Me: (startled awake at a party) What’s happening? Is there food?

Sanila:  NO IRISA. NO MORE FOOD.

Sanila: (at the gym) Tears or sweat? Who knows!

Sanila: It’s kinda nice a bug would want its final resting place to be your ear canal.

Me: My friend says, “she has the perfect head.”

Sanila: That’s the best compliment I’ve ever received.

Sanila: (driving, to pedestrian taking photos) MOVE! Do you really want to die for BlogTO?

Sanila: I was feeding a stray cat some of my taco meat yesterday and a local asked for my number like, “quel nombre” and Dilsher wasn’t with me. I didn’t know how to respond so I just showed him a pic of me and Dilsher.

Sanila: I was getting ready as the client was threatening us. I was like, eh, casual dissociation.

Sanila: Insider trading changes you, man.