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I’m down with a bad case of diarrgoea. and I mean BAD. My mum keeps me high on ORS. i do one packet a day. What’s the point when it all just.. lets drop the technicalities, shall we. So yeah. Add to that the tension of school reopening in a week. it’s too soon. My [...]
Okay, so I’m always playing Call of Duty, right? Yes the virtual blood is very much intoxicating. Ahem, Yes. So anyway today I got to this particularly annoying/manhoos level which was bugging the crap outta me, and before I got any wee bit sick of this beloved game I decided I needed a break. A [...]
“Miss Fiza ne aik hi cap pehen pehen kar kharab kar di..”
“Miss Fiza ne chalangein mar mar kar zameen tor di..”
were the references made to me by the Beloved Students of TCF at the Farewell Ceremony today. Apart from speeches, certificates, mili-naghmas, and all o’ that, two girls got together a sarcastic news telecaste thing, [...]
Or “Zombie/Dead Breathing Body” is a Title given to me by my cousins at our get-togethers. My friend’s would disagree with that. Really, really disagree. And now so would one of my cousins.
Couple of days back, a cousin accompanied my sister and me to TCF. She refused to go the next day as well due [...]
For some reason, all the injuries I’ve ever obtained, at least the ones I remember, have been on my knees and elbows. Yes, It’s the most vulnerable point when you fall blah blah, but seriously. people get hurt on their faces/arms/LEGS even. But mine, the joints and nothing else. And it sucks because even the [...]
So this weekend was spent at my Khala’s house, who was to leave, and now has already left, for Chicago. The weeping/howling-goodbyes-followed-by-more-weeping/howling-goodbyes-at-the-airport-itself is a ritual much fanatically followed by Khatri families. Personally, I don’t particularly enjoy trips to the airport, dropping off people and waving from the relatively close customs place inside till you can wave [...]
It usually happens in the summers. The torment and agitation comes back to me. In bits, at first. Then it starts gathering substance, more mass. It builds up. As it builds up it weighs me down. Putting more and more pressure each time. Until it’s a frikkin load on my shoulders, unbearable, unwanted, its presence occupying [...]
head over to http://arataster.wordpress.com/2008/06/19/disillusioned/ ya’all. This is.. interesting.
So this guy claims to be present at the movie. and claims the shirt was white. Which says, what, that I sat down and editted the picture on photoshop? I’d like to believe I have that amazing skills [yes I suck that bad].
He/She/It got the details right. But still. It [...]
The idea of keeping pets [REAL PETS, like cats/dogs, well cats mostly since dogs need gardens and huge spaces which ain't available in our apartment, not stupid birds or parrots which pointlessly chirp away in that annoying manner, mate, and eventually die] has often been expressed in my house by me/my sister/my brother/even my little [...]
You know how dreams are supposed to mean something/help you figure out something you can’t? well most of the time I don’t remember my dreams. And when i do, they’re all senseless bullshit like someone marrying someone for his money and is about to kill him but then i find out and save the guy [...]
Me to Sadia: I’ve seen it. I can ruin it for you *gleeful*
Skirtie to Me: I haven’t, but I can still ruin it for you..
me: .. *shrinks*
I hate people who make sexual references to everything. Sniff.
okay, as my readers may have noticed, I happen to be a fan of My Chemical Romance. ahem. So here’s a little interesting something about the band [you'll love this even if you hate the band, trust me.]
lead singer Gerard Way, and rythm guitarist Frank Iero have a fictitios gay thing going for each other. [...]
Today was the first teaching day at TCF. We got to the PAF Chapter, our Point ^^, and looked for the van with our names on it. got in, drove to Summar Goth. 14 of us. Divided two each into seven classes. I speak in short concise phrases because I am shit exhausted. Yes, it [...]
