Arghhh.... that's it! I'm moving!

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This Blogger ban is Maha-irritating. Grrr....

The diary of a mad desi woman

Testing testing... Happy Place. Please come in.

Came across something I had doodled a few months back on the back of a book:

I wanna go to Canada. I was told Bryan Adams lives there. And I will tell myself that is the only reason I want to go to Canada.

Funny how you feel about something can change drastically within a few days.

Hello People. Well, people who read this anyway. People who I haven't actually mangaed to bore away yet.

So yes, hello people. Congratulations are in order. And since I am a vain, self-indulgent, self obsessed freak/ass, of course I am congratulating myself and not you. And dup dup da dup, da da da daaaaa.... I made it... to Final year of Med school. It was a long long loooooonng journey. And I am finally here. And my phone's working again (I can use my crummy dial-up again), so all you peeps can come back, cuz I'll try to post more often. Now there. Don't you all just love me :D

So yeah, did I mention I made it to final year? Well, yeah I did. There I was doing my happy chicken dance, celebrating to my heart's content, when reality decided, in a much too sordid way, that I had to be stopped. That's when it actually hit me.

Final Year.

Not to be chicken danced through. The first two days taught me that. My books weigh a ton. The teachers all apparently teach in french, cuz I can't understand a single word they say. The cherry topping arrived as military orders to start shadowing a designated Surgeon from 10:45 am sharp till whatever time we pass out from sheer exhaustion. Ok, so the last part was slightly untrue; they make sure we are exhausted to that point but let us go before we pass out. It's a hospital, for God's sake people. What impression does it leave if they see future doctors passing out. So that's when we troop out to our cars and try not killing anybody on the road, on our drive back home.

So yeah, basically, the joke’s on us. Us happy troopers are not so happy anymore. No more friends. No more bitching sessions. No more hang outs. No more anything.

Something tells me this is going to be a long long lonnnnng year. Sigh.

Mary: Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias.

- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Ahh.... touche!

Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we've done to each other... Than I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago..

- Blood Diamond

Me me!! and a little more me. :D

Seven Things I want to do in life:
1) Be someone Allah would be proud of.
2) Accept and love myself for who I am.
3) TRAVEL TRAVEL TRAVEL.
4) Learn to play a guitar/ dance/ skate/ swim/ play tennis. I really do wanna learn how to swim.
5) Learn a few other languages. Become better at farsi and pushto.
6) Work hard at whatever I do become eventually. I wanna, really really wanna enjoy my job.
7) Not become a statistic. Ever. In anyway.

Seven Things I can do:
1) Wrap gifts.
2) Drive! He he. Not good at it though.
3) Shop for shoes. :D Yes I have excellent taste when it comes to shoes. So I gloat.
4) Obsess and fret and whine and complain.
5) Organize stuff.
6) Sleep for more then 8 hours. My maximum was 15 or 16 hours straight once.
7) Remember birthdays.

Seven Things I cant do:
1) Keep grudges. Seriously. Keeping grudges needs good memory. I dont have that so I forget most of the times what I was upset about. Besides my tantrums are usually a tidal deal. Comes and goes, no grudges.
2) Cook
3) Make a decent cup of tea. (lol at your scandalised look, but really. I dont drink tea so I never get the amount of tea, milk or sugar right.)
4) Hate people. Requires too much energy. Im ok with disliking them.
5) Sing.
6) Give good vivas.
7) Keep up pretenses.

Seven things I say the most:
1) Haina.
2) Lol! (in writing that is)
3) Acha suno.
4) Eeew
5) Khair.
6) Bloody hell
7) Elo

Seven Things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1) Looks (yep, Im that shallow and that honest)
2) Humor (he HAS to be funny)
3) Witty (without being a schmuck)
4) Kindness
5) Honesty
6) Humility
7) Good taste

Seven Celebrity Crushes:
1) Brad Pitt (obviously)
2) Guy (who keeps running and running) in String’s Video “Huey Anjaney kiyu”
3) Eric Bana
4) Lead Guy in the movie Step up
5) Adnan Siddiqui.
6) Jas Arora
7) Dont remember any other.

Ok so let's be honest!

Beautiful Stranger (over at Freak's Corner) tagged me, so here goes,

Six Weird things about me (unleash the craziness):

1) I do a happy dance whenever Im... well... happy. Also there is the happy/excited clapping when for some/whatever reason, I cannot execute my happy dance.
2) I eat rice with Naan.
3) I start laughing while telling a joke. In the middle. Before I get to the punch line. Most of the times I never even get to the punch line. The joke is just so bloody funny inside my head.
4) I snort coke in reverse. Also sprite. The coke mentioned is not the “coke” coke, but Coca cola coke. Drinking and driving is very dangerous. In my case, drinking and laughing together is very very dangerous. I cant laugh and swallow my drink at the same time, so it comes out of my nose instead. So if you get me laughing while I'm drinking something, I can do a whole show for you, with me coughing and snorting my drinking out. Yes I'm disgusting too. Its a rare talent I highly treasure.
5) I'm told, I used to sleep walk and talk a lot. Key word is used to. Most of it involved, getting up in the middle of the night and getting ready for school. Then one of my sisters or my mum would make me change my uniform and drag me to bed. What can I say. I loved school. :D
6) I use a lot of blanko while writing and stuff. I think I have OCD. I have this overwhelming need for my writing to be symmetrical, neat and tidy. Yes, I am crazy.

My comeback was supposed to be happy and energetic. But my new motto, "no more drama" allows me no venting in real life. So bear with me on the cyber-level.

So no the world is not ending. I'm happy and energetic even if it is 5 in the morning and mum's hissing at me from her bed. Just a few thoughts I had to pen down before I skipped merrily away to bed.

Yes. Life is good.

I never saw this coming. This was not supposed to happen. I don't know what to do anymore. We were supposed to be the Golden Girls (with our boys). What we had was supposed to last. We were all supposed to graduate, get married together, have kids, have our weekend brunches, our annual getaways, and our kitty parties. We were supposed to grow old together.

And now you guys dont even wanna see each other's faces. You've gone ahead and ruined it all for the rest of us. All I have is memory of thirteen wonderful years to look back to and now, you're managing to ruin even that for me. Thank you so frikkin' much.

And stop asking me to choose. Im caught in the middle. I never asked to be here. All you stupid asses with your mega egoes that doesn't let you work things out with your childhood friends. You are all morons. All of you. Jahil, idiot log.

Get back to me if this makes sense to you.

I've spent the better part of the last two to three years telling my mother I never want to come back and settle down in Q-town. Holidays and all is fine but settling here, no way. Even though I have grown up here, spent 18 yrs of my life here, I still have my reasons for not wanting to come back here. (So dont judge me... )

So yeah, Ive told my mum this over... and over... and over. Only this time did I realize that maybe being so vocal about it was not such a good idea. She's the one who has spent the most time here, in this city, amongst these people, away from her own family, and now, away from all of her daughters. Today she rebelled and refused to get me a ticket for my flight back to karachi. It was initially funny. But then, I tried thinking from where she stood. And it didn't feel all that good. So Dear God, point taken. Keep my mum happy and I shall put a lid on my constant dismissal of what my mother regards as home.

Technicolor hunger!

Exams in two days... the count down begins... :D lets hope for the best. Will post some more after 18th during my viva break. Till then, today's funny is:

Sana: I woke up and was really hungry. I didn't understand why till I remembered dreaming about eating Khalaz dahi phulkiz.

I say a little prayer for you..

Yes, I'm still alive. Keep checking for updates.

My family and other animals...

One of my favourite cousins (in a long list of favourites): Furqy Baby

Disclaimer (before my uncle finds my blog and comes after me for calling his son an animal): The cutie patootie upar is not an animal and even if he is, its just a little monkey. And all that mess is entirely his own handiwork although I found out that giving him a plate full of chips, in some way, encouraged him. And then they blame me for spoiling kids. Hmph.

Yes, Im bored. I dont wanna study anymore :(

Just sad, but thats life

I love comics. My current favourites are Questionable content and Patches. In patches, Im not even sure what the two things are (hamsters , I suppose?) but its a great comic.

So, bored from stupid Commed, I came online and was looking through its archive when I came across this panel.

It reminded me of my grand father. Yeah, a comic reminded me of my grand father, although for some reason, I've been missing him a lot since the last couple of weeks.

So, if I haven't told you before, here is the low-down. My grand father (nana/mum's father) died a few years ago, on 5th January, 2003, to be exact. He had a stroke. Was on the floor when my aunt and grand mum (nani ma) found him. For three days, he was unconcious and drugged in the hospital and then he died. No good byes, no nothing. He went away just like that.

So a while ago when I was going through the Patches archive and I came across this comic, the first thing it reminded me of was my grand father. We all did our grieving for our own private loss four years ago. We are all still doing that in our own different ways. My mum's become hypertensive, my grand mother aged a hundred years all of a sudden. Like I said, everyone is still grieving in one way or another for their own private losses that came around with his death.

But for the first time, in almost 4 years since his death, I wonder what he felt, what he went through in the last four days of his life. I wonder what he was thinking right before his stroke. I wonder what he was going through when he fell down on the floor. I wonder what he felt when he couldn't speak a single word properly (because of paralysis) when my grand mother tried talking to him. I wonder what he went through at the hospital those three days, where his mind was while he was unconcious. I wonder if he knew he was going to die. I wonder if he had any thought left unsaid, any thing left undone, any wish left unfulfilled. I wonder if he had any regrets.

I miss him. I hope he didn't go through a lot of pain. And I hope he knew how much we all loved him. And I hope he is in Allah's good books and enjoying His mercy.

Muah ha ha haa.... Im loving it!! :D

Lol, ha ha!! Latest on American mid-term elections, check this out... he he

Is tarah ki baaton mey is tarah to hota hai :D

Among other news, my 3 and a half year old cousin is going to take over the word with his wit. We shall refer to him as Almost Famous here, well, because he is a TV star yaar.

Scene: Eid Day 1

Act 1: Almost Famous collecting eidi and pocketing it.
My mum: Thats a lot of money. Can I have some too?
Almost Famous: (looking down at his pocket zipper) it says here that take eidi from other people, put it in here but dont take any money out and give it to anyone else.

Act 2: After collecting a lot of eidi.
Almost Famous, feeling very rich and benevolent, announces: I will give a little money to whoever dances the best.
My grandmother nearly fainted.

Act 3: At dinner, his mum told him to sit quietly and have his dinner without talking.
Chicki was sitting almost 10 people away from him. She laughed at something I said.
Almost Famous: Baji ap baatein mat karein, khana khayein.

After 5 minutes, he started arguing with my dad about the concept of being Batman, Spiderman and Superman all at once.
Chicki: Almost Famous, you were telling me to have my dinner quietly aur ab app khud batein kar rahey ho.
Almost Famous: Mey baatein to nahi ka raha, mey to Bhai Jaan ko samjha raha hoon.

(N.B: My Dad is 56. He is also the most intimidating person Ive known in my life. My aunts and uncles call him Bhai Jaan. Almost Famous, 3 and a half years old, also calls him Bhai Jaan. Go figure. I have a weird family. My mum's inlaws call her Bhabi. My cousins also started calling her bhabi. Their mums were mortified and my cousins were strictly told to call her aunty. They said ok. Now they call her Bhabi Aunty.)

Act 4: Argument about super heroes culminated in a fight. Almost Famous had to be physically removed by his mother into another room. My dad went to check on him after a while.
Almost Famous: Ap andar mat ayein. I am still upset at you.

Notice the pattern? Yes, one day he will take over the world. And apparently, he has decided to start with my dad.
Note to self: Be nice to Hitler when he comes around calling for Almost Famous.

All roads lead to heaven...

I have a yellow sponge bob pencil. Cute! Also, I am cute because I smell like strawberries and melon right now (courtesy of the new moisturizer from mum). Apparently, insects and mosquitoes think so too; they've been biting me since last night. Which is not a good thing since there is a dengue fever epidemic going on nowadays.

I have all my worms mixed up. Dont you make faces at me. We, med-students, study disgusting stuff to treat you with your disgusting aliments. So says the bitch high on caffeine at the mo.

My commed book is a comedy. I shall post some excerpts from the reproductive health chapter (you with your faces again. We are all adults here :P) if you promise not to report my blog for indecent content. That reminds me. Forensic was pretty retarded too. But that was mostly a retarded subject. Commed is a retared course book.

Something I heard on FM 101, that made me smile at 3:30 am on chaand raat:

Tumharey lams ki hiddat nahi toh yaqeen jano, zindagi tham si gayi hai.