I feel absolutely sucky and handicapped at the moment.

Reasons for the above follow:

1. I have 2 exams lined up for the weekend, both of which I haven't studied adequately for, thanks to INADEQUATE time.
2. I'm doing absolutely NOTHING for S's birthday tomorrow, thanks to mf'kin exams and INADEQUATE time again.

Weren't exams all about testing how much one actually knew and absorbed?

Strangely, to me they seem like a tool devised by these "darned efficient academic people", to serve the purpose of frustrating a student so much that they resort to pulling their hair out [that too, on a relatively milder note].

And to think we actually PAY them for making us go through this torture...

what a bunch of sadists.

Thats it.

I've finally reached the saturation point.


Someone, please shoot me.

I absolutely ADORE Happy Bunny to bits! The sardonic remarks, the cynicism, and the cute lil bunny wonderfully complete the "contradictory" [so to say] package..
Maybe its just me and my super sarcastic sense of humour that relates to these bunnies even more, but whatever the case.. I absolutely love 'em.
And to justify my non-sensical appreciation for these bunnies, here's something I came across a little while ago..

Does Happy Bunny dislike anybody in particular??
Of course not.
It's Happy Bunny dislikes everybody.

lol..

aah, maybe I'm finally losing it.

Apparently, this is what Balakot looked like before it was... well.. "struck by the deadly disaster".

This road must've been walked on by people; the houses inhibited by families, little kids playing in the courtyards, daddies crossing the bridge to earn bread for their families, mommies cooking food.

16 days ago, Balakot was a hustling bustling town like any other.

Now... it's just a big ruin.

oh...

so this is what happens when u get addicted to caffeine...

There are some things in life that tend to affect you and your life to an unimaginable extent. The recent 8th October incident, being one of them.

Although, the limitation of having only one Pakistani channel to watch was a handicap, but the edited footage telecasted constantly had inflicted enough pain for me to think.. "ab bas, ab kuch kerna chahiye.."

The fundraiser at school went well. We raised like 3000 dollars in 2 days, standing and harassing people to donate. Going on minimal sleep, draining ourselves out, happy about atleast being able to help in some way. Insignificant as it might be.

I watch the tv again.
3000 dollars seem like a couple of rusty pennies compared to the amount actually required, compared to the amount of destruction, compared to the number of homeless.

I wish I was back home with my mommy.

I wish I could actually help.

I think I've grown up.. way too much.. WAY too soon.

I still wanna be the daddy's girl and wait for him to get home from work, with the candy bar he'd promised he would buy for me..

I still wanna be the school girl who was adamant to stay up past her bed-time until ammi would scream and threaten to never listen to anything I had to say.. ever again.

I still wanna be the young, vibrant girl, living with her parents... without a care in the world...