Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My mom's out to pick my sister up from somewhere and they're still not back. And I can't watch the news anymore, its making me crazier with worry.
Someone help me understand. WHAT do we gain fom this? Apne aap ko tor phor ke kya milta hai in logon ko? I swear, this is us at our absolute worst. And apparently, there's no solution.
I heard they're setting fire to car tires. And breaking windows everywhere. And belting stones at anything that moves.
Sometimes, I hate my country. I don't care how that sounds. Sometimes I just do.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Oh and Minerva, I'll email you the test soon =)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
If you want to check out their website:
They worked really, really hard on this and all feedback is appreciated.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
*I'm going to be a little bit speedy*
*He was a person. And a Greek philosopher.*
(How absolutely illuminating.)
*Knowledge can be get from experience - good or bad*
(We didn't get any knowledge from our bad experience with YOU.)
Reading out John Locke's association law
*Wut this line meanings?*
Explaining the law
*There are a lot many things in environments.*
Friday, February 20, 2009
Moosa sahab (3 year old neighbour, absolute LOVE and pretty much family member since he was born) saunters in and stops in the lounge. Apparently perceiving the house empty, starts wandering here and there, looking for ay hoomun. (I was in the kitchen and his back was towards me, he didn't see me while coming in. Mom was out, Haider and Sid were both asleep.)
Looks in at Haider sleeping. Looks in on Sid sleeping. Comes back to the lounge and sees the computer screen glowing. Stares fascinated, this wicked smile forming on his (Mashallah) adorable face.
Peeks here and there and slowly proceeds towards the computer - which, by the way, is completely off limits to him and he KNOWS it. Approaches the keyboard and slowwwwwwwwlllyyyyyyyy presses a key and quickly backs away. Spots me almost immediately after that, grinning at him.
Bursts into manic laughter and runs towards me, hugging me tight, with his arms around my neck.
Whispers in my ear, "Mujhe laga ghal pe toi be nai hai. Meine tamputal ta button badaya hai tyunkay mein shamjha mein atleley hun" - more manic laughter. This time with me joining in.
Hahahaha he's such a LOVE.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
"I say you, staap it."
"If you percept something wrang i say, interpret me."
(Presenting the class with an amazing example of analogue representation)
"Take a map. Vut do you see on map? You see many things."
And THEN she has the guts to say, "I tolerate no spell mistakes in paper. I will cut paper. Don't spell mistakes."
So all we have to do in the paper is NOT spell 'mistakes'.
I LOVE her. Seriously.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
6th semester. Doesn't sound too good. Why, you ask? Well, check THIS out:
Major I - Cognitive Psychology
Major II - Applied Statistics
Major III - Psychological Disorders
Major IV - Testing
Oh Lord. OH HELP!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm slightly...dazed.
My mother's Khala died today. She was over a hundred years old and had Alzhiemer's. But she had her moments. She would remember everyone. And talk and laugh. She was loved.
A couple days ago, a friend called and told me that her Bhabi gave birth to a little baby girl - and she weighed only 3 pounds. She asked me to pray for the baby. Today, she called and told me the baby died.
It makes you wonder why.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Pehle Jaahil and I:
yaar tu na.
PYARI LAGO GEE
i will defintely get a hot shia guy
if i go ganji
Then Anushay joins in:
yaar. maryam should go bald
khoobsuurtee ke INTEHA. matlab ** ka bf ussko chorr ka
MARYAM PAR LATTOO
Yes, my friends do love me. Quite a bit.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
mota alu pich pich pich
anarkali day vich vich vich
utoon ai bus
mota gaya phas
motay ne lagaya zor
mota ho gya kamzoor
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This is what you do every single time. And I am freaking SICK of it. I hate it when you do this. Why do you do it to me? You know, you KNOW how much I hate it. And still you take everything out on me. You know how I feel about it, you can SEE it on my fucking FACE, can't you? What the hell do I have to do to make you understand?
If you're angry at him, take it out on HIM. Why does it have to be me? I do everything you ask me to, every, single, FUCKING THING. And then you say "You never listen". How can you say that to ME?
Fuck this. Stay that way. I will too.
I know things will be alright tomorrow. But I also know you'll do it again.
Monday, February 9, 2009
4 Places I go to Over and Over Again:
- My Bathroom =P
- The Drawing Room
- The Kitchen
- My Blog - lol. Shut up, all of you. It IS my place.
4 People Who Mail Me Regularly:
- Fatima Mukhtar
- Rabia Khan
- Ali Ghafoor
- YouTube Service =P
4 of My Favourite Places to Eat (Apart from Home):
- Copper Kettle
- Pizza Hut
4 Places I'd Rather Be Now:
- At a friend's place
- At my cousin's
- At another cousin's
4 Favourite T.V. Shows:
(Okay, I have really cheap taste in T.V. stuff, so no judging. Thankyous plis.)
- Grey's Anatomy
- American Idol
- Gossip Girl
- The O.C. (I couldn't think of anything else)
4 People I Would Like To Tag:
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
dude i m like waiting for you to ask something
and you are like not
so i m still waiting
so i hope u realise soon what you have to ask me
and i won't tell you what
i m not even HINTING anything
okay fine i give up tell me what it is
no i m not telling
you are like suppose to know
i m so not telling
nai pata na
mein ja rai hun
what excuse now?
ke you're not telling me
dafa ho mein nai bata rai
chawal girlfrnd na ho to
uf i just GAVE you a hint
before your =(
THAT was your hint
acha bata do na!
fuck u shut up
I LOVE YOU PLEASE
VALENTINES DAY ARAHA HAI YOU ARE SUPP TO ASK MEEEEE
Me: Yar, bhar mein jaye. Meine nai milna.
Anushay: Poor guy. Fell in love with a stone.
Ali: I'm running around and texting you.
Me: Running around? Why?
Ali: I'm dad's wardrobe manager and he's a total diva.
Friday, February 6, 2009
And apparently, people in my class DIE if they don't fill at least THIRT FOUR EFFING PAGES. Today's paper? We got 6 questions for 3 marks each, and 1 question for 9 marks. The 9 mark one was obviously supposed to be written in detail but the 3 mark questions? It was CLEARLY specified "Describe the following theories very briefly" - wih 'very briefly' underlined twice. Any retard could figure out that means WRITE. LESS.
Oh but NOOOO, thee HORROR! AFCOURSE they cannot write less, their fingers would fall off! Today, I asked a friend of mine WHY she asked for about 5 more extra shits and she goes "jab tak mein sara kuch yad kiya hua na likhun, meri tasallee nai hoti."
I was *insert blank, emo stare*
I will never understand why. Never.
I really need to get out. I wanna go to Karachi. Or Islamabad.
(I think we established quite long ago my tendency for uncontrolled bursts of random bakwas. No excuses for this one, plis)
I know what'll happen. I do. I'll know the answers to about 2 questions out of 5. And the rest I'll make up. And the other girls? "MISS! Sheet day dein! Sheet day dein! Sheet! Sheet! Sheet! Shee..."
SHIT. Shit is what I will feel like. I think in my entire university life, I've had to ask for a sheet...twice? Yes. Two times...ONLY. As for the rest of them, two times is when they HAVEN'T asked for an extra sheet... I think in their entire lives.
Kya likhti hain, yar. Yes, I'm jealous, but they're CRAZIER than I am! I mean, WHO writes 10 pages (no exaggeration, swear) for a 5 mark question?! Insane, I tell you! Or maybe, I just don't write enough. As far as I'm concerned, 1 page is more than enough for a 5 mark question. I make things up good =)
Sheet do, sheet do. Shit lo. Whatever.
I are sign off!
P.S. Wish me luck. I need it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Me: Um... I forgot what you said?
Ali: OH okay, I said "Its a vicious circle...."
Me: HAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE SO DESPERATE TO BE ON MY BLOG! HAHAHAHHA!
Lol, I just HAD to post that one first =P
"Its a vicious circle that goes round and round and keeps on circling."
I still don't remember the other one =P
Sunday, February 1, 2009
I posses a sharp and keen intellect. My mind is my primary weapon.
Strong willed, nothing can keep me down. My energy can break down any wall.
I'm an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives me an intoxicating power over others.
At my worst, I'm a narcissist. Full of myself and even proud of my faults.
Stubborn and opinionated, I know what I think is right. End of discussion.
A bit of a misanthrope, I often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.
Blogthings loves me.
And the last few lines just MADE my day =D
|Resham Is Your Soulmate|
You consider Sanaa your true friend.
You know that Sidra is always thinking of you.
You'll remember Mona for the rest of your life.
You secretly think Anushay is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.
You secretly think that Beenish is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.
You secretly think that Ali is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ali changes lovers faster than underwear.
You secretly think Yasir is shy and non-confrontational. And that Yasir has a hidden internet romance.
This is so disturbing.