Saturday, July 31, 2010

Kiss My Converse.

I saw this movie yesterday, The Last Dragon. Usmay there's this scene when this guy asks the other guy to fight him. The other guy says something about not wishing to fight him. And some other shit happens. Anyway The-Bad-Guy then snaps his finger, points to his feet and says 'Kiss My Converse.' The-Good-Guy apparently thinks it's okay to kiss people's shoes cuz he concedes. However before he can get a good smooch of The-Bad-Guy's Chuck Taylors, he delivers a kick to The-Good-Guy’s mouth instead, knocking him on his behind.

Lesson of this story, it's never okay to kiss somebody's shoes. Ever. =/

Anyway. I don't want to go back to school. I just don't. I'm tired and annoyed and pissed and just don't want this anymore. I loved my school last year but (according to me, at least) it's becoming such a greedy bitch and that's making me mad-er. I'm tired of all the Shark-Love.

But I have to go to school. If I ever want to get into

Mount Holyoke College, South Hadley Massachusetts. Where I'd study Politics and then go to Law School. At Dartmouth. Or not. haha That's plan A. That's what would happen in an ideal world. Of course nothing of the sort happens to be. For which I have Plan B. seedha Law School at LUMS. And if even that doesn't work out then Plan C. Kinnaird College or Forman Christian College for Literature or Political Science and then Law School again.

All my plans end with Law School. Is that sad? Matlab how I have no other, lets call it, options?

There is of course a Plan D, if all else fails. That's taking a gap year. Getting a job, or traveling around the world. Alone. Or with people who's company I'd enjoy. Not family, much as I love them, never family. Or I could just get a job. I know at least one place that'd hire me.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Oh, and Heaven would be a million rupees, Sunday Bazaar and me.
This year's going to be awful.

Just saying.

'Being a hard-core feminist at heart who dreams of being independent , it is hard for em to digest the sacrificing eastern-girl attitude adopted by some of the girls I unfortunately know.

"Oh we know our future is a husband and three kids so why dream of having a job and living alone?" said one individual leaving me gaping at her with my mouth half-open.

Given one such individual or even thirteen like her and a peaceful room I could argue their brains out and make them think like me but it is rather annoying when they shoot u with a you're-just-a-kid-and-you'll-start-thinking-like-us-soon look and smirk at you. Ugh and the best I can do then , is say OK fine be like this. Act like those illiterate village women who bear cricket teams after cricket teams and have no purpose in life. See if I care.

I mean puh-leez. Even if you know for sure that your future is going to be the husband and kids at the age of 19, you can at least broaden your minds. You can at least aspire, hope, dream and not act stupid and think of which designer you're going to get your bridal dress made from.'

I miss A. M. She was just really cool.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Imma b famuzz. :D


That was fun.

More later.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Gone With The Wind. Again.

Every summer, for four years now, I take out my 1942 (it belonged to my mother's uncle) copy of Gone With The Wind and read all 1037 pages of it.

It's an epic tale of a woman's life during one of the most tumultuous periods in America's history. From her young, innocent days on a feudalistic plantation to the war-torn streets of Atlanta; from her first love whom she has always desired to three husbands; from the utmost luxury to absolute starvation and poverty; from her innocence to her understanding and comprehension of life.

Best book ever?

I think so.

Saturday, July 3, 2010


I'm finally home. My summer has so far been, well, pretty wonderful. :D

From awesome proms, first ever sleepovers, promises of Lahore and the parents's skipping town; this summer was, at the very least, eventful.

Oh and I got a a haircut. haha Which is really no big deal for most people, but I went from:


Yeah. Imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw what the hairdresser had done. But whatever. It'll grow back. And it doesn't look too awful.

Moving on. I planned to go to Lahore with CLG last week. Hasn't happened yet.

I asked my dad and he was all okay with it. I was supposed to leave on the 1st. But on the 228th I was at my aunt's place and learnt from her that they'd left for Islamabad a few hours before. Total WTF moment, I tell you. I couldn't believe she was talking about my parents. They don't go to a different city without telling their kids.

Obviously, I was wrong. They got back today, and I feel it's too soon to ask about my Lahore plans.

I feel selfish, but they never should have said yes in the first place if they were going to pull this >.<

I didn't expect them to say yes when I asked. My mom never says yes. NEVER okay, never. But she did. She said, "fine with me, ask your dad."

Which I did. So he called his (I think) Travel Agent friend to ask what was the deal on going to Lahore.

IN FRONT OF ME, OKAY. Which resulted in me getting even more excited, and telling my friend and us planning on getting Purple (me, she's already 'been there and done that') and Blue (her) hair. Watching movie-marathons, meeting her old friends, eating out, shopping and basically just having pure unadulterated fun.

Right now I would have looked like this:

Oh and I made two new friends. Meet Maw, and Paw.

That's them swimming in the bowls we caught them in. And that's their home. Where I go to visit them every day

haha I like fish. :D