on a day like today

on the first day, there was the stock exchange. on the second day, there was the bogus stock exchange. the third day saw the arrival of stocks quest. celebrity stocks came on the fourth day. and on day 5, there were the blog stocks. and someone bought and sold 4000 shares of MY BLOG in the last 5 days. AND they made tons of B$ (Blog Dollars) on it. my advice to you? dont invest anythyng here... thys blog will be down within a week... (as soon as i can bring myself to kill my posts... im not too sentimental, but i know im gonna feel terrible hitting that delete button). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   it's weird. how you start dreading the inevitable in lyf. thyngs like... maybe your school results. or fone calls from the boss. or 'aunty X' (*smooooooooooooooooooch*). or a day that comes every once a year, and will keep on doing so for the rest of your bleeding lyf. even if it comes once every 365 days. a crappy day, that brings crappier memories. stuff from the past you must dig into... whether you lyk it or not. a day you wish you could spend hiding under your bed, not come out till the damn thyng was over. ok wait. hang on. im a very sane, rational person. (thys line is NOT open for debate).  i dont thynk the days should be blamed for what happens during them, but really, then WHO must one point the finger at? as it approaches, i find me losing my sleep, my stomach aching, and my senses ganging up on me... telling me to pack up my bags and run... and return only once the storm has blown over.  *wails* *cut to the next scene* eid is one of those days. *cringe* taht sounds like blasphemy doesnt it? but i guess i dont mean it like that. perhaps ive never really understood the spirit of eid. in the past, as a kid, my mom and dad would take us all out, get us new clothes, id get mehndi, bangles, blah... like moronic kids, id wake up at 6 in the morning, when my dad would be going for namaz, and the day would begin with 'eidi' (nothing like money to start a day). and  then guests would start pouring in, through the day... and blah, it was a bleeding fairytale story. excuse me, but fairytales arent true are they? thats why they are "fairytales" and not somethyng on reality Tv. *cut to the next scene* nor am i one to dwell in the past. i know wishing for time to turn back, or thynking and making lists of all what id give up to change a ONE moment in history... are all futile exercises. but i cant help it can i? im only human. and yet when i thynk that, i realise, humans are god's most supreme creatures, therefore i mustnt blame my shortcomings on them human folkses.

farishta mujh ko kehnay say meri tauheen hoti hai main masjod-e-malaik hon mujhe insaan hi rehnay do

  will i ever be able to sulk, without rapping me afterwards? all i want to do, for once in my life, is to throw a tantrum WITHOUT realizing im being unreasonable. please please please please please god... pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. JUST once! 

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Quote of the day:  striped shirts and plaid pants rarely make a fashion statement

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NEWSFLASH: guess who's momma is coming to town :D she's expected in 30 minutes inshallah... see i invited her over to lahore for a visit... but umm... somehow... i...err... i forgot to mention how stifling hot it was...

WHAA! dont look at me like that... it slipped my mind! okay? and ill have you know... i spent the whole day yesterday cleaning out doxys and boggarts from the guestroom... :p all without doxicide or magic wands. Mrs. Weasley would've been proud. *cheesy grin*

fie! fie! fie! unknit thy threatening unkind brow...

i'd be seriously heartbroken about a cancelled trip... no... not postponed...but cancelled -- the soonest we pick up the threads from here would be in december -- but who knows what december will bring... so (but if it makes you feel any better, i still havent unpacked :>

but im actually so over it... for multiple reasons:

a) i never really expect anythyng to work. it's good to expect the worst, so when it does happen (and it always does), you can hold your head high and say, "i told you so!" one of life's more important lessons is: smile, tomorrow will be worse. a bit like murphey's law: if anythyng can go wrong, it will... ok... so a tour-de-escape-de-scorching-summer-heat didnt happen... but it wouldve been worse -- i couldve run out of icecream... AaAAaaarrrrGh! b) i wasnt really actually interested in going to pc bhurban... and i was dead sure that's where we wouldve ended up. c) iv been baking since :D i made an icecream pie (requires pre-purchased icecream, pre-purchased cake, and God-made fruit).  after assembly, let set for 25 minutes on top shelf of freezer (sounds professional... no?)  d) oh yeah, and most importantly, i got excellent news alhamdolillah, on the day the trip was cancelled. couldnt help but feel good...

my scholarship thyngy came in the like two hours after the trip was ... err... over... and them ppl said they'd cover ALL my expenses, and then summore :D like... you know, on-campus housing AND pocket money :D im like... so totally pre-paid. seriously, who wouldnt cheer up at that?

khair 

on D-day, slept out a 36-hour jet-lag... (happens specially on long flights you dont take), and since then, been having a blast about town.

thys is a lame-ass excuse of an update, but it's the best i can do considering my mental state. i bought me shoes i dont need; met up with an old teacher and mentally cursed myself for ever "setting aside" clay; and had a conversation with a very old friend who said i shouldnt give up anythyng i love, since i was going to die at 60 - "youre already 23 and getting there". (apparently, i skip birthdays or somat... 21, 22, 23, 26, 32, 60)

tyms like these, you know friends are priceless. you wish you could just give them away with toothpaste. ======================================================== bulleh shah gal tayun mukdi, jadon 'main' nu dillon gawanye 

a day late, a dollar short.

ok. here's the deal. we are now leaving for islamabad in 4 hours (inshallah), and the plans go somethyng like thys: there's a plan. there's a backup plan. there's another backup plan, and if none of them go, we have a plan that cant go wrong. (we come back home). we go to isloo, get there by 11ish, and drive on to murree. spend the day there, come back to isloo, spend the nite at a friend's place... they arent expecting us ;) and in the evening, call friends in lahore, who are: a) responsible for getting us booked in shangri-la, b) responsible for getting us booked in bhurban, c) responsible for getting us booked in nathiya gali. plan a: shangri-la is now the first option. it IS costing us twice as much, but one of us morons said: "god knows WHEN we'll be diong thys again." the rest of us morons agreed. so we are getting a contact to get us bookings, discounts, and a flight to shangri-la. NO ONE knows WHAT we'll be doing once we ... get there. plan b: everyone but me seems to be in favour of "chilling out" in bhurban. blah blah beautiful... blah blah scenery... blah blah relaxing... *yawn* look. if you want to SLEEP, stay home. i really dont see the point of going on a holiday and seeing thyngs youve seen before -- one hundred and thirty-four billion tyms. but it's a plan. hopefully, they WONT get a room there, considering the peak tourist season and the fact that it's a weekend. fun fact: did you know PC bhurban has a disco? called muddy's. Rs 500/couple. but hush! you didnt hear it from me. oh! and Marriot islamabad has a disco too :> how do I know... you ask?been there, done that ;) plan c: hopefully, bhurban will NOT be an option, and nathiya gali seems like the last resort. im o-k with that. i mean, ok, so ive been there, but chairlifts @ patriiyata and trekking are ALWAYS fun. except i dont thynk ill have a pardner since the people im going with want to 'relax'. meaning sleep till the afternoon, and then perhaps sleep summore. oh blah! plan d: if none of the above happen, we chillax in isloo, taking day trips to murree, nathya gali and bhurban. have tikkas from peer suhawa, hunt pigs in margalla hills. there are a lot of pigs in islamabad. most come from the margalla hills, but those in the National Assembly come from all over the country. someone said: after all is said and done, along comes a man who wants to know what happened. ladies and gentleman. i am that man. i mean proverbially speaking of course. wish me g'luck, and a fun trip. to where-ever it is i go. ill send you a postcard when i get there!

The far pavilions and the far-fetched plans

ive got 5 tickets booked for skardu, no money, no reservations, and a holiday plan so half-baked its criable. ok criable isnt even a (legitimate) word, but when youve been up all night making travel plans that wont get you 3 kilometers out of lahore, somethyng's wrong. here's how it started: my sister has been screaming for 7 years now... for a trip to murree. except the last we went to murree was 12 years ago, and really, ever since, there has been no wish what-so-ever to go back. bness shall tell you why! yeah anyways, so the five of us sat down to chalk out a plan that would take us to murree and back in little tym and even less money. here's how we started: Plan1: july 23: leave lahore at 6pm, stay the nite in islamabad, go on to murree the next morning, move on to bhurban, spend two nites there (visit patriyata, nathiya gali) and be back in lahore by july 26. only i objected, cuz a) bhurban is a shitty place to go to, and if it's all about chilling out at an obscenely expensive (and the only) 4.5 star hotel in pakistan, we can rent a room right here in lahore. and b) ive been there, and its much ado about nothing. Plan2: so the intelligent ones amongst us realised the futility of THAT plan, and decided we should instead, on July 23: leave lahore at 6pm, stay the nite in islamabad, and drive on to Naaran. that's all really pretty, but thys IS the peak tourist season, and despite the fact that "a friend" owns the top hotel in the valley, reservations is slightly... impossible. i have no problems with sleeping on a glacier (i have a sleeping bag), but i thynk there's only so much adventure others can take. besides, transportation would have been a problem. my car is too small, my brother's is a vintage and we dont take it out of the city, and the friend who we are supposed to be going with insists his automatic wont survive the mountains. plan3: there was only one thyng left to do. you have the ground facts: we leave lahore on July 23 at 6pm, come hell or high waters (or landslides, since the monsoons have set in), and we drive to the capital city. where do you go from there? since confucius said "all roads lead to china," we figured it was best to take his advice. (im not sure if he really said that... but someone did, and he seems smart enuff... therefore all men are aristotle) so anyways after a night of deliberations and underage jirga, we decided gilgit was more feasable. considering how after flying there first class and booking (upon discovering) a (non ac) HEATED room (with tempratures going as high as -5 degrees celcius), we would have exactly enuff cash left to starve. and then the fact that flights to gilgit/skardu are subject to weather. we may get there when we plan to, may not be able to get back as soon as we want to. in that case, we shall have the options of either eating, or sleeping under a roof. im trying to convince these people fasting is fun. specially in snow covered peaks where tempartures drop obscenely at night, and the sun doesnt rise until 8am (my kinda place). im supposed to be picking up the tickets from the travel agent in two hours. but *yawn*. i dont *yawn* thynk itll be worth it. after visiting the entire country from right there in my lounge, EVERYONE has gone to bed and wont be up until late in the evening. way past after we are supposed to be in isloo. then there is the packing. and oh yeah, the money. oh! im sorry... did someone say "reservations?" what. reservations. chances of my being in the land of the prezzie by nightfall are slim. slimmer if i go to sleep now. *yawn* and im tres sleepy. but the planning part was fun. and dreaming was funner. but what topped the list was the knowledge that the PIA people shall be waiting for us at the Isloo airport. 0930 hours July 24, 2004. muhahawha! as for murree... oh blast! who cares.

tomatoes and the two cities

there is no joy like the joy of finding a gum wrapper that says "you are beautiful". yes. one needs reassurance. 24/7. anyways, so i was out with my mom getting groceries, and she almost fainted once she saw the price of tomatoes... "OMG! what happened to the tomatoes? theyve gone up 200%!" "well ma'am," said the vegetable guy, "we are purchasing them at these rates. See, we get the tomatoes from Wana, and the whole fighting going on there, with the afghan warlords giving themselves up, the prices have also risen." "umm... wait," i said. "so you are telling me, Afghan warlords are growing tomatoes in wana? "is thys it? is thys the end of tomatoes?" batman narrator voice: "stay tuned to find out!!!" in other news, i was going thru my journals of yore. yeah, yeah! like all 16-year-old hysterical females, i too had a "dear diary". if i were to summarize the contents, they would go somethyng like thys: whine, whine, whine, 'life sux' whine, whine, 'why me god?' whine, whine... i seriously couldnt sit thru the whole thyng and decided i didnt really WANT to know the person i was at 16. if i met someone like that NOW, i'd umm... shoot them :) those thyngs im burning as soon as i learn to strike a match. but one of the more interesting events i wrote about was a 'chess match' i won. on a trip to kashmir with my college friends, thys guy challenged me to a match. i being me, agreed. a) because i rather enjoy looking like a fool, and b) i usually never stop long enuff to consider the consequences of my actions. (that's never important) he had previously played 6 matches and was on a winning streak. the only thyng i knew about chess was that the horsey-piecy is called a knight. and the queen is the taller guy. that, and my brother was captain of his college chess team two years in a row. so anyways we sat down to a match, and as prophesized (rather ominously) by myself, i began losing pieces left right and center. it was like an out of body experience. as if i had floated out of my body and could see my pieces being lifted off the chequered board, from way up in the sky. a white light beckoned at the end of the tunnel. not one to give up without a fight, i... umm... well... erm... fought back. duh. "i remember it clearly now" soon the board was almost clear of both our pieces. i was left with three, and he four or five. i checked his king. he checked mine. i figured, the only dignified way out of thys was the stale mate. so i began working for that. move king, get checked, move again, get checked. as thys line of action ensued, we gathered quite a crowd. and then one genius called out: "woman, his king is facing a mate. look at your bishop and pawn." ummm...they have? 0_0 lol! whaddya know! THEY HAVE! I WIN! I WIN! I WIN! I WIN! *fireworks* muhahawhawhahawha. na na na na na na! i gave up chess after that. i mean, dude, i dont got the brains for it, and it's always cool to quit while yer ahead. besides, (unintentionally) beating the college champ at his game is no small feat. anyways, chess is for smart people. there's only so many games one can win thru sheer luck (and stupidity). (^.^)

Kutchaaaaaaaaa!

thys is what they say when me takes the ashton kutcher quiz. *cringe* i admit it! im a fan. *double cringe* look! i really like That 70s Show... i thynk it's f.u.n.n.y... ok? and i got the result i wanted :D but no, i dont like demi moore :p so there.

driven

last night as i was driving home with my mom and my sister, these four guys started... well... acting weird (for the lack of a better word), and sorta freaked my mom out. (it was well after midnight) anyways, i told her to chill... "mom, they're just a bunch of guys out having fun..." -- not that i approved of their antics, but i had the options of: a) driving - with my wits intact, b) driving - with my wits shaky and two hysterical females on my hands, or c) losing my temper and banging my car into the bigger, older one that carried the culprits. (thats always a good option, but then you have to pay for car damage) i chose option a, which was all good, since the nice boys waved us goodbye before driving off in another direction. ive noticed men tend to thynk women out of doors after sunset are... morally challenged... or whatever. there were tyms i'd be held back at work, and on the way home after 11, i ALWAYS had to put up with all kinds of looks, gestures, and escorts who felt it their duty to see me safely off home... and i DO appreciate their good intentions. id avoid the first two by digging in my nose while waiting for signals to turn green. and i tell you folkses it works like a charm.   but there HAVE been times ive been driven over the edge (no pun intended).

like thys one tym (american pie style?), i was coming home, and thys self proclaimed romeo tried to give me his number. and he chose to do thys by blocking my car. i ignored him, backed my car, turned into the enclave i live in (it's a pretty small residential area with like 150 or so houses). and he followed me in. and he followed and he followed and he followed. there was NO way i was going to take him home, so what i did instead was that i began circling the area...

unfortunately for him, i had credit in my cell, i picked it up, called my brother and told him to "get the hell out of the house, there is thys ******* following me... kill the ******!". it seriously WAS the guy's bad day, cuz i also spotted a group of guys, a few of whom were close friends, and led him straight to that group. hawr har har.

you dont even want to know what happened after that. i got home safe, and once my brother DID get back in, he told me sternly never to involve him in such a situation again... "you'll get some poor soul killed by me." oh fine! if your sister's honour means nothing to you. hmph :/ and my mom? my mom said: "beta, had you just taken the number from him, none of thys wouldve happened!" umm... hello? oh yeah! and she said: "it mustve been that hat you were wearing, how many tyms must i tell you not to leave the house wearing hats." oh bother!

then thys other tym, there was another car (a new verrry fast, one verrrrrrry amazing one, and i admit the guys in it were cute). but there were four of them this time. and i was alone, it was kinda late and i had absolutely no credit in my fone. and then i seriously couldnt get rid of them... to the extent that i actually became nervous.

what does a girl do in such a situation? she goes to the cops :D i used to pass the chief minister's house on my way home, and that place is crawling with security. so... all i had to do was, stop my car smack in the middle of the road right in front of the CM's house. if you pull a similar (read: stupid) stunt, the cops can kill you :)... but they saw a girl, being chased by a silver XXX, screeching to a halt... a couple of law's guardians rushed up to me and asked if i was in trouble. the other car obviously ran off, and i didnt bother getting the number cuz it wasnt worth it, but i was so proud of me. :) ofcourse the minute i got home, i called my police uncle and asked him to get me tinted glassed in my car... for "security reasons".

the experience was pretty harrowing. and i didnt bother disclosing it to my folks for three days, cuz i knew they'd flip, id get banned from coming home by myself, and i'd have to switch cars with my brother. so i confided in F instead.

now F is ultra cool. (that's all you need to know about her).

and a couple of days later, she had a better story to tell."you know when you told me about those four guys n all?" i was like.. "yeah? woman, what have you been doing?" so she narrated her tale:

'i was going home last nite, and these two guys started following me... they followed and followed and followed until i was almost home... and i had that thyng in mind when you had said you didnt wanna lead a guy to your house ... so pretty close to my place, i swerved my car in the middle of the road, until it was parked horizontally, switched off the engine and got out. those guys had nowhere to go and they were probably like thynking... "what's thys woman doing?"

"so i walked up to their car, slammed my fist on the windshield and shouted 'what the **** do you thynk you are doing?'"

i stopped her half way to double check facts. Q: you got out of your car? A: yes *grin* Q: you switched off your engine? A: yes *bigger grin*  Q: you walked up to their car? A: yes *bigger grin gets wider* Q: did you even for a minute stop to consider what you were doing? A: ummm *bigger grin starts to shrink* Q: do you realize they could have pulled you in the car had they wanted and driven off with you? A: ummm *grin wiped off face* "but they ran off," F said, by way of explanation.

she swears they ran off. and she swears i served as an inspiration in the whole drama. *sigh* i swear i have never tried to inspire stupidity in people. i guess it comes naturally to me.

bored beyond tears

as of late, ive been as interesting as a blank screen... and as eventful as a box of (original) pringles - with no special offers. ive been feeding me trash outta the idiot box (just finished the Pooh movie). on top of which, i've had so much tym on my hands, ive started to miss college life (whaa? who me?) AND my friends. most of whom are married, in the process of getting married... or so pregnant...it's unbelievable. anyways, TLOTR: Fellowship of the Ring is the bestest of all of them... even if it's every minute of the three hours it was supposed to be. im bored, im whiney, and i have nothing remotely intelligent to say. so go away. come again another day.

"I thought you were BLOODY DEAD!" "you set my heart (and house) on fire!" creased map caused wobbly roads. ahan. and i'm finally going for the MBA. (no links here)

walled in. kept out.
the green line is the green line. duh! the black line is the 'proposed' wall. the red is the land 'lost' by the wall. man! thys sounds like somet outta tuh dark ages,   "It's a wall, and it's illegal - and dangerous" is an article that appeared in the international herald tribune yesterday. it's written in simple english, and i seriously hope everyone reads it. here is an equally informative article by Ann Petter, an american journalist who went to israel to protest against building the wall... except the lady was thrown in prison the day she landed, and was announced a security threat to the country. i'm quoting somethyng i got in email today:

On Friday, July 9, the World Court ruled that the Wall built well inside Palestinian Territories must come down. The Wall that Israel is building looms 26 feet high in places and already snakes close to 100 miles through villages and farmlands of the West Bank. July 2004 marks the start of the 3rd year of construction on this complex series of electronic fences and concrete walls which is ripping its way through Palestinian lands at an ever-increasing pace. Beginning in the northern part of the West Bank, the first phase of the project is complete and 200,000 people living in the area have been directly affected by the Wall, with 3,670 acres of land razed for the Wall's footprint. Within this first phase, 16 villages and 30,000 acres west of the Wall have been de facto annexed to Israel and some 50 villages are separated from their lands. Israel has confiscated 36 groundwater wells in this area well know for its agricultural value and has uprooted some 102,000 trees. The first phase also saw massive demolitions; for example, over 200 shops in the northwest village of Nazlet Issa were destroyed in a single afternoon. Now, a 26 foot high concrete Wall runs through the land where the market once stood.

architechture has been used since time immemorial by the rulers to establish their "presence" in the active imagination of their subjects. the pharaohs built the pyramids, the ottomans built the blue mosque, and turned the hagia sofia into a mosque. Qutbuddin Aibak built the Qutb minar (using materials from razed hindu temples) and shah jehan built the taj mehal. the idea wasnt ever to construct "pretty buildings"... it was psychological subjugation. the bigger better and stronger buildings represented their patrons. the fact is, this wall will hardly keep out insurgents. where there is the will, theres the way. and imposed boundaries and curfews always piss people off. the wall isnt even going to make israel any more secure. what it WILL do, is create another generation born and bred in hatered. the children who will play in the shadow of the wall will not be intimidated by it's size. each day they will vow to bring the wall down. at all costs. and fer sure it will create MORE suicide bombers. the palestinians who now believe peace may be procured thru peaceful means, will stop doing that. you just can create barricades around a people because it suits your bloody fancy. "take what you want,' said god, 'and then pay for it." need visual assistance to imagine what a 100 mile long 26' high wall looks like? see here. or here. or here. or here. or here. or google "west bank wall".

forgive me, im being unforgivably lazy. *yawn* but the Butler report is out... (here is the full text, which i havent read meself) but blair was questioned in the parliament, and while he proved to be a smarter politician by skipping around the key questions, one would expect him to face the issues head on. issues like whether the september 2002 dossier had been "sexed-up" to win support of the House, and the country at large. but 'twas (the parliament proceedings) a funny show over all, and i give it 8/10, if only in terms of the entertainment value. read more here: blair's lost credibility blair defiant over war decision the blair witch analysis im gonna go back to sleep. it's only 10am.

goooooooooooooooooooooo dooooooood!  CRUSH: Dude. MARLIN: Ooh... CRUSH: Dude. Focus, dude. Dude. MARLIN: Ooooh... CRUSH: Oh, he lives! Hey, dude! MARLIN: Ooooh..what happened? CRUSH: Oh, saw the whole thing, dude. First you were like, 'whoa'! And then we were all like, 'whoa'! And then you were like, 'whoa'. MARLIN: What're you talking about? CRUSH: You, mini-man. Takin' on the jellies. You got serious thrill issues, dude. MARLIN: Ooh. CRUSH: Awesome. MARLIN: Ooh..ooh, my stomach. Ooooh.. CRUSH: Oh, man. No hurlin' on the shell, dude, okay, just waxed it. MARLIN: So Mr. Turtle... CRUSH: Whoa, dude. Mr. Turtle is my father. Name's Crush. MARLIN: Crush? Really? Okay Crush, listen I need to get to the East Australian Current. EAC? CRUSH: Ha ha ha, dude, ha ha, you're ridin' it, dude! Check it out! Grab shell, dude! Crush is my new hero... dude. read the rest of Finding Nemo script here. or ask me to email it to you. im memorising it just in case i ever meet crush... he'll be impressed when he sees i know all his lines.

we saws thys weird question/answer session type thyngy on hijabified's blog. in school, we used to have these umm... "slam books" or opinion books or whatever the damn thyngs were called. being a moron that i am, i felt like answering some of the questions. here goes nothing: 1. What do you think about flag burning? i thynk that's when it's on fire. 2. Is it ok to cuss? only for gurls. 3. What's your favorite candy? umm.like ONE favoirite? ice cream??? 4. Do you keep up on current events? how current? 5. Do you get enough vacation? define enough. 6. What is most important to you? in terms of what? 7. Do you collect anything? keychains. 8. Is there too much media violence? Yes. 9. Is it right to spank a kid? only if it's someone elses. 10. What do you think about plastic surgery? that's exactly what it is. 11. What's your favorite car? is this question legal? 12. What do you think is the biggest issue teens today face? their parents. 13. If someone handed you 500 bucks what would you do with it? plant it. feed it fertilizer. give it enuff sun. grow a money tree out of it. 14. Creation of Evolution? dictoinary.com 15. Can you name the leader of Cuba? fidel castro 16. What are you doing after graduation? ive been doing it for 7 months now, and i dont really know what it is. 17. After high school, where will you live? freespirit-street bohemia-town utopia 18. favorite accessory? my sense of humour. but someone stole it. 19. Which body part would you really pierce? eyebrow. nose. toenails. 20. Which celebrity has style in your opinion? george clooney 21. Ever been to a live concert? once. the other once doesnt count. 22. Did you keep your New Year's Resolution? i dont resolute on new year. 23. How do you feel about the Napster issue? im indifferent. but i want my audiogalaxy back. 24. What would be your dream vacation? around the world in 365 days and rolling. 25. Have you ever had a summer fling? who me? 0_0 26. Do you pay attention to the Stock Market? yes. im planning to own the LSE one of these days. and i dont mean the one in lahore. 27. favorite drinks? (ok i cheated on thys question... they asked for 1 fav.) fresh orange juice. a pina colada. meethi lassi. 28. What makes you like a commercial the most? when it's spontaneous, outtadabox, and just bloody brilliant. 29. What do you typically eat for breakfast? people. 30. Do you read self-help books (Chicken Soup, etc.)? i read 7 habits of highly effective teens. it was a "gift". 31. Do you think teens should be restricted from buying certain things? sure. now that im not one of them. 32. What do you think about amusement parks? there aint enuff. 33. Do you like roller coasters? in a creepy way. 34. If you saw The Grinch, what did you think? *ugh!* 35. Do you play video games? epa eepa andalay andalay areeba areeba! 36. Have you ever beat a game? aladdin 37. Do you enjoy cooking? what sort of a question is that? 38. Do you pay attention to how healthy you eat? been there, didnt like what i saw, never went there again. 39. What couldn't you live without? my space. 40. How long do you talk on the phone each day? 3 minutes 37.94 seconds. on average. 41. What kind of grades do you get? depends on my mood. anythyng from an A+ to an X (i bunked that exam). 42. Should the legal age of drinking be changed to 18? would it make a difference? 43. Have Aliens visited Earth? and they should, because? 44. Do you smoke? and you should care, because? 45. do you have a life? i just answered 45 questions of no importance to me, my mom, or my baker's cat. thynk, sherlock! thynk!

my mom is sooooo cool. my mom just got into Phd school. thats like... deeper than the grad pool. (the last line isnt supposed to make sense. it's just supposed to rhyme). linkin park's in the end is supposed to make sense. umm... and baji, brando DIDNT die pennyless. mu ha.ha.ha. while we are discussing intellectuality, chk thys out. and i was reading PC myths. thys one was SO kewl. Windows' Japanese edition uses haiku error messages. We have a yen for this legend, which claims that rather than offering the cryptic error messages Windows displays for English readers, Japanese editions use calming haiku poems, such as this one (our favorite): Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that. Sadly, such messages are fictional. The list of haiku messages circulating on the Internet is culled from a 1998 contest organized by Salon, an online magazine, which challenged readers to come up with error messages in haiku form. Salon received more than 200 entries from which it picked two winners: Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. and Everything is gone; Your life's work has been destroyed. Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?

im not a change person. when i have accidents with my blog template, and im forced to use makeshift ones, i dont visit my blog. cuz it's not the layout i know. not a layout im familiar with. until my white animal rescues me. similarly, i know my car. i know how to work it. how it's brakes dont work, or what sound is coming from the front-right shock, or the left bearing... so everytym my bro borrows my car, i hear new sounds. unfamiliar sounds. sounds that were previously not there; and NO, it's NOT my mind playing tricks. i dont like experimenting, unless i know what the result will be, and i'm only ever impulsive once ive considered all pros and cons of the actions. (except ive been told often enough, i dont thynk b4 i spk. oh yeah. i categorically deny being a control freak. we dine out a lot, cuz thats the only way we can spend some quality family time. we go there, there, there, there, there or there, depending on if we want oriental, desi-oriental, purely-desi, or fast food... or fast-food with a desi touch. and i have my regulars at all them places. "a pina colada before dinner, and bring a fresh-lime with soda with the food." (needless to say, the pina colada is non-alcoholic). but of late, ive been...umm..."restless". as a result, one fine day, i ordered the "boston smoked dreams" at the city's favourite eatery. and for 12-times the price, i "enjoyed" a meal of "paratha kebabs". in another hotel, i ordered the "classic bolognese". i got "pasta sprinkled with parsley", served with "meat sauce" and "parmesan cheese". ugh. my mom makes "spaghetti with mince" 379 times better. i also tried my hand at "thai food". asked for a snazzy looking dish garnished with 150 spices... nutmeg, oregano, blablah blah blablabla. i got chicken with SKIN. can i PLEASE just have that boring old chicken cheese burger with extra cheese? it makes life less miserable. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- either yer with us... or yer not. we're building and burning down love. fields of gold. say friggin' whaa? slow swimmers. empire trade tower of china. pouring rain. hungry kia? Buffet kha ;) i dream of an entrepreneur. hogs and dogs - best mates. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- the unspeakable: "I won't be writing a song about this one." -- David Bowie, who underwent emergency heart surgery for a blocked artery and is now recovering. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- p.s. iraq intelligence(?) reports were not so intelligent after all.

Q: what day is it? ugh! i just asked someone that. they said it was thursday. then i asked the tym. they said on your side of the world - it's 8pm. then i remembered i have all that information on the bottom right corner of my monitor. ugh! it's so wrong. me folks and i were out till 5 am. i slept at 6 am. i woke up at 8am, 10am, 3pm, and then finally at 3.30 pm. it's like you wake up once you get tired of sleeping, you look at the tym... have you had 8 hours of sleep? no? close yer eyes, and it's back to dreamland. *yawn* the problem though, is that there is no guarantee you will be 'fresh' and 'wide awake' once youve slept for 8 hours. if yer anythyng like me, 3 cups of chai would do you absolutely no good, and your head will be lolling from one side to the other. *head lolls from one side to the other* you'll also be seeing fuzzy, and wont have strength to blog. take it from someone who's been there, done that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ newsflash: you can use thys link to send text messages. the were free to begin with, started charging (thats when i quit signing in, and gave my login to a friend) and now theyve gone free again. the world keeps spinnin around ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ p.s i bought me these colour pencils yesterday (the watercolour pencils right at the bottom). thys would be my next purchase. oh darn it! i forgot the sketch book. now imna haveta use the walls. again.

Pink is how we do it! Models wear creations by British fashion designer John Galliano for Christian Dior during his fall winter 2004-2005 Haute Couture fashion show in Paris.  
and zis is ze guy behind all that pink. British fashion designer John Galliano. nice hat :p  
muhahaha! and zis, iz ze new BMW M5. so. who's sending me one? 

real life situation: my friend was telling us about his 6-year-old brother, who is REALLY bad with books. he ratt-o-fies (rote learns) everythyng, and can actually not make sense of too many words on their own. one day, his mom decides to show him off to guests. the lady says: "ok beta, show them how you spell BLACK" "R-E-D," he proudly announces for everyone. that's showing them, innit? my spellings werent half as cool. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- hi. i have a family. 0_0 surprised? i was too, when i met them after seeking unemployment. i havent really been aware of thys particular aspect of my life, and now im wondering if that was a good thyng. lets see. in the last three years, my home has been more of a place where i slept, ate, and basically crashed at, while i lived at work and college. and now that ive met my family again, im at a loss as to what to do with them. i really have had virtually none or very little contact with them in the past two years. ive been in college, and working round the clock... and somehow, that little thyng called family just never measured up to fit in as a priority. of the few people ive met recently, allow me to introduce you to my 13-yr-old sister. the only thyng we have in common is "good-looking guys". (but even those we end up arguing over.) me: "oh come on! he was such a sissy" her:"shut up!" me:"that guy was a luzah! nyah na na na nyah na" her:"shut up you moron!!!" meanwhile, mom is getting scandalized from the conversation, i realise i come across as a 13-yr-old, but it IS so much fun bugging her. and anyways, i obviously dont approve of her falling for guys my age. if you know what i mean. 0_0 then i seem to have a problem with everythyng she does, which includes the MIRC, 3-hour-telephone sessions 4 times a day, and expensive hair treatments. she, on the other hand, thynks im a "freak of nature." and that was one of the nicest thoughts. at thys point, im willing to write to oprah. dear oprah, how do you communicate with a rotten spoilt brat of a sibling who has just entered her teens? lurv, soul sistah. we have completely opposite tastes in music (she listens to christina aguilera and avril lavinge) and i've completely banned her from listening to eminem. that stuff is NOT FOR KIDS. she insists on her own windows login (with password), wont let me near her closet, and will not allow anyone to touch her cellfone. she isnt into studying, and wants to pursue fashion or arts as a career. then she makes me do her homework. "area of sector is theta x pi x r(square)." "length of sector arc is theta x pi x 2r." she makes me read her literature books, and tell her the "jist" of the stories. and thats how she passes her exams. blah! i tell you! in my days, no one spoon-fed us. we had to walk 15 miles in hail, storm or sunshine to get a decent education... umm no that wasnt me, but i'd really like to tell her a similar story. now, none of thys stuff was a problem before, but as of late, ive been witnessing it round the clock. if you know what i mean. really, the kid is a handful, and i dont know what to do with her. yet she is the CUTEST kid i know, (and thys is not a biased opinion), has a great heart, and has never lied. and thats on the record. yeah she has opinions... but whenever was the world to conform to my beliefs? the problem is, i dont know if it's a generation gap, or im getting too old, but i tell you! some of her ideas are just too young for my taste. or maybe its just that ive forgotten how to be a kid. and that was somethyn i promised myself id never do.

hemlock 101: so buggers, ive survived 100 posts in blogsville/blogistan. and now it's begining to give me a headache :D or it's thys movie i saw. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- thys was my last day's work. exceptionally purty pikchurs, if i say so myself. * age * fire * soccer cub ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- rdb. i was listening to an album of theirs for a whole year, b4 it melted in my car and had to be thrown away. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- as for my days, no one couldve said it better than pink floyd himself. Lost in thought and lost in time While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted Outside the rain fell dark and slow While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the moment had arrived For killing the past and coming back to life

my blog is messed up again, cuz i seriously have nothing better to do with my time any more. *big grin* therefore, ignore donkey's picture that seems to have posted itself up twice, although as he IS so cute, it's really ok. ---------------------------------------------------------------------
whaddya got... brando  in other news, i have to throw a tantrum. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!! BRANDO IS DEAD! THE GODFATHER, THE GODFATHER II, THE GODFATHER III, is dead! (ok actually, umm, he only appeared in the first movie :p) shit! im having a complete hearattack here... don corleone.... sonnday, monnday, toosday... ooooooooooh man! *breaks down* im too much in shock to write an obituary. read the reuters story i linked instead.

isnt that the greatest ass youve ever seen? 

one is still reeling from the czech-greece match they saw over 8 hours ago. greece won, but what a game it was. one had almost dozed off after 93 + 14 minutes of play... one said to one's brother "wake me up if there is a goal"... and the words werent out of one's mouth when the olympians struck... i swear the team has unofficial help from mythological creatures riding chariots of fire. there is NO OTHER WAY except the work of meddling deities that can explain what's been happening in porto's football fields. the results have been unexpected, and unpredictable to say the least. here is what happened. blue team is playing white team, white team has average height of 6'+ cuz they own a small giant Koller who is 6' 8"... blue team has players with names like Giannakopoulos, metropolis, necropolis... its a crazy game, the czechs BY FAR a superior side, impeccable attack, impenetrable defence... but what happens? as the game proceeds, and the czechs cant seem to score a goal, the greeks gain confidence... and once the game goes into extra time, the greeks score... IN THE LAST MINUTE of the first half. and it's over. the fact is, the ACTUAL coming out-on-top of the underdog is so unpredictable...he himself cant believe it. definitely the worst part was the disappointment on the face of the czech supporter. i mean get this... it was an 80-1 win. that's big. what next? the greeks have actually "shown" it to the world. they have proved EACH and EVERY football pundit wrong. they were supposed to be out in the preliminaries, then in the quarters, then in the semis...the punks are in the finals man... thys promises to be ONE good game. on the other hand, we have portugal. home crowd, home ground, and a team that has been playing as one. holland was supposed to be a favourite, but the fact is, they sucked. they put up NO fight against portugal, which proved to be a better team... their play, their coordination, figo... the own goal??? but in all reality, it was a treat to watch. so who is taking home euro 2004? i dont know. id give an arm and a leg to go watch the finals, but someone said i shouldnt cuz "there are too many hooligans in the crowd." me being the good girl that i am, dropped all plans. which was a good thyng since i hadnt booked into a hotel. :p ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ION, while one was watching the match one's mom said: youve quit DT havent you? one: *cringe* ji mom: you could have mentioned one: *cringe! cringe* yeah, mom i would've it's just-- mom (hurt): im not stupid you know one: *CRINGGGGGGGGGEEEE* amma you know thats not it! you just tend to get tense... and then it's difficult to tell you stuff- mom (martyred voice): you are old enuff to make yer own decisions you know, you know what's best for you. one: *CRINGGGGGGGGGEEEE!CRINGGGGGGGGGEEEE!CRINGGGGGGGGGEEEE* let's go for icecream. *cringe* ------------------------------------------------------------------------- shrek two was on the other day. one's mom didnt let one watch it. one's mom was watching cartoons in the national assembly of pakistan. one wants to turn back time. one is also hungry. one thynks one shall go get some food. one also thynks they need to start baking again. now that one isnt working. *shrugs* one is becoming domesticatedier by the day