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Location: Lahore, Pakistan

I have never had somebody I would talk everything to.I've just wished.This Page,When I made It,I wanted It to be like that friend I've always wanted.I dont care how I sound.I want to talk to my friend. ::.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Sarah Quotes.


Honestly,I dont understand why this woman and I did not get along well two years ago.I really dont..and I'm not talking of some forty year old fat-assed woman.I talk about this very hot woman,namely Sarah Ahmed.
You cannot help loving this woman and because she has brightened my life with her adorably stupid notions and questions,I cant help but mention an episode here.(of course it would have been better if we had videos)
So it is I,Misha and her skimming through our Pakistan studies course book when we come across something that looks like
this:




and Sarah points towards the country presently Bangladesh,"oye,wasnt this a part of Pakistan?"
Sanu: Yeah Sarah.
Sarah: to phir ye wahan kahan se gaya?
Misha: Hain?
Sarah: Matlab ye pakistan ka part tha na?
Sanu: Par Sarah ab nahi hai.They gained political independence after the 1971 ki war?
Misha: Yeah 71 ki war ke bad hi.thats Bangladesh now.
Sarah: Oh okay..



Some five minutes later..

Sarah whispers:baat suno,their independece day isnt fourteenth august right?
Misha:Yeah,isnt.
Sanu: unka to tabhi hoga na jub wo Independent huey Sarah? 71 mey?
Misha: haan.

Two minutes later..

Sarah: Meri bat suno..
an anonymous hm?
Sarah,very worried and in the littl-est possible voice: to phir ye wahan kese chala gaya? *points to present Bangladesh*
Misha and Sanu burst out laughing.and they laugh and laugh and almost fall to the ground laughing

Misha: Sarah,pata hai wo huwa kya.wo idher hi tha punjab ke sath jura huwa.phir pakistani koam ne use dhakka mara.phir wo dhakka mar mar ke yahan le aye *points to delhi*,phir yahan se Indians ney bhe help ki aur dhakka marte marte calcutta ke paas chala gaya

All three laugh like fucking insane people.
Misha,laughing: Fuck you.did you just ask us that?
Sarah,blushing: it has to remain between us.
Misha: I swear ask miss ghazala ke ye wahan kese gaya
Sarah: shut up *laughing and blushing like anything*

five minutes after the restoration of Insanity
Sarah whispers to me: just tell me quietly
Sanu:hmm?
Sarah:why is it colored green then?
and Sanu bursts out laughing again tells misha everything
Sanu: Sarah wo partition se pehle ke diagram hai

and the three of them laugh their way to death.
and again..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh and PS: Hugging and kissing her awake when she doesent know there are two other people in the room is also one of the things I would recommend to everyone.
hahahaha.oh dear

Saturday, February 11, 2006

I want to be ugly.

Getting a sound card re-installed can be one of the most exciting experiences during the life of a computer.
FINALLY,you get to hear all the songs you had saved once upon a time and had been eshroud under thick dust for ages,FINALLY you get to hear the gay msn winks once again and FINALLY you can tell people that your computer is NOT dumb.
But it doesent last for long.Soon you have to listen to songs you hate but your sister likes.

AND THAT INCLUDES 'YOUR BEAUTIFUL' BY JAMES BLUNT.
now,the song might be good to other people,but anyone who has experienced sharing a room will agree to the fact that people love to listen to their favourite songs OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.So,whether your brushing your teeth or reading,getting dressed to go out or just wandering,sleeping or preparing to sleep you hear a tiny little squeaky voice,telling you, 'your beautiful'.
:
and you pray to God,all day and all night and all day and all night to please give you a husband who thinks your ugly because hearing how beautiful you are again and again and again only makes you want to kick them speakers in their balls.

and when your sister gets over the mr. blunt phase,you have a neighbour/friend come to you and ask your sister if she has 'wo james blunt ka gaana'.

and the next thing you hear is a five feet four point five inch woman jump off the stairs and commit suicide.
Other than that,Ive been having dreams where im chasing/fighting people all the time.
and that isnt pleasant too,

MAY GOD SAVE ALL YOU SANE PEOPLE FROM THE ANGUISH OF MR JAMES BLUNT AND LARA CROFT LIKE NIGHTMARES.

SO LONG,IF I LIVE.

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