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?

"His X-rays are cleared and he will bat tomorrow," PCB Director Operations Abbas Zaidi said.
http://www.news24.com/News24/Sport/Cricket/0,,2-9-839_1843253,00.html

we might still have a chance..

Inzi is hurt!

our team is doomed I tell ya, doomed!

chocolate chip cookies, doodh patti chai and dumb-charades.

Now THAT is what I call fun times.

InZi SuPeRsTaR!

Okay, so Inzi does it again.. centuries in both innings.. he's the backbone of the team and that's been proven time and again. The team's performance can be down in the ditches, but we can still be in super high spirits "kyunke abhi inzi hai na.."

the 'healthiness', the lack of enthusiasm to run, the powerful boundaries, the team wins, the "first of all thanks to Allah" starting lines, the frequent loss of temper, the constant centuries, and all-famous duh-expression.

We LOVE u Inzi !!

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oh and as per the Rahim Shah picture I promised.. [I don't know if she'll get to see this, but I BET this can be anyone's laugh for the day..]



[no offence meant to Rahim Shah, of course =P]

Pre-Christmas Parade

a bit blurry.. but aint it pweeety?

Something I came across while browsing A Softer World:

http://www.asofterworld.com/soft_oct24_2003.htm


Sometimes words can be so touching, so sincere, so perfect... so true.

For the few people who occasionally flip through my blog..

here's a song which is absolutely a MUST listen.. Kaavish - Yeh Shaam (courtesy: Official website of Kaavish, the band)

an exceptionally well done cover to say the least..

Inzi TOTALLY deserved the benefit of doubt in the test 2, day 2 run-out.
My heart just aches when there's unfairness against Inzi.

okay, maybe that was a little too melodramatic..
but really.. he did deserve another chance..

whatever the fuckin hell..

The weekend's been eventful. From skipping a talent show I'd bought tickets for, and going on a two-day trip to another city, to my first attempt at actually playing jackpot [haan haan, jua khela..], watching the festival of lights parade [yeah, totally fascinated by dem decorated vehicles]..and ending it all perfectly with the drive-in car wash. Absolutely LOVE that 2-minute long experience with the soap flying everywhere, the HUGE ass scrubs, and the water gushing and hitting the car forcefully yet gently at the same time...

oh how I wish my life was just one long above-mentioned weekend.

actually u know what..

it's just TOUGH being a decision-maker. PERIOD.

It's really hard for u to be responsible for someone and also make sure u don't impose ur decisions on him/her.

It's also really hard for u to be responsible for money, taking care of ur ownself, doing all those things grown-ups do..

I'm so homesick.

This is to those crazy nights, good food, great music, endless dancing with numerous partners, watching the sikh guys do the sexy bhangra, looking gorgeous, and most of all, those precious moments with friends u know u'll never ever forget!

Life is just beautiful! =)

There are some days when u feel so low that u feel if u look up, only then will u get to see the down.
And then there are some u just can't get enough of.

Saturday night was A-MAZING! Thank you R, for being such a wonderful host.

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...