I love how I very stereotypically blamed the guy. It isn't his fault at all. Neither is it her fault.

Then why is Allah miyan doing this to them?

and the point of 'istikhara' is?

Someone I'm very close to, someone who I've known practically since I was born, is going through a very tough time.

I feel awful.

But I feel worse because I know I'm not there to help her get through this shit.

Words serve no purpose.

Some guys are emotionless pigs.

all I wanna say..

all I wanna say is..

a 6 run victory when Inzi wasnt even in the team.. meh..
thats like giving charity!

and umm.. James Anderson used to be cuter 4 years ago from what I can recall..

oh well.. we still won the series! :D

recap

I have been so busy the past few days. From finals to trips to major house cleaning to haircuts to some not-so-fun encounters.
Strangely though, there isnt much to blog about. It's been eventful, yet uneventful at the same time. Hence, the randomness of this post.
Pakistan's already won the series, even though the last ODI's scheduled for today. *big smiley face*
It still holds excitement though, for if Pakistan wins today's match, it gets to the rank of the 2nd best ODI team in the world. So basically, all we gotta do now is kick some aussie butt and the world cup is ours!! muahahaha..
so yeah, apart from cricket, my other major time-consuming activity's been listening to songs. Bluffmaster has amaaaaazing music, not to mention the fact that Abhishek Bachchan looks super super hot!! damn, he's one of dem "perfect guys".. *sigh*
aaaand, before I get anymore unbearably random, I should sign off. Oh, and I started a new blog, which is even more random than this post.. oh jeez, whatever, meh, and JO BHEE..

sleep...

now seems like a privilege..

that I sacrificed to the unworldly torture of academics..

so very long ago.

bitterness alert.

as if I'm not already losing my sanity, thanks to the ridiculous amount of stress I'm in due to finals..

Thank u so much for bestowing me with a guilt trip I dont quite deserve.

This is what I call perfect timing.

You, are a true friend indeed.

it TOTALLY freaks me out when fortune cookies have such accurate predictions!

this is whacked..

how the hell does a piece of paper inside a tasteless cookie know what I was thinking?