Thursday, June 30, 2005


Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a f**k It's not your birthday!

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Wowzer. I finally know what a nervous breakdown feels like. Not good i tell you. Not good at all. Heads still woozy as an "enemy" put it. Some whack stories I heard before my break: So theres this school called Progressive English School here. Indian Syllabus, separate shifts for boys and girls. Mornin for girls, afternoon for boys. Extra classes are mixed. In comes the annoying economics teacher. Extra class. 12th grade. She switches off the a/c. Why? "I'm economizing" WHY? "Well see, you girls wear all these short skirts and economize, so I'm doing my share" So dude at the back gets majorly annoyed at her reasoning, he takes of his shoe and throws it on the teachers face, Bam, right on her face :-D LMAO! WHAT A LUNATIC! Annoying teacher is embarassed for sure. Picks up shoe and takes it to principls office. Next eco extra class, that guy is not in class. He's standing outside the classroom, with his shoe against the glass panel in the door. Everyone starts to giggle. Teacher looks back. figures. Goes up to the door, open it and says: "Class, this is an example of a retard." Kid gets embarassed, takes his shoe and runs away. NEXT eco extra class, theres graffiti outside the classroom wall. "Ziada bolo gay to munh pay joota parhay ga" *** Now, we've bugged teachers too... a lot... but... :-| if this is whack... get a load of this SAME SCHOOL, 12th GRADE Bio Extra Class... In comes male instructor and sees DICK written on the board really huge. He starts to rub ith off with the duster, continuosly looking back at the boys. Then he starts to teach. Next day, instructor comes in to see dick written again in even larger letters. He starts rubbing it off again. voice at the back of the calls pipes out: "The more you rub it, the larger it gets" :-| At work place (sardaar jee jokes are for real!) With apologies to all sardaars... :-) colleague on the phone: "Hi, is this Mr Singh?" "Yes" "Good morning Mr. Singh" "No no ma'am BALWINDER Singh jee!" :eyeroll: The same day me and the same colleague enter the elevator on the ground floor to go to the third floor (thats where our office is). A sardaar comes running in as the door closes. So we open the door for him. He comes in and first thing he asks is, "Is this going up?" Liek DUDE coudlnt u see that big arrowfacing uwards outside which was blinking! And where ELSE will it go from the ground floor. I'm willing to forgive this one tho, we dont think right when in a hurry :-D *** Oh and you must have read this joke before, but it really happened. Serious type of sardaar jee, sitting. Gora boss passes by and asks casually, "Oh relaxing?" Saradar jee gets annoyed and says,"No it's Sukhvinder Singh!" Haha, happened at a friends office. So you see, sardaar jee jokes DO have an origin! *** Hmmm, ok, can't think of any more real life funnies. If you're bored sit with ur siblings and try to recall all the times u havebeen slapped by your parents as kids and why. You'll realize that u weren't even present when the other one got slapped 70% of the time. Heh. Was asking my youngest sis, shes 13, about how many times she sbeen slapped. And I wasnt present on any single one of those moments. :-| I'm glad tho she was laffin recalling each one of those moments. We all realized that each time she got into trouble it was coz of my youngest brother who JUST turned 18 :D Havent been out with friends for two weeks now... otherwise i would have more funnies :-)

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Lucifer will be right back after a short* commercial break. *(The sort of short commercial breaks u have on PTV during their EID transmissions) Remember, even if Gods forsaken you, Lucifer still loves you :P (OMG! dont freak, that was just a joke! im not a satan worshipper! Sheesh!)

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

B'day Shouts

Daan Waan Winnie Div Rasha Saba CaptainHook Nido Faizy Mana Mona Caro Tasha's Mom Jon MY MOM! anymore june/july bdays?

kutta ( kisam ka) dog

Sunday, June 19, 2005


So I met up with V and a few other friends today.. just one of those random meet ups... "im bored" "so am i" "ok lets go out" "where?" "i dunno, im bored and i need to get out" "alright, you call A ,B and C and I'll call D, E and F up" "Alright, bye" F up? LOL! That was unintentional! I'm not having that "weird" feeling anymore about her and that dude anymore. I guess all i needed was to spend some time with her. Don't know why tho. But I'm glad. Was talkin to this 17 year old at work today who part times here. While coming back from lunch our conversation went something like this... Me: [...] hence, she hates her parents to extreme. Don't understand how parents can beat the shit out of their kidz and then abandon them... Her: Well I hate my parents too, its normal. Me: Yourz is a different case. Almost all teenagers hate their parents. Her: My parents beat me up too. I get beaten up everyday. Me: ... I just stood there staring at her... the lift's door opened and closed, I couldn't be bothered. I was pissed off at quite a few people.. There's only so much one can take.. after that u gotta show em the mirror... but its no use.. u know they'll never see thru ur point... or thru themselves... sigh. Dads health has been really really low lately.. and its freaking me out.. There's just been too much tension... my mom being stupid enuf to give him some bad news too.. his best frien dgetting his son engaged and not even inviting him... he lives just the road across! my sister was at the engagement just coz shes friends with the girls younger sister! I'm to blame for his health tho, i gave him paadol to eat over an empty stomach coz he was running a really high fever at night a few days back... ...he told me its my fault... and then this... D telling me about her parents... i couldn't take it anymore... i doubt if i believe in the existence of God anymore either... no wait.. i do believe in his existence.. but i don't think he cares and i dont wanna buy the BS story of being treated right in our after life.. its just a totally fucked up theory... all the prophets who were tested by allah actually were given lots of luxury before it.. apparently only back then god decided to show his existence... i dont care how hard tests he put up in front of his prophets.. he was nice to them too... this is all BS... and don dont even think of lecturing me on religion.. i wont even bother to read... D has been working for two weeks with us now. She's the most lively person around. The record was previously held by me. But her age beat me at it. Sweet 7teen :) She's filled with stories and the "i dont care attidude" even tho she does but she knows she can get away by saying that just coz shes 7teen. heh. There are times when she's come up to me and asked "hey why do u keep staring at me that way" LOL "Coz u remind me of what i USED to be. And i just cant figure for the life of it how i became what i am right now. I'm not me anymore." No one, not a single soul who's met her could have ever figured the hell this lively young woman went thru every single day of her life. Her: My mom and dad beat me up for the slightest tiniest mistake we make. You see this mark on my eyebrow? Me: ... (Yeah, I've been wanting to ask you about it. But I assumed you prolly just got a cut for the same reason i have similar ones. We're hyper kidz. Looks like its a different story all together... i thought u would have some hilairiuous crazy and stupid story onhw u managed to hit ur head onto something...) Her: Once i had really high fever, hence i didnt wake up for school the next day, it was understood that i wasnt going to be attending it. My parents obivously knew about it. Come morning and my younger sister couldn't find her comb, so she asked me thrice. Each time I told her i didn't know. The fourth time she asked me to look it up for her to which i told her that i couldn't be bothered, im sick, go find it yourself. Next thing i know my father is in my room beating me up, i turn around and just ask him: "Why are you beating me?" to which he responds: "you dont know?" and continues to beat me. then he held me by my hair and hit my head on a protusion in the wall, hence the cut. Me: ... Her: My parents just need an excuse... my dads been beating me upwith his leather belts ever since i can remember... once my mom beat me up with this huge spoon we get for making [insert name of some indian dish i dont remember]. Its a huge square shaped metal spatula. Sharp corners and all. My mom hit me right on top of my head with it. I started to bleed really bad. After three days when the bleeding didn't stop i went to the hospital and got sticthes. Me: ... Her: You know the bailan we use for making chapatis? MY mom always beats meup with that... numerous bayluns have broken in my home. Every year we go to india we bring 2-3 of them. They just keep breaking on me. Me: ... And right now my hands feel to weak to type anymore. Recalling this conversation has left me feeling even more of a nervous wreck. I adore that girl. She's LIFE personified. She had many more gruesome "incidents" i can not get myself to type.. YESTERDAY.. just yesterday i was gonna write about her... about how she is so full of life.. about how she reminds me of how lifeless i've become... and how i've started getting all emotional over what people think of me.. and ish... about what i used to be... Independent in my mind... free... larger than life... not in a materialistic sense... its a bit complicated... but yes... larger than life... and her ei am today... typing about her.. . but something totally different... in less than 10 minutes... everything changed... i wish i could just take her home with me... away from that hell hole called home... if wishes were horses... if religion really was magic.. where every good wish came true... if like really was a fairy tale where good always won... if god really cared... too much blasphemy eh? i was suggested swearing. but i thought i'd go a step forward. im just so pissed off. im just feeling so helpless. coz no one can do anything for her... or her younger sister... it took all the strength i had just not to fall apart i'm trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart... Happy Bday Winston! :-) May u always remain invincible ;-) (You owe me pics of that ass!) over and out...

Friday, June 17, 2005

Shout outs

riiiiiiiiiight. now im in a great mood. Slept after Fajr yesterday. Woke up at 10am. :-| Got myself the book White Mughal by William Dalrymple, gonna start reading it today. the time now is 6:09 PM :-|
It took all the strength I had Just not to fall apart I'm trying hard to mend the pieces Of my broken heart And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself I used to cry But now I hold my head up high i love this version of the song by Cake. If oyu havent figured out asyet, its I Will Survive. It was playin on MTV and i just HAD to d/l it. Awesome track this one... by Cake of course. It's my fave version of the song. Weird day. A friend announces that she and this other guy we knew have been dating for 9 months now. Hey we respect privacy. And prefer things to be announced when one is sure themselves. But, someone i just cant get this to settle in my head. I just can not imagine the two of them together. I dunno. Theres nothing wrong with the guy. But... Oh maan... shes such a sensible girl.. awesome... so i know she'll make the right decision in this case... but somehow i just cant figure how it works out.. god... i hope it works out fine all the way. I tol her out loud that she was BSing and "you and her HAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT ITS HAPPENING!" Oh god. I've never felt THIS way before. And its disturbing me a LOT. I get bugged when i cant figure it out right or cant see the logic behind it. And thats whats happened here too. He was with us for a few semesters here, then he transferred of to the US.. and thats when he proposed her on his bday.. whatever... so from all the tim ethat we spent with him he .. i mean... omg... i just hate this.. im about ot get a headache... i just wanna scream out loud and tell the girl shes outta her mind... but i know its me whose actually outta her mind. I just hope i can contain this to myself until i sort it out... i've already told her tho that... its gonna take me sometime to settle with this... i'm glad shes the sort who keeps her private life private... and im SO glad hes not in town right now... coz it would have been MAJORLY weird. Guess i'm just too protective of her and never saw him as the best thing possible for her. No where close to it. can see them cracking jokes the whole day together... but in love? that sound slike a bloody joke in itself. Sure... now ppl are gonna og on with all the "you fall in love with the person u least expect urself to" i know all that ish dammit. i just did not see them fall in love... which is why it seems so weird i guess. argh whatever funny how when told to guess this other friend of mine immediately took that guys name. I looked at him and laughed. I seirously thought he was joking. HE on the other hand was serious and said he ALWAYS knew there was somethign going on (when, back then, there really wasn't anythign going on. except that heliked her and we all knew it) WHEN AND HOW THE HELL DID SHE FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM! Lots of CRAPPY stuff happened today but im not gonna rant abotu any of this. Useless stuff. This on the other hand is about a erson i really admire, respect and love. Her happiness i always pray for. Her happiness i believe is DESERVED coz of the very person she is. BUT... $%$@%*@%(@$))$ @#$@#!$#!$$$DERGRE* T$TG ' tgvmgfit4uw58 us4epk4'dY% 5tY%^$ RG br5eyg BFRY%E %&Y DFTGF 45e u7yFDYhfc r5d AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

do the moonwalk

michael jackson acquitted. YEAY! I'm an MJ fan! No ones created anything close to the moonwalk. When we were kidz... he was a SUPERSTAR! :-) Always will be. Everybody do the break dance!