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*