Finally, a test match, where reaching a result will be inevitable.
Rest assured, every one of those people, who actually paid money to watch a Pak vs India test match being held after 16 long years at the National Stadium, truly got their money's worth.

I must admit, however, the first over had me swearing left, right and centre. The whole picture, however, was an acceptable one. Kudos to Kamran Akmal!


And I hate each one of u who went to the Bryan Adams concert. I really don't need to know how much it rocked or how much u enjoyed it. Really, now!

argh

So I was trying to burn a movie on a DVD, and after spending enough time on looking for an easy to use software/addon/plugin, toiling around with it to figure out how it works; my darned computer crashed on me while the burning process was half way through. A total waste of time, effort and a dvd.

Not to mention, that the precious time wasted could've been utilized to its best by cramming Corporate Finance and the assignment that follows it.

The fact that I feel extremely frustrated right now goes without saying. Thank you A, for sending me this beautifully serene song. I really need it at the moment to stop hyperventilating.


Listening to: Deepak Chopra feat. Demi Moore - Desire

If anyone needs to soothe their brain cells and can't find the song, then just ask. =)

Work , work and more work. Slacking off is making me pay like it always does.

When will I learn?

OMG

ok - now this may not come around to be outrageous for some people but it pissed me off majorly. So if u think it's not that big deal then shoo off.

So, its Sunday and S and I are at home at around 7:30ish. I'm sweeping the kitchen floor and S is waiting for some people to come and pick her up. Now, S is a time freak and she does NOT like waiting at all, so she's peeping out the peephole to see if they're here yet. Suddenly, she sees this kid around 11 years old come up to our door.

S: this kid's come up to our door. He might be selling candy for charity.
Me: yeah, if its chocolate, I definitely want some.
S: (hears something strange): SHIT! he's pissing it our door!!
Me: OPEN THE DOOR AND SWEAR AT HIM!
S opens door. The kid wets his pants this time.
S: what the HELL do u think ure doing?
kid: nothing.
S: what the fuck do u mean nothing. You were pissing at our door!
kid: No, I wasnt.
S: LIAR! I saw u through the peephole. what the hell's ur name?
kid (almost shitting his pants now): I'm not telling u.
S: WHAT is ur NAME? where do u live? what kinda parents do u have. Parents who tell u to piss at others door. what the hell's wrong with u twit ?!
Meanwhile I come up with a broom in my hand.
Me: what the FUCK!? I'm calling the cops. (not meaning to of course, but I was mad pissed at that kid)
kid (ready to cry): no please dont. I'm SORRY! someone dared me to.
S: yeah ok, but we're calling the cops.
kid (SO crying): I'm sorry. I've already said it. Isn't that enough?
S: No it isnt enough. Who the hell are u pissing at our door?

S calls out to me to call the cops, the kid's in BAD shape. I tell S in urdu to tell the guy to clean his piss and we wont call the cops on him. S turns around to face me and says how do we make him clean it. By that time the kid has sprinted off. We both started laughing at his harassed expression.
Now all this time we're thinking his piss is outside. S closes the door and looks down on the floor.

S: AAAAH! That HIS piss INSIDE OUR HOUSE!
Me: NO FUCKIN WAY! BASTARD! BHENCHOD! How the fuck do we CLEAN it?!

So we're both throwing a panic attack. TOTALLY grossed out! S's ride comes and she leaves, leaving ME to attend to some unknown white kid's piss. I, for the record, have never even cleaned a bathroom. I sorta have a 'deal' with my housemates in which I clean most part of the house and in return they wash the bathroom.

Khair, in state of utter panic, I call M, narrate the whole story and ask her HOW to get the piss off, cuz I'm thinking NOTHING can disinfect that area on the floor. So anyways, with her instructions and some of my own brainstorming, while wearing gloves and using up a whole new roll of paper towel, I actually cleaned that area 3 times with vim, 3 times with another bathroom cleaner, twice with windex, twice with another disinfectant, and twice with a fabric freshner. Same goes for the door. And all this while swearing non-stop in EVERY language I know.

Anyways, moral of the story is:
If u ever see any kind of liquid at ur doorstep or even inside ur house [if u DONT have a liquid proof door like us], or if u see something sprayed outside ur door, NEVER EVER assume its just water or melted snow. ITS some random gora's PISS!! DISINFECT immediately!

celebrity twin!

Your Celebrity Style Twin is Mischa Barton

Funky, bohemian, and girly.

Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?

aright! =)

I, being the hotter of course.

I, also being the one living in denial... lol.

weekend randomness

So another week commences. Same old school, assignments, projects, 8:30 am classes. It's a bitch I tell ya. It's Monday and I'm already looking forward to the weekend, anticipating it anxiously and hoping it will be something like the last one. Super amazing.

So the weekend was a rollercoaster ride that started with tobogganing slash snow tubing with my lil' cousin, [massive adrenaline pump-up, although I must admit I was shit scared of the speed initially, and believe it or not, my 8 year old cousin was a big support in me overcoming that fear.] which later metamorphosed into an unsuccessful attempt of making a snowman, and eventually lead to a nasty snowball fight. And then, the hyper-active weekend ended with transitions between and repetitions of 'ooh, he's so fine' and 'yummyyy, I'm SO marrying him', while watching "Bluffmaster", with my other newly-turned-teen cousin.

Meeting up with family was never this rewarding. Much much younger cousins were never so much fun. And Abhishek Bachchan has never looked this HOT!

whiny

It's only after u decide to call it a day, u slip into ur comfy bed and just think for a few minutes before slumber dawns, that u start recalling things that u had just left unnoticed during the ridiculously fast-paced day.

Till date, I'd always assumed that my closest friends had the same personality and behaviours as myself; and that was the main reason we got along so well.
Today, I realised, how untrue that was.
Today, I realised how differently we all conquered sadness.
One of us just moped around the house, telling everyone else how the expressions on their faces were so blah, it was killing her. She engrossed herself in packing her clothes, shopping for last minute stuff and lying on her bed every half hour.
The other one was extra chirpy, saying she didn't wanna leave in the goofiest tone possible, watching tv, again repeating she didn't wanna leave in another even more goofier tone and so forth.
I, however, had the "if-u-come-near-me-i'll-bite-ur-head-off" expression on my face, bitched at everyone and everything possible. Blatantly refused to help with any packing or anything else for that matter. Indulged in over-eating and again bitched at how stupid everything was.

I'm sorry girls. I just didnt want u to know how upset I was at u leaving. I shall miss u much. =(