-spending-week-lying-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-115578343172990982</id><published>2006-08-16T15:56:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:00:21.326-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine is one of the best movies I've ever seen.  Literally.  For seriously.From a time.com article about Proust's effect on Little Miss Sunshine:"Steve Carell's character in the film, Uncle Frank, is a depressed, suicidal homosexual who also happens to be the self-declared number one Proust scholar in the U.S....In a particularly perfect scene, Frank explains to Dwayne that Proust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/115578343172990982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=115578343172990982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115578343172990982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115578343172990982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-miss-sunshine-is-one-of-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-115552604869966594</id><published>2006-08-13T16:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:33:10.793-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't had the internet for almost two weeks now, so I'll make this short before it drops out again*The Descent was a retarded movie.*I got into grad school at GaState.  With classes starting in a week, I'm starting to worry that maybe a Masters in Bio was a big mistake.  Either way, I'm just happy I'll have something to do for a while other than work at a dead end job.  The plan is to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/115552604869966594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=115552604869966594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115552604869966594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115552604869966594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-havent-had-internet-for-almost-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-115180040678781937</id><published>2006-07-01T13:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:39:22.651-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone screws up now and then, but sometimes you make mistakes so huge that you don't even recognize yourself while you're making them.  The hardest part about these moments and mistakes is that they're so easy to make: it's shocking to realize how quick and easy it is to become a complete foil of yourself (or who you thought you were).Realizing that you've turned into something you never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/115180040678781937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=115180040678781937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115180040678781937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/115180040678781937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-fucks-up-now-and-then-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-114238487154353757</id><published>2006-03-14T13:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:22:19.033-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While explaining how deficiencies in Growth Hormone can effect humans, our MCAT teacher claimed that midgets are infertile while dwarfs are fertile. But according to R. Kelly's "Trapped In a Closet," the midget who had an affair with the cop's wife impregnated her after she found him dancing at a strip joint. This was also the same midget who hid in the kitchen cabinet when the cop came home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/114238487154353757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=114238487154353757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114238487154353757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114238487154353757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/03/while-explaining-how-deficiencies-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-114170550926710059</id><published>2006-03-06T17:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:36:01.700-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I thought about while taking the GRE:1.  How to decorate my living room.2.  Jelly doughnut, French Cruller, or munchkins?  3.  How awesome is it that Dunkin Doughnuts makes jelly munchkins?  If they had those back in the day, my childhood would have been 10x better.4.  I need to buy a blender so I can make lassi on a daily basis5.  MacaroniThings I didn't think about while taking the GRE:1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/114170550926710059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=114170550926710059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114170550926710059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114170550926710059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-i-thought-about-while-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-114153436861545593</id><published>2006-03-04T16:12:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:41:15.403-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following is my recipie for "Tofu Pollo for Cheap Lazy Asses Who Don't Own Any Pans So They Cook Everything In a Giant Wok...con Queso":1.  1 can Campbell's Nacho Cheese2.  half lb - 1 lb frozen corn kernals (walmart brand just happens to be the sweetest/cheapest kind)3.  1/4 red onion, finely chopped4.  1/2 bag Morningstar Tofu Chicken strips (any type of soy/tofu/meat would do)5.  Frozen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/114153436861545593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=114153436861545593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114153436861545593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114153436861545593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/03/following-is-my-recipie-for-tofu-pollo.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-114118744372023445</id><published>2006-02-28T17:22:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:39:02.596-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following is a quote from tonight's episode of Scrubs:Elliot: "Hurry up, J.D.!  I want to go home and watch Grey's Anatomy..."J.D:  "Ooh Grey's Anatomy, I love that show!  It's like they watched our lives and put it on tv..."(and the look on Zach Braff's face was priceless)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/114118744372023445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=114118744372023445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114118744372023445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/114118744372023445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/02/following-is-quote-from-tonights.html' title=''/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22366020.post-113979979186990657</id><published>2006-02-12T15:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:03:11.876-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape Juice</title><summary type='text'>Grape juice should totally be re-named "Nectar of the Gods."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/feeds/113979979186990657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22366020&amp;postID=113979979186990657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/113979979186990657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22366020/posts/default/113979979186990657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uzyness.blogspot.com/2006/02/grape-juice.html' title='Grape Juice'/><author><name>Uzma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04028394416402162477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://userpic.livejournal.com/54289266/3535417'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
