It's cliched because it's true.

Lame emo post because whatever.

I miss family. I miss being able to see them whenever I wanted. Getting stuck abroad & going years without having a look at my loved ones was not how I pictured it back then. In my mind's eye there was satisfaction everywhere -contentment & happiness. Not this sick frustration that makes you wanna throw up every time you think about what's gonna happen next.

Our inside jokes, the long breaks, snuggling into comfy blankets in front of the heater eating peanuts, Scrabble games when I messed up the board cause I was waaay behind everyone else, furiously intense Ludo games, annoying everyone with constant cartoon network all day, word building, ghar ghar complete with a full kitchen set, scary stories, late-night trips....

right now, I don't care how depressed sad sorry weak whatever I sound like.

let it all out.

I miss friends. being out of touch sucks. it gives rise to stupid misunderstandings. i miss old times with them. when none of this auntys wala gossip shit was involved. why didnt i just take the right step in the beginning? kia bakwas hai. dosti is precious. i dont want to lose it with any of them. although i was being all pfft-not-gonna-miss-anyone-glad-this-is-over when exams ended, i miss each and everyone like freaking hell. laugh so often at the memories that my family thinks i am retarded. constantly kick myself inwardly at my unjustified rash behaviour.

regrets. everywhere.

stupid regrets. clog up my brain. cannot think enough of the golden times i did get to spend with both family and friends.

All-time-low? no. i think it's yet to come.

life chockful of useless bullshit. negative thoughts swirling through surroundings all the time. need detox. need OUT....

i hate this font with all my being.

Menu wi asmani fitrat de?

i can be such a dummy sometimes. flare up within seconds and blurt out whatever is going through my mind at that moment, yep that's what i do. and i tend to be attacked by an immense amount of guilt later - why couldn't i have shut up, shit shit shit. sometimes when i look back i want to punch myself inwardly at the apparent stupidity of my actions. but then i console myself and go like, everything happens for the best, and they got what they deserved. they = two-timer rats, btw. (that's an upcoming post :D) wish i could keep my temper under control. BUT OMG WHO CAN RESIST LASHING OUT ON TWO-TIMER RATS, AND THAT TOO ON PROVOCATION EH?

i have a test to prepare and believe me i cannot bring myself to study; lamest excuse ever, but whatever. that rhymes :o. i'm going to enter this in my english journal for school. after amendments duh. i have lots of studying to do in the near future (and the present, like now i should be studying like there's no tomorrow) which means YAAY MORE BLOGGING :D i make no sense i know yar.

i like the title. it sums up what im feeling right now.
punjabi for the win win win win win win (FTWWWWWW).

Internet friends are better than real life friends.

^That goes specially for Furree Katt. She's one awesome blogger, and even awesome-r commenter. I love you Furr-E :)

Okay so this one is going to be the sort of post where nothing much makes sense and consists of a series of random, completely-unrelated-to-each-other points.

I've resolved to be less whiny from now and appreciate the little things in life. Not sure how long I can keep the resolution for though.

I carefully went through all my previous blog posts. AND BOY DID I FEEL ASHAMED! The embarrassing typos and the weird posts and the immature writing style. UFF. *hides face under layers of blankets*

I'm in love with What's My Name by Rihanna. [You're so amazing, you took the time to figure me out . <3]

I'm sick of my plastered foot. It's getting itchy. I want to move it around. I want to walk. I want to run. I want to play football :( Trust me, never before did the prospect of merely standing on bare feet appeal so much to me. No more taking things for granted from now on. Tauba tauba.

I need shawarma. Al-Safeer has the best shawarmas in the whole wide world. I need one from there right now. With that yummy garlic sauce. The mere thought of that is mouth-watering... and fat-gaining -_-

I LOVE CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW OMG OMG OMG I LOVE HIM HE SAYS THE BEST LINES. I can't wait for May 20. POTC 4 releases that day :D

I hate how I'm cut off from school. I'm missing out on all the fun.

I have a feeling this whole 2012 thing has some truth in it. Something is going to happen next year. Something apocalypse like. I have a bad bad feeling about it. -Shivers-

Enough of the randomness. Imma go watch HP 7 again. Tata.

The not-so-pleasant clash of football & me.

HELLOOO PEOPLE :D

After a long time I really felt like blogging. And what I am going to blog about isn't really good news, so I'm not feeling all smiley smiley right now.

For the past two weeks, inter-house football/basketball matches have been going on at school during break times. Being the quiet, not-so-sporty one, not even for a second did the idea of participating in one of those came in my mind. So at every match, I patiently sat among the spectators cheering my house without a care in the world. But as fate would have it, my house ( the girls only; the boys are terrific - haven't lost one single match) did not fare too well in any of the games. Oh well.

[Note - I'm very touchy about the 25 minutes of blissful, teacher-less time I get in those 6 long hours of school & nothing is more important than those precious 25 minutes.] The matches took place in recess. Normally, recess is spent with the three of us (me & two friends) having lunch, gossiping, completing homework and generally having a good time. But all three of us are in different houses. So that means every recess at least one of us HAD to go away to play/cheer/act as a substitute, which in turn made having a normal break impossible. Naturally, that made me quite cynical of the way the PE department had organized the tournament. -_-

So quite frankly, I didn't really pay a shit about who won or lost when I was sitting among the spectators. I was staring glassy-eyed at the field with a couldn't-care-less expression. I just wanted my break back :(


Okay I'm getting to the point now.

One such day, I decided to give it a shot and play football :D I came dressed in my house colours (a green t-shirt). My reason for playing was quite weird. We were playing against a house which had only one good player, and she was injured. And our poor team, well, let's just say things weren't very good at our end too. 
So I thought, there's nothing to lose, if we win - well & good, if we lose, well - it's only a game. But we had a good chance against them.

The referee, who happens to be the English teacher goes berserk at seeing me play. "Oooh, you're playing today!" And rubs his hands in feverish excitement. I choose to ignore, with half a mind to quit the game and go back to my safe place in the stands. But the game has already begun. I'm overcome with a sense a determination. I run after the ball. I take possession. I run toward the goal. I take aim, preparing to shoot.

A tiny girl from the opposing team (Yellow) knocks the football out of my possession -_- The game continues, made entirely of different versions of the above situation, puncutated by shouts of 'OUT!', penalty kicks, fouls and the like. The score stays 0-0.

Okay so another situation arose. Some kinda confusion is going on not far from me between a girl from my team and one from the opposing team. The ref is shouting at the top of his voice "PLAY ON, PLAY ON!"
The goalie is distracted by the quarrel going on there, and THE BALL IS TWO FEET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! & no one else is these to obstrust the path to the ball.

Without wasting a moment, I shoot. The goalie realises what happened one second too late & tries to resist, but to no avail. I have scored. :) [No one (including me) really registered the goal immediatly cause it had happened so quickly]

So. Green are leading by 1 - 0. But about 15 minutes are left and SO much could change in those. The Yellows were awarded two penalty kicks, and had other chanced too, but couldn't score. I'm close to fainting if I'm deprived of water for much longer. Everyone feels the same, and we play on.

Now for the sad bit.

I aim for another goal, a Yellow tries to take the ball from me, fails, but kicks my foot in the process and falls over. I fall over too. I lose possesssion. I get up & I'm introduced to excruciating pain in my foot. The ref says play on with a smile, clearly he doesn't know how much my foot pains. I'm dazed by the fall & the pain worsens. I play on. Team mates encourage each other and hope for the best.

The game ends. The ref tells me that I'm going to play football always for my class from now on cause he learned a new thing today - that I can actually play pretty good. I strongly disagree, cause it was all luck and chance but I'm too tired to argue.

There's chaos as other matches going on end and everyone tries to find their own class and return to the classsroom. I can't walk because of the pain. I reach class with difficulty, leaning on my friend. I spend 40 minutes (one lesson) sitting, gulping down water, having absolutely no idea of what the teacher is saying cause the pain doesn't end. Next is Arabic, which is far from my favourite subject, so I escape down to the nurse, who scolds me for not coming immediatly.

She inspects my foot, and her face darkens. I brace myself for the bad news, and she says it's a fracture, the bone's sticking out. I die a little inside, cause that would mean no school for God-knows how long. My parents are called and we go to the hospital.

... and it's too depressing for me to talk about what happened next. Fast forward to today.

It's been a whole week that I haven't been to school. I don't know how much longer I'll have to stay home. Either I could wait until it's properly healed or I could go on crutches :D There's another friend of mine (the only good player Yellow had) who was injured during football & she's going to school on crutches. The teachers are scolding her not to come and take proper rest. But she's getting attentionn. Loads of it =P

I have no clue what to do. So while I sort out this dilemma, can I ask y'all to pray I can go fully cured to school as soon as possible? Miracles do happen, y'know :)

Requesttt

Okay guys, just came to request y'all to remember me in your prayers yeah :) Let's just say I really need 'em badly.

Updates later, hopefully! 

Bye, love you all <3

ICT exam update!

O hey! I forgot to update on how the horrible ICT exam to which I dedicated two whole posts went! :O

But well that was because of the fact that I had the even horrrible-r Chemistry exam the next day. And after the Chem exam I had sweet wonderful complete freedom for three weeks to come. So I was so caught up in the events that followed that I forgot all about telling you about how my exam went. Haha no I'm not under any delusions that people actually care, but I wanted to do it more for myself than for anyone else =p

Okay enough of the gibberish. I 'll tell you what I did - I screwed up. Worse than I had in yeears. Possibly the worst ever screw-up of my life.

The exam consisted of three sections, Microsoft FrontPage, Excel and PowerPoint. The latter being the easiest, I tackled it first. As I advanced, I found the exam mainly consisted of things I had not ever, ever even heard being mentioned in class. But I'm not what you'd call the most attentive child, so that's a pretty invalid argument. And the teacher said while rolling her eyes, "We did it a million times in class!" in her horrible accent, when I pointed this out to her. You need to learn how to count, miss. -_-

But then in the end everything turned out okay and I managed PP well.

Excel. I did about 25% of that section. It was kind of pretty much what I'd practiced at home. But the bloody formulae involved did not yield the required results WHATEVER I DID. I tried so many variations of the formula but NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING worked. I swear I tried a hell lot of things considering the time we had left. NOTHING I did would set it right. I swore (exaggeration, obviously. I did not) and left it with the hope that I'd find it somehow miraculously solved when I came back to it.

The third and last accursed program - FrontPage. Those of you who read my previous posts about the exam would know my ancient laptop (bless it) did not hold the gem of FrontPage. And by the looks of it, it had been discontinued by MS Office. I got hold of an MS FrontPage torrent, thanks to N. But it failed to download despite my trying about 7 times. So I'd properly given up hope.
Anyway, in the exam the FrontPage part gave me a heart attack. It was worse than I'd expected, and my expectations were very low to begin with. I had no clue whatsoever. I freaked out completely. I called out in Urdu (out of sheer desperation) to my friend who did know it. She was sitting a good distance away from me, and my call naturally attracted unwanted attention. But I did not give up hope. I pleaded with her to tell me SOMETHING atleast while she was on her way to get her printouts. She hurriedly told me stuff that went over my head. I tried to get started on it. But with the looming end-of-time-limit and my annoying classmate seated beside me (half of whose paper I had done earlier btw), I managed to do about 3% which went completely off-mark I'm sure. But I didn't hand in the paper blank.

And, yes you guessed it, there was no time to go back to Excel and fix it.

There were still about 10 minutes to go and extra time might have been given, but I chose to leave rather than sit in desperation and wait for divine intervention (as the prospect of human help coming was unthinkable under the teacher's watchful eye) that would somehow set everything straight. So with a horrible sickening feeling in my stomach, I gathered my printouts, saved my work, handed it in, cursed ICT under my breath and left the lab.

I went downstairs and met those who'd left earlier. All of them had similar feelings so we consoled each other and the disaster was suddenly forgotten (for the time being) in a couple of laughs. I love my friends at such occasions.

Fast-forward to result day:

When I saw my result sheet, I saw a 79 in ICT. Damn ONE MORE MARK AND I COULD HAVE GOT AN "A". Atleast I didn't fail. But the grudge for the teacher strengthened in me and I resolved to work harder to improve at ICT. I just hope it lasts longer than my new year resolutions.

I got 3% less overall than dear N who came first. Because of dear ICT my % plummeted. She scored a whopping 92% in it and that made all the difference.

Byebye *Insert Furree Katt style heart*

New heights my anger has reached

You make me feel like I'm an exceptionally intelligent person, owing to the stupid silly mistakes you dumbly make. You make me fume, you do. It's not your fault, maybe not. But you make me want to bang my head against a solid concrete wall. WHY do you have to act so bloody DUMB. Why do you act as an insult to your age. If you really are that stupid, at least take the trouble to just make yourself look less stupid. Or do you do this on purpose? Your purpose being - 'to annoy the living hell out of me'? It's not cool, trust me. And ask anyone out there, I'm sure they will agree. It's not cool. Halt, in the name of God, halt.

Okay. Vented out the anger. Feel better. -deep breaths-

On a different note, I'm thinking to delete this blog and start over. New profile and all. Or maybe just a new blog, with the same profile. Or maybe just continue with this blog after a careful cleanup of it. Or maybe a new URL / title for this existing blog.

All these ideas have been continuously running through my mind. I don't want to make a hurried decision and regret it late. It's my blog, after all. And serious business, a blog is.

Oh and btw, my life has started revolving around those little red numbers near the top left of your Facebook page. (Poor description, I know.)
Yes, notifications.

The sad life I lead needs a change, pronto.

Tata. More later.

The cheenkain won't go away

"Khoon E Hussain (A.S) main doobi hai Muharram ke her ek shaam

Main kaisay keh doon naya saal mubaarak ho"

I saw this in my news feed today and fell in love instantly. Beautiful, beautiful shair. 

 ______________________

My favourite cousin ever gave me my first ever award. Even though she knows it, here it is again: ILY Maryam Reza.

So, the 7 random facts about me:

I am a die-hard fan of Harry Potter. I love the series to bits. I'd give anything for the entire HP-world to be actual and not just a figment of JKR's amazingly vivid imagination.And to be a proper part of it obviously, if it did exist. I'd hate to view it from a Squib's/ werewolf's  POV. Being a Death Eater, for instance, would be fun. (6)

I don't have crushes.


I'm obsessed with looking good, and lack the patience required to work towards this objective.

I stress my eyes wayy too much.

I'm really really really lazy. I hate work. I hate work. I hate work. Work very rarely interests me, instead it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours on end. No exaggeration.


 I have the inability to actually stick to my ambitious plans. For example, I will , suddenly - entirely out of the blue, be overcome with the wish to lose weight, formulate a diet plan and resolve to stick to it until the desired results are achieved. The whole plan will collapse upon sensing the delicious smell of chips frying and my passion to lose weight will evaporate.

I love walking alone aimlessly, staring into space and thinking about when my life will leave its present depressed state and transform into my ideal one.

Okay, I know those were lame. But I'm feeling a lot less creative than usual, owing to the big disappointment yesterday. 

Now the 7 people I give the award to:

Furree Katt, awesome writer. My new favourite blog. The effort she puts into her posts and the way she makes the content so inviting is commendable. Gob bless you :D

The Me, one of the blogs I await posts hungrily from (screwed up grammar? idc right now), very interesting and fun-to-read. Oh and her Paint skills are awesome. Btw,  I learned the spelling of the Psych in Psych Rant after several attempts :P

Mehreen Kasana - possesses yappin' writing (and Paint) skills. The besttt in my opinion.


fatima - cuz she's the sweetest and cutest blogger, and happens to be my sister :D And also because I'm mentioned in her blog :D

Cloud Khizzy, fun and interesting style of writing, keeps the reader hooked

Stylish Muslimah, lovee the blog. Very creative ideas for how to don Islamic clothing and look stylish and trendy in it.

Maryam Reza - cuz she's purely awesome and is one of the writers I aspire to be. And she's the reason this blog exists. =D

PS: I don't like how the title has nothing to do with the post.

It is time.

It's 12:00. (Right now it is, by the time I publish God-knows how much later it'll be)
So basically it's 19-Dec-2010. The whole of UAE is either snoring comfortably or chilling out and enjoying the holiday season. For us it is the dreaded date - ICT Paper 3. And almost all of us 10s are trying hard to stay awake and practice as much as possible and pass tomorrow. Most of us are online and calling each other up to clear up confusions, or asking how much is left/covered. I'm still stuck on trying to practice Frontpage. I've been slightly successful as get hold of it I did, but the download is a massive one and I don't know if the rest of the plan will work and if I'll actually manage to practice sufficiently along with catching a few hours' sleep.

So my point is basically to pass time. While the download goes on, instead of revising MS Excel formulas(e?) or honing my PowerPoint skills (ignore), I'm here preparing the next treat for my blog readers.

I can't believe how brutally I wasted this weekend. Thursday was 10 Muharram so no parhai on that day. Friday I got up at about 12:30, pushed my sleepy lazy self out of bed at 1, had breakfast at 1:30, stuck to the laptop at 2, checked Facebook, searched for skin remedies/ exercises/ crash diet plans/ other useless shit and did every other imaginable useless task. I kept reminding myself of the exam but hah did you expect me to listen to the boring reminding voice. So, yeah, I wasted the whole of Friday.

Saturday - pretty much the same routine till 2. Then I got serious and phoned three friends and asked them how much they'd done. First one - the loser was asleep. Second - "tumhay lagta hai maine shuru kia hoga?". Third - "haan yar soch rahi thi shuru karun lekin abhi tou so ke uthi hun". And I was like WOW. Ye tou mere se bhi do hath agay hain. Kher, I started with something atleast.... and gave up 10 min later. Went for a sauna bath and had a long shower after that. Half of the day wasted - just the cue for me to start studying. At 6 I properly started. And believe me, the first 5 questions in the paper took me TWO hours. TWO hours. But I Godknowshow completed that section. So I was done with two sections (having done another one earlier sometime). One left. But no program on which it was to be done. But a friend got in contact with the IT genius in our class and he told her how to get hold of FrontPage. I was ecstatic at finally being able to practice FrontPage but there was a measly little problem. It's midnight and the download would take two hours. And I would need another two hours to practice. Which would deprive me of my precious beauty sleep. But oh well, no pain, no gain. So here I am, blogging while the download completes. No prospect of it being completed before one hour btw.

Erm. I just read the post. Jokes apart, it doesn't make sense to me. So it doesn't really have to make sense to you haha. But I'll post it all the same. My blog, after all.

Btw, The Me, fatima-, Maryam & Furree Katt thankyou people for commenting :D
+ Maryam awesome hai aap, maaloom hai apko? <3

Pray for me y'all. Byebye.
PS:50% hogya download. Abhi aik aur ghanta baqi hai. -_-

Second post in under 3 hours, IMPROVEMENT!

I present, fellow bloggers, -insert drumroll please- my second blog post in under 3 hours, for the first time ever in the one year history of My Pensieve! -applause-
Okay sorry, but I loove to exaggerate.
So I went to study. I opened a past paper. I skipped the first question (that spans about 2 whole pages of the paper) because it was to be done in MS Frontpage and we all know I don't have it, so let's not rub it in. Okay, next question. PowerPoint. I proceeded with the first step - took15 minutes to be solved because I used so many means (excluding my sleepy brain) at once to try and get it done. Asked a senior on FB chat how she got it done in her exam, tried different Google searches, clicked on random results, skimmed through many and finally one told me how you open/create/whatever a master slide/ slide master/ whatever.
Did the first step. Congratulated myself. Proceeded to next. Bloody hell, WHEN DID SHE EVER TEACH US THAT?, I thought. And then out came the curses and rants about how the incompetent teacher could ever have set us such an exam when she knowwws we're not not not prepared - and it's not our fault, the entire school management knows it, the teacher is the masla. And sadly, nothing can be done about it because, according to our academic co-ordinator, despite looking for a replacement none has been found because whoever is better than the present one is already well-placed and well-paid. So we make do with the one we have.
This might not even make sense to you, but you get the idea haina.

I want to blog about this thingg on my mind. But for (obvious?) reasons I can't/won't/whatever. But soon IA I will - using the 'show, don't tell' tactic maybe. Or using a new scheme half-formed in my mind. InshaAllah soon.

Okay so however hard I try, I can't keep the bloody ICT mock exam out of my mind. There is a serious serious problem. There are three programs/applications I need to master by Sunday in order to get a decent grade. The first part of problem: One of the three isn't in my computer, the second one I know only the basics of, but sadly the basics are not even included in the exam - it's all about the bloody technical stuff, the third one has loads and loads of complications, I'm sure of it - but I'm just feeling confident about it cbecause I haven't really explored it properly. The second part: There is no teacher available. everyone in the family is just as familiar with the technical shit as I am. The third part: I have no clue how to deal with it. Obviously nothing would come of writing long useless blog posts but THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.

And the exaggeration in the above is minimal, trust me.

So Imma go worry about it some more, wall-post friends and hope for a solution to be there in the morning.
Bye-bye y'all. Pray for me.

The dormant blogger in me has awoken - Rejoice!

Hello people :D

So I was reminded that the blog I very enthusiastically created last year exists to this day and is available for viewing to the world by a visit to my Hotmail account earlier today. I check the account not very often because Facebook ke ilawa koi mail nai karta mujhay. But I had some work to do so I went to Hotmail, did what I was supposed to without even  glancing at the countless unread emails, the majority of which were sent by loser Facebook WHEN I NOTICED SOMETHING. Something that looked like 'Furree Katt'. Upon paying closer attention I found out that this wonderful wonderful blogger had left a comment on latest (3month-old) post. I was so ecstatic that I forgot all about the highly-important-natured work I had and became intent on what the comment asked me to do, which was basically: blog.

Okay enough of that.

So I have been very very busy. Not that being free made any difference to my frequency of blogging. So that isn't much of an excuse. But what the heck, who cares about why I don't blog. Right now, by the way, I  should be preparing for the bloody IT exam. But I have just made an unpleasant discovery - I don't have the programs required for practicing for the exam on my ancient laptop. Big big masla. But I'll worry about it later. Sunday ko hai exam. Abhi time hai.

Result out on 23rd. Please please pray for me. I need to get what I aimed for or else I eventually sink into a massive depressed state and that will ruin ruin ruin all the plans for the 2 week winter break.

The highly-important-natured work is no longer resting at the back of my mind where I pushed it to and prioritized blogging. My conscience is repeatedly nagging me to start with the massive amount of work I have to get done this weekend, half of which has already sailed past.

Bye bye. More rants later. Oh yes, more of them coming. :D

PS: COMMENT PEOPLE, FOR GOODNESS'S SAKE, COMMENT. Those heavenly words are one of the few things that I look forward to in my monotonous life.

Ignore the last bit.

Blogpost.

My bloodshot eyes are itching because of sleep-deprivation and continuously staring at the laptop. I slept at about 12:30am. Woke up, whining, at 4:00am for sehri. I slept for a nice long while during the roza, but it was not enough. It's 8:42pm. I want to sleep but heaven-knows-why it won't come to me. But I can hardly lie still in bed and wait to doze off. So here I am with another boring blog post because there's nothing else to do.

Ramzan is almost over. The usual Eid-cleaning got delayed somehow and will most probably start tomorrow. And Eid-cleaning is not just any cleaning, it is practically sterilizing the house to make it fit for Eid guests. No speck of dust should be visible to the eye. Everything should be spotless, in its immaculate form. It is tiring, but it's kinda fun when we all do it together; me, Mum & little bro. Everything is fun when you're with your favourite people.

I'm looking forward to Eid because:

• it coincides with my birthday, 
• I get to wear new dresses specially made for me, 
• of the people who'll IA visit us, 
• of the loadsss of desserts 
• & the invitations we have for Eid milan parties

Which has to be one awesome Eid.

Okay bye.

A weird being, yours-not-so-truly is.

It's weird how I can feel immense dislike towards someone very close and revert to loving them dearly, all in the space of few short minutes.

It's weird how I can give the best advice to some troubled friend, how I can listen to everything that friend has to say without any objection and how I find myself lost when I need advice, or want someone close to listen to me.

It's weird how I look forward to Ramadan, then waste the greater part of it and feel overcome with regret in the last five days.

It's weird how my feverish excitement can completely eveaporate and leave no trace of itself behind due to one measly little event.

It's weird how I can't think of any more weird things I do now, and how I was bursting with them few minutes ago.

It's weird how I'm thinking I'll complete this list awhile later, when I very well know I will not.

Oh well. I have to concede to the fact that I've run out of weird things, so I'll have to end the post.

Tata.

Hi. So I had a nice big post planned. My usual rants about everyday life, random complaints, my feelings, thoughts, views, wishes... everything was supposed to be in the post yours truly is writing right now. But there's a wee bit of problem.

I cannot for the life of me recall anything I'd planned.

So there. You, my non-existent readers, have been denied the pleasure of being enlightened about my highly-uninteresting life. Better luck next time, y'all.

Well. To heck with what I've forgotten. I'll just write whatever comes to my mind now and hope it'll all combine to form a nice big post.

Summer holidays. Oh, the magic of these words. The mere thought of three parhai-free months cheers me up. And the actual commencement of the aforementioned is something I long for the whole year. When the end of final exams is near, everyone is heard talking about their plans for the holidays. "Main to Pakistan ja rahi hun yaar.", "Oh, we'll go to Pakistan first, then to Malaysia and Singapore.", "Yeah, I'm going to Iran.", "I'll run off to England as soon as the result comes out!"... these were one of the few responses I got from fellows upon inquiring about their plans. I was looking forward to a similar, enjoyable vacation, packed with excitement. But as it turns out, fate had something else in store for me. Something that included me being stuck here in this country where the temperature goes up to 49C. But no complaints. -sighs-
My daily routine in holidays is something I'm ashamed of. Getting up late, having one proper meal in a day, being glued to the computer, lazing around, doing absolutely nothing productive... you get the idea, don't you, my non-existent readers? This year it's a bit worse. Tempers are usually high, and there's less-than-usual activity. All I do is stare at the laptop for God-knows-how-long, shout occasionally at little bro, sleep at odd times, have bits of food when my tummy rumbles, moan & complain, and do nothing constructive.
So basically, this summer will take a miracle to be a memorable one. Unless I have some sense knocked into me. Which is also kinda impossible without a miracle.

I'll just go and finish my Capri-Sun and wish Dad brings a shawarma tonight.
Bye, y'all.

Sorry. Run out of titles. Again. =\

Weekend. Finally. Thank you, Lord.

But I won't get to enjoy the weekend as much as I'd like to, because Uncle End-of-Year-Tests is just round the corner. I'm worried sick. But it's not like my being worried sick is having an effect on my internet-ing habits. I'm still on Facebook/ (isn't it time MS Word/ Blogger/ everything else stopped trying to tell me 'Facebook' isn't a word?) Blogger/ MSN/ whatnot every moment of my free time. Well. This would have to change, obviously. I'd die of guilt and shame if I score less than I what I hope to in Uncle End-of-Year-Tests. *shudders*

I signed in to Blogger today to find the Pakistani blogosphere abuzz because of the ban on Facebook. And YouTube and Flickr too, apparently. Found very interesting pieces like this one here. Many people who blogged about the issue have a fair point. Why not ban only the blasphemous content, why the whole sites? They banned YouTube, Facebook and Wikipedia. Why are they oblivious to the fact that the sites provide loads of positive stuff too? There's stuff against Islam, and the teachings of Islam all over the internet. So why not make the internet inaccessible in the country? It's beyond most of us why the LHC took this decision. I wholeheartedly condemn the page that was the cause of this ban, but we should have shown our opposition in more practical ways than violence and banning a handful of (useful) sites.

-Abrupt change of topic-

When I first came to the UAE, I remember someone saying that a fine of as much as 100K Dirhams is payable by anyone who killed a camel, intentionally or otherwise. I thought this law was a bit weird. How could anyone kill a camel? I imagined a road in the middle of the desert, with a car, the driver of which is not aware of a camel crossing the road... when he does become aware of the fact, he rams his feet hard on the brake, the car comes to a screeching halt, and the poor camel is lying on the road, injured, of course. :p

This was a scene I had thought I was very, very unlikely to witness. But witness it I did. And at a time when I had been least expecting to. The scene was similar to what I had imagined, except that no one got hurt
We were on our way home from school. Had missed a turn or something, and were God-knows where.Ours was pretty much the only car on the slim road in the middle of the desert. The speed was 80km/h. Until we saw the ship-of-the-desert crossing the road, that is. We slowed down, and waited patiently for the majestic (to me, at least. Don't know about anyone else) creature to cross. Little bro, however, was not very patient, and made it apparent by saying, 'Ab jaldi kar lain road cross, your majesty.' Lol. And I cursed myself repeatedly for not having a camera on me. That was something you didn't get to see everyday. -_-

-Abrupt end of post. Bye.-

PS: My writing skills are worsening at a rapid pace. 

Awesomeness.

Read this at school. Wanted to share.

Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher.

 

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

Caution: Ramdon updates ahead.

This is a very ramdon post. As the title suggests.

Unnecessary/ excessive use of exclamation marks should be punishable by law. How cool is using exclamation marks instead of every punctuation mark?

I want to throw up when people:
TyPe lYkE d!Hz, randomly Capitialise normal Words in sentences, use spellings like 'nd, bt, knw, cud, abt', add a 'z', or worse, an 'x' after 'lol', or show that they have never heard of things such as 'full stops' and 'commas' (example: 'hmm lol ok i knw ill be waitng thnx ma lov luv ya bye muahx').

Okay, I know I probably should keep my views to myself.

Smooth Criminal needs to get out of my head.

I think I messed up my Bio test. I don't know why I feel so satisfied. (Umeed pe dunya qaim ha.)

I lovvvvvve The Me's bloggg. <3 :D

There's something wrong with my camera's battery. :'(

I went to Getex Dubai. It was awessssooommmee. There were sooo many universities. Offering sooo many scholarships. Which obviously meant sooo many opportunities for me. I can't wait to get into one of those universities. :D

Merely two days after five long days of non-stop hard work is not enough time for a break. It's high time the administration of my school realised this.

I find Popeye SOOO lame and weird and unrealistic. Do you, too?

I owe so much to Sergey Brin and Larry Page. <3

I am very nostalgic these days. Bohat yaad ata ha sab kuch...

I are being followed. =O. By 9 people! =O =O =D

School for 12 years, college for another 6 years, work until you die... how fair is that?

Enough ranting. Bye-bye.

There's GOT to be a way.

I need to go into Facebook re-hab. My addiction to that site is growing by the day. I have a huge Chemistry test to prepare. There's French work, too. Not to mention that God-damned Physics presentation. But. I STILL have time to go on Facebook and spend hours there.

This is not good.

I want to get the highest in that test. Which I take in a few hours' time. But whenever I open that copy, nothing just GETS into my mind... flows over the top of my head. D:

Please tell me how I should bring myself to study when there's a laptop with a high-speed internet connection in front of me. If any suggestion works, I'll owe you more than anything I can ever pay.

Yeah, really. I'm that desperate. D:

You have to look through the rain to see the rainbow. :)

Friends, you know what, every day can be a good one, if we want it to see it that way, that is. Yes, really. It depends upon your definition of 'good days'. Believe it or not, we can find happiness in the simplest of things. For instance, once I was in the worst of my moods, wearing a disgusting scowl and emanating a dont-talk-to-me-i'll-kill-you radiation which those in my vicinity were acting against. So, you can imagine how hard it was to make me smile at that time. :P
I have this weird habit of Facebooking more than usual when I'm in a bad mood. That time was no exception. I was on Facebook, and saw a new message by a very good friend. It was a VERY cute one. Told me how much she missed me and loved me. I slowly took in the meaning of those three lines, and lo and behold, I was all smiles after that.
In that baddd mood, when I thought everything was meant to be against me, I was told that I was loved and missed. Made my day, that message really did. =).
My point is that there's a silver lining in every dark cloud. No matter what you're going through, there's ALWAYS a silver lining. Look for it, it may turn up in the most unexpected of places. Trust me. =)

My blog.

Is not dead.

Hahaha, yes. I haven't updated in ages.

I know.

But. 

That does not mean it's dead.

Maybe I should stop, because I don't really know what I'm writing. =S

Kher. Ladies and gentlemen, I are back. =D

It's funny how this sounds like I'm addressing  a really big audience. =]

I got another follower, by the way. :D.

Which makes up for the one I lost. ='(

Which means I'm back on 5. =]

Okay, really now. I must end this post, which is getting weirder by the word. =|

B-bye.

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