Heh,

Tellme something.Have you ever really heard nirvana?(lol)
Once/twice.I would prefer you call me a 'paindu' than listen to nirvana.
so you listen to E.P eh?
I dont like them too,I would prefer Mohd.Rafi/ Ghulam Ali anytime.
when did I call you a paindu?
When did I say you did?


Seriously. =\

"The only way to keep you sane is to keep you busy," - Shery.
he was right there.=\

Summer camp.2005.

The Library(sanctuary)

Happy?yes the weather was good

'Babes'

summer.'Good ol' summer'

..and I will continue to censor my pics.(why the hell do I always end up with misha?

beat this.

...And finally it ends,
no
I have found my escape.

Waking up at five while the sun dances its ass off outside is not one of the best ideas I've come across so far.Ofcourse everyone does not know what its like,Initially,the idea of "two classes a day" "no roll" "a 24/7 canteen" and "an open pool?!?" etc might sound fun.
But once the ball starts to roll,you realise everything Isnt what you expected of it.
(I would know since I have been attending summer school from the past three years-AND IT ISNT FUN!)
The A.C of your sanctuary,the lab,is so beautiful you'd probabbly trade it for a lollipop.
Eventually,you HAVE to move to the liabrary where,after two days you start hearing sounds of "air craft landing".
Yes my friends,this A.C shall rest in peace too,but you know I feel sorry for the ninth/tenth graders.poor things they dont even get that.
Anyway,the cooler now contains boiling water and the canteen wala lujjer starts selling the nestle pet for fifteen rupees!
Any cold drink purchased after 10:00 will be more like tea and the chips(packaged) will make you vomit the entire day.
The sight of beautifull young women with smudged "kajal" and melting "bases" in their "kaam wala joras" are something you no longer appreciate.( Although I agree I dont tie my hair(well almost all the time) but thats just because It hurts when I tie them)
What is more apalling is that you start hearing incidents of 9.o evacuating a lizard from the pool,Marium and Ramsha (classmates) being spotted in their swimming costumes by the "mazdoors".
To add to the pudding,your time table undergoes a massive change,7 more Pakistan studies Blocks.
!?!?!?!?!??
and If that wasnt enough,they extend the school (only for us) so that we ONLY study pakistan studies that entire week.
The story does not end here my friends,at 3,you again have to march to Sir Tawseef Baig's boiling basement,but thats the better part of the day because of the free spells of humor everyone undergoes there.
Oh,and that reminds me,I have a test today.
Anyway I'm just exhausted,like those pippette fillers when you draw air out of them?
and I'm tired =(.
Need a break and some major mood lifting.
NO MORE LAHORE!

blek.

Hit "Publish Post"

just for the sake of it.
heh,this blog is getting super gay. =D

To the memory.

Sometimes,you just do things you know you will not be credited for.

there is something about this,I like.

Expectations are,the mag does have my name in the credits part.

Ns and Cs

Names.
You know what chester,names can cause confusions.Huge confusions.
For instance,It is seen that a LOT of boys named 'Abdullah' suffer from high time confusion
Reports speak of a situation where a grade three student is so keen on avoiding grammatical erros and the fact that you put an 'a' before a noun that he writes his name in the format

I am a bdullah.

No kidding.
His parents,teachers all are VERY worried of this as per repeated emphasis on his name,he does not cease to write "I am a bdullah".

Another case,with another Abdullah.
He is a student in prep class and has learned the 'abcd' so well that when it comes to writing his name,he writes 'Abcd'.
After a clear study of the case,experts(dumb asses) have found out that the child probabbly wonders as to why there is a 'd' right after a 'b' when it should be a 'c' and to correct the error his parents have created,he writes 'ABCD' whenever it comes to writing his name.

The confusion does not end here.
A particular part of the youth today is so confused as to HOW to spell their names that they alter their spellings to 'cooler' ones.
I have no objections to this as a few of the alterations are actually quite clever.
Some,are just pointless.

Waqas changes to Vyqas
Misha changes to Mysha
Mariam changes to Marium
Ali is likely to become Aleee ( I'm sorry because I've pulled your leg enough)
Zs change to Xs
The list is endless
..and many names ending in a simple 'a' have an extra 'h' attached.

Why? the mystery remains unsolved.
Please note that a few of the people I have named are my batch mates/acquaintances and by no means have I tried to offend anyone.If that happens,I am sorry and beg to be forgived
Thats just me =\

The 'T' and the 'I'

Event: Senior Trip '05
Date: around the 3rd of July
Destination: Turkey
Requirements: 75000 rupees(food at your expense) + passport
Status: Permission not asked.
Reason: Answer known.

• User wishes to go
• Parents not particularly happy with user.
• Dad does not own a bank.
  User: =S
  
  Apart from that,my computer broke down (fuck it.I knew it would)
  All documents L O S T .
  Seperators to be made A G A I N.
  
  

*Sigh*

=\

Blank.
Thats what I am these days.

oh and by the way,I finally took out time to see the exorcist
heh,the devil is so frustrated *laughs*
*laughs even harder*

Some people get to shine,Others just whine

how cocky is that?
Yes,I see a loser too.

An undefined presence.

Or maybe just an Illusion of the mind.I dont know.
Today as I sat in my usual retreat on our terrace,crying..just for satisfaction,with my face on the table covering my head,I suddenly started feeling watched.
This had never happened before.As far as I can remember.
I looked up to see if there was somebody in my own terrace or somebody from the neighbourhood,just stunned to see a maniac but as far as my eyes could track,not a single soul was in sight.
Strange.
I turned away..a little calmed by the distraction and met my own little world again.
No later had I done this that again,I started to feel somebody around me. Yet again,I turned around to scan.(My mom usually watches me quietly when I'm by myself)
Nobody.
I was beginning to think it was my imagination..calming myself down when all of a sudden this plant beside me started to shake.
I thought it just might be the wind but that particular plant made NOISE.
Yes,as strange as it may sound,It shook hard.
Scared,I left.

It sounds crazy,and I think it was just my imagination.Well,hopefully.
Very scary.
Very.

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Apart from that,I had to tell you this Mr blogster,
I find Mr Randeep Hooda very disturbing (because of certain reasons.And yes,I searched his name) yet,I cant help but find him extremely hott.
Mind you,I havent said this about a man in ages.