which way is left?

i dont really want to update, but my lovely asked me to, and how can i refuse her? only, i thynk i'll technically only be denying her somethyng, as opposed to not delivering, since she's asked me to be funny, and i dont know how that's done ever since the aliens took my t-shirt and all i was left with were lousy parents. *sigh* so yeah, anyways, the summers are almost here, umm... as in, when yer sitting in airconditioning, it gets cold *shivers*. i was carless for the last four-five days, and man! i tell you... that was so lyke! a tough tym in my life. it's lyke, i had to ask my brother to drive me to school and back, and i felt decapacitated (im not sure if i know what that means, so humour me). it also made me realise my brother didnt know how to drive (he's the one who taught me). so yeah, anyways, i got a car back today, and it was good to be liberated once again. i wish i could say i got my car back again, but as thyngs would have it, my status at home is slightly obscure, and i dont quite know where i stand (in respect to the cars atleast). see, two years ago, my brother got me -- what could be substituted for a soapdish -- a car that ran at all of 100km/hr, if you reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly prayed hard enough. it was white, and very nice, and had thyngs like an air-conditioner. so i worked it and worked it, until the summers came, and my family realised the car i had was air-conditioned, and the olds-mobile (i wish) they had, an heirloom my greatgreatgreatdad had bought 15 years ago, wasnt, they switched cars with me. 0_0 needless to say, i had no say in the matter. but honestly speaking, there was absolutely no comparison between the drive of the honda (oldsville 2000), and the suzuki (portable, easy-to-fold-and-carry-anywhere-in-your-handbag). so i really didnt mind the switch. i mean, there's convenience, and then there is class. and then there is class. so now, i had the family car, and the family had my car. which all makes perfect sense, like saying, umm... i update your blog, you update mine, so my blog becomes your blog, and i get your blog, and it's all really simple isnt it? until a month ago, when my brother bought another car, and i was still driving the family car, and my car (which the family was driving) was lent to an uncle who wanted a car. fair enough. except, that one fine morning, i wake up, and my car (which was the family car) was taken away from me, given to the uncle, and they took back from him my car (which was technically the family car, since they were using it) and returned it to me. now you must stop here and understand my dilemma. i dont know who's car i have. if that wasnt bad enough, i dont know where my car is. which is ironically funny, since i dont even know which car is mine. a bit like saying, which witch is which. if you know what i mean. *sings: EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT!* i was actually going to tell you about battling with two mosquitoes all the way home, but since i didnt know which car i was driving, the story sort of got derailed. which is funny, cuz even those boxes put behind railway engines are called cars. or maybe the railway engines are cars. i dont know im stupid or somethyng. like forrest gump says: "stupid is as hemlock does". anyways, a couple of my friends want me to audition for their band. they thynk i can sing :D i dont, but just the thought of audtioning is so hilarious, i thynk i'm gonna do it. who knows. i may be the next pink. or blue. or red. simply red! you be forty. remind me to tell you about the hobbit. so far, im hating it, it makes me feel like a 7-yr old. doesnt seem like tolkien.

prince charming aren't we?

so true! so true!

the issue isnt having problems. the issue is not having the solutions to those problems. and that is as simple as it gets.

de-graded

you know, when yer in a group of exceptional people, and yer just like the rest of them, yer actaully exceptionally average? that's what i learnt today, once i got my grades. we have in interesting grading system... called "relative grading". and our motto in life is "it's all relative". effectively meaning, you can stink at what you do, and still be great, as long as a certain number of ppl stink greater than you. which also simply means the system stinks :) but yeah, im only bitching cuz my grades werent all what i wanted them to be, and honestly, if im blogging about my score card at the age of 24 (and it isnt THAT type of a score card) it should tell you what a loser i am. but in all honesty, im pissed off, slightly offended even, cuz i believe i deserved better. but then i also believe i'm actually a princess and the stupid stork accidently dropped my in the wrong house... anyways, i must speak with santa about it. the good thyng is, with the sort of grades ive gotten in the last two quarters, i can now afford to goof-off. like seriously :) i can fail all five of the courses im studying right now, and i'll still get the degree, and that's just how screwed up the system is :) and you know what, that's exactly what me thynks im gonna do. you just cant win competing with smart ppl. so why not let them compete amongst themselves, and sit back and watch teh show? ;) ive had it with education. too much of it can destroy your brain as it is. and i'll have you know im extremely partial to the cotton candy i have in my cranium, thanx q.

round and round the mulberry bush

ok so im slow. (it took me four hours, eighty-six minutes and eleventeen nano seconds to type that). but you know what, i dont even feel bad about it. some three weeks after i posted (scattered) SOME of the pictures on teh net, i realised i owned a yahoo id, which was easier to keep and less messier in handling. so im going to shift the pix there, but i really dont understand why im explaining any of that to you, like it's ANY o yo business... but then i dont really have (ulterior) motives for anythyng... which, in turn, makes me drop dead adorable in my own special way... (my mom didnt gimme food tonite, so i guess it's the gases talking). anyways, so lets start at some point slightly after the begining, but way before the end -- or where the begining ended to begin the end. thys here, is the view from the hotel we were staying in. if you dont look too closely, it looks really pretty, with palm trees and a(n artificial) lake... at night you could see the lights of the shipping docks and stuff... and youd wake up in the morning with the sun glaring in your face cuz your mom would be sweet enough to pull aside the curtains, lest you were in the danger of oversleeping (on your vacation)... ok so ive spent 3 weeks cribbing about that one same thyng, but really you cant begin to understand the trauma and ordeal i went through trying to understand why i had an alarm clock wake me up at 8 EVERY FRIGGIN MORNIN while i was on H-O-L-I-D-A-Y... which is different from MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, WEEKDAY, WORKDAY... *sigh* but the windows were HUGE, and if you opened them, you could actually touch the crows circling around -- as would the distant family members of vultures... sadly, the khi pollution has tainted the crows black... in lahore, the crows are white, and we call them pigeons... thys was the sea. the picture was taken at around midnight, at thys place called clifton, and the amazing part is, you could go here during the day, and the water would still be black :p ok, so im being catty again, but industrial waste, and pollution and oil spills have spoiled thys part of the ocean, but at night, the sounds sound the same, and you cant see much, and believe you me, the experience is definitely worth it (minus the littering on the beach and fumes of oil that hit you across your face). my favourite part of the trip was hauling myself on what's known as the "Devil's wall". apparently, typical of teh pakistani phenomenon of encroachment, we didnt spare the sea either, and (relatively successful) efforts have been made to push the water back. the devil's wall is ONE of those efforts, and you have HUGE waves hit and splash the wall, and im sucker for teh noise the sea makes...any day of the week. as we sat there relaxing well after midnight, my brother and a lill (17-yr-old) friend of ours lit up smokes. so i said, "hey! no show man, how come i dont get one!" my brother's standard reply was, you can smoke if your husband allows you to (the thought was SO NOT worth a reply). but the 17-yr ol' was more patient and understanding with me, and went on to explain that on the face of it, guys would be ok with having girls smoke, but the minute those girls walk away, they would malign and assasinate their character/reputation. 0_0 i found the profound insight on malism highly enlightening (read: amusing and adorable)... heheh ah the days! when we were 17 and owned the world (: here and here are pictures i took from the railcar as it slowly swam across punjab to cut into sindh. the colours in thys world are mindblowing, subhanallah! as we moved southwards, i noticed that the greens started getting duller and duller, until there came a point when it could be classified as charcoal green, or grey green... dull and listless, a bit like dandruff-ridden hair -- that's been excessively dyed... umm... green (i dunno!). all that wasted land was due to salinity... a phenomenon i dont want to discuss in great detail, but most of sindh IS plagued either with drought*, or waterlogging and salinity... and its heart wrenching to see so much of land wasted. the fauna turns into dull shrubs and bushes, and stunted trees, if any... let these pictures (a, b, c, and d) be a testimonial to my facination with railways, railway lines, pakistan railways, and the fact that the survival of pakistan is nothing short of a miracle, given the existing infrastructure (which we have the gora sahib to thank for). like i said before, i really did enjoy the railway experience... except for the delapidated tracks :S *ouch* notice the red/yellow/orange train in the second piture ... i was like :D wow! hehe... i'd never seen rainbow express before... (or at least HALF a rainbow running on the railway tracks)... i wonder if they give special discounts for children and retards like myself. and that was a purdy lill engine stood in the middle of nowhere! and im lyke thynking... hey! what happened? you ran outta steam? ;) or was it towed all the way out into the wilderness by donkeys :p but i like railway engines!!! i've always wanted to be one myself you know... except they offer no courses in enginification in business school :p ... and finally, hyderabad railway station... the dirty brown trains are used for cargo purposes i suppose... but i caution you. if you continuously stare at the moving wheels of a train (while standing), it can make you VERY dizzy... and you just may end up falling on the tracks... while the train is moving on them ;) i almost jumped into a cargo container, btw, since the whole container was empty and i could almost squeeze into one (if i sucked in my breath), but then i thought mom wouldnt be too pleased with the idea :p (she had booked us into firstclass you see *giggles*). there's more pixchurs, but no more strength. so imna leave you with the tilts here. and contrary to popular belief, it isnt my camera that's tilted, these pictures were taken when the trucks were moving. if you were mathematically inclined, you'd probably be able to calculate and tell me what the speed of each of the trucks is (your mission, should you chose to accept...). for the rest of you, chillax and look at the purdy colours :) im off for as long as i wish to be. or as soon as i get your cheques bribing me to continue with the adventures of narnia, hemlockified. ------------------------------------------------------------- *as mentioned earlier, that's the dried up river sindh (indus--one of the five largest rivers in the world). thys yr, it had more water, than it did it two yrs ago, when i went last... see that little streak in the middle? it would reach up all the way to your ankles if you were to walk in the water :p

nestle's bottled water - God's little mercy

Ive only just gotten back from Karachi, and im not a pretty sight. In fact, im feeling serial-killerish. The thing is, see, we brought home all the shopping, but since we were only allowed so much luggage, we left our mom back in the port city. I mean it was either my clothes and stuff, or mom, and umm... You could try asking me if I had fun, but right now im so tired, I really cant come up with an intelligent answer, and if you were to wait till tomorrow, when I'd come out of the jet lag (it was a 90-minute flight) id be too diplomatic to be honest. The highlights of the trip included a chauffer, who texted me his email address only half an hour ago, and a gentleman who visited my blog "once" and "never went back," cuz he finds extensive narrations "boring". A camel gave me a smile, and I THYNK I got it on camera (we'll have to wait -- very long -- for the results), and umm... I stabbed a dead jellyfish and that was gross, (it was like umm... gelatine in a transparent polythene bag), and umm... in hemlock's expert opinion, there is absolutely no poondi in Karachi. Sorry folks, but truth hurts. Beyond that, the perception one was living under, that karachites are filthy rich, was dispelled rather rudely, because believe me, Lahore definitely has better cars and homes. It was actually disappointing to see that the only fancy shmancy cars in the city were sitting in the showrooms; and there weren't very many of those either. Blah. One seriously irksome thing about the city? It's soooo bloody massive. I mean, if the vertical growth wasn't bad enough, going from point a to point be will take ages, and lord help you if your itinerary goes something lyke "point a to point b to point c to point d". ouch. That means youll be on the road most of the day. Apparently the population of the city is 14 million, but other sources said it's 4 tyms the size of Lahore, (which is 7.5 million) so that makes it 30 million... but either ways, it's just too many ppl, too many distances, and too many buildings. Im only being bitchy cuz im seriously tired, im sure if I were to blog when I were in a better mood, id have umm... good things to say about Karachi... remember I had fun?... But umm... now is not the tym for being nice. I mean... just one week in the city, and I thought... dude! I wouldn't mind living here ... (here being two hours away from the city, in a hut on the beach, where the sea ISNT polluted with oil and industrial waste). Them karachites want to know what fascination us "foreigners" have with the sea, but the fact is, one tends to take things for granted (like we do beauty ... ;) ...). But then I think of little things, like clean air and water we have in Lahore, and I say, dude... sea vs health and happiness... ??? Lhore lhore ai!