Monday, May 31, 2004
cyclomatic complexity
to be able to express yourself without fear of mockery or disdain is a gift in itself.
Misha
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Hungaami Halaat
8:01 am - Misha is Gently Woken up.
8:05 am - Zzzzzz...
8:10 am - Misha is persuasively Re-awakened by appeals to reason.
8:12 am - To hell with reason. Misha returns to dreaming about mountains made of cotton candy.
8:17 am - Misha is on the receiving end of a rude awakening via the old 'tilt the matress' trick.
8:30 am - Misha is ready to go!
8:45 am - Birds are singing, sand is flying and Misha is on her way to summer class.
8:57 am - Park towers route to Uni is resolutely blocked by policemen. Misha decided to go around the evil men getting in the way of her education.
9:05 am - Misha admits she is lost in the little lanes around the Uni.
9:11 am - Misha reaches petrol pump route to University, finds one half blocked. Enters anyway.
9:13 am - Misha enters university. Meets classmates and has a short but passionate discussion of bomb blasters and how they should be dealt with.
9:29 am - Misha, being a responsible CR, check in on the teacher. Teacher is stuck in Hyderabad. Everyone (all three students) are advised to go home. Misha calls home and demands a ride back home in a bratty fashion.
9:50 am - Misha amuses herself by reading grades of total strangers on bulletin board and is happy to see her own are not posted anymore, for some strange reason.
9:56 am - Misha reacquaints herself with the uni labs as mum gives her a missed call, indicating her arrival.
10:07 am - Misha is back home and attempting to recapture lost sleep.
10:26 am - Misha gives up sleep as a lost cause and comes online to find some amusement.
Misha
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Sunday, May 30, 2004
NAHHEEEEEEEE!!!!
iPod has gone screwy on me. Refuses to turn on. Maybe a hard whack'll do the trick...
Nope, still clinically dead. I hate the moisture laden air around here! Let's hope it works tomorrow, all on its own. Waqar, if you're reading this, HELP!
Misha
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huzzah!
Inspired by nagging friends and TD's Dunkin adventures, I shall deign to get off my arse and spend the whole day out shopping at the Forum and having electric lemonade at Timeout. Been a while since we had a good ol' chit-chat session with the girls. Sure beats watching Resident Evil on o2.
The best news I've heard so far (although the day is young) is that we may not be moving after all, which is such a relief because I love this pile of bricks more than I care to admit. Despite the migraine hovering around the edges of my temples, this could be a good day! :D
Edit: Good food, laughing like mad women and a game of billiards to end the day. Not a bad way to end the week.
Misha
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Saturday, May 29, 2004
Inevitably, summers end up being a blur of days so simmilar to one another and so spent in the persuit of fruitless pleasures that it gets hard to tell one from the other, and inevitably, I end up forgetting the day of the week, which isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things but gives you an idea of why I long for summer all year as I slave, okay mildly exert myself, at the university, and then grow bored within a month of its arrival.
Misha
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Thursday, May 27, 2004
Everyone I've ever asked about this has memories of their childhood. I, on the other hand, have no real recollection of life before puberty, it seems. My parents regale friends and relatives with stories about the strange things I got upto while growing up and the bizarre things I said, nicknames I bestowed upon aunts and the like, but I have no recollection of any of it. The closest I can come to explaining it is that it seems as if conscious thought began for me at 16 and before that, I was... without thought. I remember certain incidents: a teacher telling my mum my notes are always incomplete because I copy too slowly from the board, my math teacher consoling me in the third grade after I burst into tears of frustration at my complete inability to solve simple sums, playing hopscotch with friends, watching people around me auditioning for the school play, getting into trouble with my best friend (whose aunt, incidentally was the head of the secondary section at my school) and running in terror from my 'pet' dog. These incidents seem like memories of a television show: incidents I saw but did not feel, and I most certainly don't remember what I was thinking or feeling during these incidents. Detached memories, if that makes any sense.
Misha
at Thursday, May 27, 2004
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Who says Microsoft is evil? Just spent an hour playing with this drawing tool integrated into my MSN messenger. Scaring people by sending weird self-drawn pictures is more fun that you'd imagine it to be. I should probably mention that I have the hand-eye coordination of a four year old when it comes to drawing, which is the reason why most people think I've sent them a picture of a cockroach when I actually made the person in question's face.
Misha
at Thursday, May 27, 2004
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Blame yourself or blame me, it's still just us that are to blame. Blame them, blame us, we're still all animals. Sit around and talk about it. Wait for the next blast, wipe the bits of people we didn't know off our faces and start talking again. When it finally hits you that it could be you next time, either run away or walk and wait to die a pointless death.
In this, the story of my life, I am the protagonist, therefore I cannot possibly die. How can the story progress without me? How can the world but stop? I forget though, for each one of us, everyone else is expendable. To someone else, I am expendable in the fight for whatever good they believe they're fighting for.
I prefer the word struggle more than fight. Struggle implies something has hold of you and you want to get rid of it. You are the attackee and you are struggling against your oppressor. The word fight implies that you may be the aggressor. You may well have initiated the attack, and the demons that are attacking you may be in your head, but you lash out against the externals. Isn't it time you realized that all those demons you think you're fighting against really are inside you? Stop killing innocents when you're the one who's fucked up and needs to be put out of your misery.
Misha
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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Screenshots from Peter Pan, the DVD I finally bought yesterday:
Misha
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Monday, May 24, 2004
Head feels heavy today, mainly due to lack of sleep. Was up till three am talking with siblings about the memories that we had, now that we might be leaving this house as well. I never realized we had such a bizarre childhood, what with being told to jump off large cabinets, hogging swing sets, running from a giant pet dog and getting all sorts of injuries possible for kids to get. After moving so much, you learn not to get too attached to houses, although I do admit I pictured this one being the place I returned to after marriage and when I was old.
My siblings agree with me: love equals temporary (and in some cases, permanent) insanity and should be treated by applying a football helmet to said person's head. Also found out that A and H, henceforth referred to as the Moronic Duo, actually go to the library to scope out the girls and ask my little sister to effectively pimp for them by making friends with the girl and talking them up to her. Vowing to kick their asses when next I see them, I have told Maira to give them both a swift kick in the nuts next time they do that because 20 year old guys who need a 16 year old girl to go a-pimpin' for them don't seem to have much need for their balls anyway.
Misha
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Sunday, May 23, 2004
I remember when Sundays used to be fun.
Apparently, the new Noori video is out and playing every ten minutes on The Musik. I have a feeling I'll regret this after I see the video, but I shall turn on The Musik nonetheless. More when I get to see it (Heaven help us).
12 minutes later: "Every ten minutes" was a severe exaggeration. So far, I've seen some "Baba" character's video twice. It would probably be an interesting song if you could actually understand what the guy's saying. Also just saw "Mai name is Jashann! ... Dj Jashann!". There needs to be a 'straight-face test' for these peoples videos to go on air. The test should be that if five people can watch the video with a straight face, it should be allowed to air. If not, scrap it! Speaking of laugh-worthy moments, we have an unlikely contender for Abrar and his "You don't seem to know I love you Bay-baaaaay!" lyrics: Jawad Ahmed. Shorn locks are an improvement but what's with the bursting into English halfway through the song?
Also saw "Kitni Sadiyaan" at last and yes, vocals do suck at places. While watching I had the idea that Ahmed Jehanzaib (who wants to go 'rock'), should take over load vocals for Mizraab. The vocals would not suck anymore, and to appease Rameez and company, with a little make-up, I think Ahmed Jehanzaib could pass for Faraz Anwar.
Misha
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Saturday, May 22, 2004
Back to the mundane. Was called up by the uni receptionist yesterday and asked to show up for an interview for the media club at nine in the morning. Pleased at being singled out (as usual), I show up at nine am on the dot, only to find that apparently I'm the only one in Karachi who's even remotely punctual. Luckily, four others from my class showed up soon after. Three hours of mildly-stale food, uncountable Coca-colas and incessant loud chatter later, my turn for the interview finally arrives. Think I aced it, surprisingly, since I was contemplating just leaving after the second hour for a brief moment, partly because of nervousness and partly because I'd had enough of the utter disregard for my time. Turns out all five of us from my class made it, out of which at least one is definitely joining. I, meanwhile, am still suffering from indecisiveness, always helped by Mum and aunt ("you'll never get anywhere by being so lazy!", "it's a good thing, why are you too lazy to take advantage of it?", and various other just as-subtle means of nagging). Finally, in an uncharacteristic burst of decisiveness, I decided to go for it. Worst comes to worst, they'll make me a director or camera(wo)man and I'll do a horrible job and everyone will know I'm useless with a camera of any kind, right? No harm done, then.
PS: If anyone remotely religious is reading this, say a little prayer for my cousin, the unluckiest idiot this side of the world (the unluckiest idiot on the other side of the world would be Bill Clinton). Poor kid came down with a serious case of typhoid/jaundice just in time for his O level exams last summer and was unable to graduate on to A-levels because of it. This year, as he prepared to take his O-levels again, turns out he needs a hernia operation, in which case he will be likely be prevented from taking his exams again by either the pre-operation pain or the post-operation recuperation process.
Wow, that's a sizable chunk of the mundane. And here I was thinking I had nothing to write about today.
Misha
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Friday, May 21, 2004
I can't do this shit anymore. I cannot sit around and be responsible for people. I cannot be the mouthpiece of people too fucking lazy to call up the person in question and talk directly to them. I refuse to be the damn scapegoat when something goes wrong or someone is not informed about the changed timings of so and so class because they're too stupid to check their email regularly. What am I supposed to do, call you up at home and spoonfeed you direction to class?
And apparently, some dheed idiots refuse to comprehend that 'away' means 'do not disturb me, dammit!'. CR does not equal public servant/personal nanny/phone operator/mouthpiece. Fortunately, I have a really good excuse for getting out of it next semester. Who'd have though flunking a course would have any benefits at all?
Misha
at Friday, May 21, 2004
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How can anyone knock sleep? After a full twelve hours (yes, half a day) of fitful sleep, I feel brand new again. Almost.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
How simple are those four lines yet they move me. Especially now. Thinking about ALVIS, that guy on the Ep Forum I didn't even know, but can relate to so much, especially his end. What must it be like to have a father who cares for you so little that he would kill you? Now I know. A few years ago I had a dream that my father was shoving me off a balcony. I told my mother, who laughed and promptly related it to my dad, who was confused.
Misha
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Thursday, May 20, 2004
Is it just me or is the phrase "broken wings"
far too overused in songs?
Misha
at Thursday, May 20, 2004
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If you're really unlucky, there comes a point in your life where you are unable to derive any joy whatsoever from any part of your life, or any thing or person in it. That's the point where you have to stop and ask yourself, 'Is this really worth it after all?". Is it worth becoming an old bag of misery for all around you just to plough on with life, all the while subconsciously (or maybe not so subconsciously) wish it would end? Some would say that life is a gift from God and it's not upto us to squander it or throw it back in his face via a slit wrist or two. Hell, I used to be one of those people. I still am, I think. For the longest time, it was like a strange invisible little merriment cloud was floating over my head everywhere I went. In the strangest of places I could and would find something amusing to take my mind off my latest source of misery, or just the old, prolonged thorn in my side that never goes away. Recently, the cloud muttered 'blow me!' and huffed off. Because no matter how sunshine-y I may try to keep my outlook on life, it ends up the same.
This isn't the way it was supposed to be. None of it.
Misha
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Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Why is it people who know extra languages feel the need to use them in geeneral conversation in front of people who do not? Is it just to make the third person feel left out, paranoid or inferior?
Misha
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Tuesday, May 18, 2004
People need to stop coming up to me and telling me about so and so new game out in the market that has 'tight' graphics. Gameplay is what makes a good game. Super Mario, the Monkey Island series, the Resident Evil series, Age Of Empires, neither of these games has graphics worth writing home about. What they do have is really well-developed gameplay that makes your mom drag you off the PC after five hours of constant gaming at 4 in the morning.
Speaking of which, Death Rally, one of my all-time favorite games is what I'm addicted to these days. It's great to have a racing game that doesn't only ask you to beat the other cars in the race, but also kick their asses and cause all your opponents to explode in mid race so that you're the winner by default. Also, there are always certain 'sponsors' who are willing to pay you to ensure that a certain racer doesn't reach the finish line. Now
that's addictive gameplay!
Another thing I find very strange are sports games. If I sit on my ass all day playing FIFA 2003, doesn't it defeat the actual point of sports, i.e. getting off my ass and going outside and playing?
Misha
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Sunday, May 16, 2004
Two courses' results up so far, and they're not bad. Yet.
I have nothing else to write about except sleep deprivation and eye rubbing, neither of which sounds remotely interesting even to me, so I'll be shutting up, for now anyway. Today is the big day: PC gets a formatting. It's similar to a bath, and, much like giving someone a bath, you'd pass along the buck if you could, hence Tallo-boy (strange deviant-like fiend who resides directly below me) shall be summoned to do it for me. Farewell, Adobe Photoshop! Who knows when we shall meet again or if I even have the installation CD lying around anymore. Unfortunately this also means that the cable guy will not come and configure the LAN settings until monday at the very least, so "hello television, my old friend" may end up being the theme for this weekend.
Maddox's Review of the movie SignsMisha
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Saturday, May 15, 2004
It is a testament to how serious kids are about their studies, and especially their results, these days that today, at 7 pm sharp, the SZABIST website will have the highest number of hits ever in the history of the poor site. Near six thousand keyboard-happy yet trembling fingers will be, at regular (and short) intervals, pressing Cntl+R keys and nearly as many eyes will be glued to the monitor as this goes on. The reason? The results for all the programs at SZABIST will be posted
on the website (tarikki ho gayi hai) at exactly 7 pm today, which means around 9 pm, if go you by Pakistani Standard Time.
It is also a testament to the intensity of these kids' desires to pass that has God a hotline for prayers, you would not be able to get a word through tonight, amid the hasty promises to do this, that and the other is Allah Mian would just give them an A. What difference these last minute prayers make when the result's already been decided and most likely already updated on the website, only God knows.
Misha
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My PC has been attacked by a virus. I suppose it was long overdue since mine's been fighting a valiant fight while PCs around me succumbed to the wave after wave of viruses created for fun by some computer geek in a corner of Malaysia. It's a sad life when people you don't even know are thinking up ways to get into your computer just for the heck of it.
There was a Media Talent Hunt sort of thing at the uni today and, as the temp CR, it was my duty to lead by example and show up so that others would show up. Everyone was supposed to bring along examples of their 'talent', while I showed up empty handed. Hastily, I copies my old poems and the BB thingy onto a floppy, got a printout and showed it to the judge. He actually read all of it all the way through. Just as I was getting tired of staring at the walls and finishing counting the Oreos in the plate next to him for the fifteenth time, he looked up and commented that it was pretty dark and depressing. I just laughed it off, and soon he was done reading each and every word and I fled. Something about having something personal under the microscope in front of you that makes you want to run off.
Misha
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
Was browsing through templates for a more 'summer' look, preferably something orange but of the non-bliding variety, when I came across this and just couldn't resist. *beam*
Misha
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It would seem that even my sleeping positions have become a metaphor for my life. The position I am comfortable with (right side) is not the one that is 'natural' to me (stay with me, this is leading somewhere, I promise!) since it barely takes ten minutes for me to switch right back to sleeping on my back again. The position that feels natural (back) is the one that makes me uncomfortable, hence a re-switching to the right side follows. And so on.
The point of this prattling was not to invoke nasty yet titilating images in cmpfg's mind or bore people to death, but to point out how overthinking and loking for some hidden meanings in every single thing can slowly drive you insane. And not the fun, Lenny Kravitz-insane, but the bizarre Van Gogh-insane.
Misha
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Now that I am able to get back to my pre-semester lazy, do-nothing existence, Thursdays are fast becoming my favorite day of the week, telly-wise. First up, the vapid yet hugely entertaining
American Idol 3. What's with those wierd Ford "commercials" the producers keep making the finalists do, though? I've never watched the Americal Idol series before, so I don't know why nobody else seems to complain about it being cheesy and bizarre. Maybe they're all used to it by the third season?
Anyhow, once AI3 is out of the way begins my absolute favorite television show of all time:
Buffy.
Most people diss the show, as I myself would diss movies with female leads whose primary purpose seems to be to a)kick ass like no ordinary female possibly could and b)show as much cleavage as possible and throw in a few shots of the rear sqeezed into really tight "bad-ass" leather pants for good measure. Buffy, however, is much more than the pure fluff it would appear to be, nor is it the monster show where the female leads run shrieking towards the top floor of the house to escape the man walking very slowly with a knife. Khair, enough of sounding like a commercial for the show, but I will say it's worth a watch. Then comes Angel, the Buffy spinoff. Darker, but almost as entertaining as the original show.
Running in my head: Maroon 5 - This Love and Rafi - Chand Mera Dil.
Misha
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Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Exile
Posted: Wed May 12, 2004 7:57 pm Post subject: I have got The Video
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i have the video of american be-headed ..anyone interested plz give me a PM .... i will send it to you ..
What kind of a depraved, sick fuck would someone have to be to go around distributing videos of a man getting his head cut off? I run out of words describing what a wretched world this has become when the youth have so much hatred in their hearts that they cheer as they watch a man being decapitated and distribute videos to others so they can cheer along.
Misha
at Wednesday, May 12, 2004
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Constantly running around in my head: "Spectacular, Spectacular" and "Like A Virgin" from Moulin Rouge.
Misha
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Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Just when you think life's going alright, it turns around and bites you on the ass. It's wierd how all these things that you wouldn't think would ever happen to you actually do happen to you.
Misha
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Monday, May 10, 2004
Having a 17-year old boy running out of my front door screaming "Auntieee, Meri Izzat!" probably isn't the best way to make friends in the neighbourhood.
Misha
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Sunday, May 09, 2004
My cat is the devil.
Picture this: guests are over and he wanders into the living room, sits right at the centre so that everyone's forced to look at him and go "kitni pyaari billi hai!". On cue, up goes the leg and Sheru begins to lick his privates. I swear this cat is a reincarnation of the devil or something, the way he sneaks off with chicken legs from the kitchen and stashes them. That and the sneaking out twice a day to meet up with his lady love, the stray black billi downstairs.
Misha
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Saturday, May 08, 2004
A month ago: I will have my revenge. When you're old and weak and begging for breath after each coughing fit, I will stand there and watch you. I will watch you reach out and grab air. I will stand there and smile. Revenge is a dish best served cold and I can wait. The day will come when you listen to me subserviently and dare not voice your frustrations. On that day, I will slap you and watch you take it and I will be content.
You may cry, you may try to call your limbs that no longer work to take you away from me, but on that day, all else will fail you. Nobody will hear you as you cry out for mercy and even if they do, they will smile like I do.
So go ahead and do what you like while you still can. My day will come, and sooner than you think. Rest with the maggots.
Today: My own words fail me when I try to describe the extent of my hatred. Even that very word, hate, it sounds so weak to my ears. Like the poor man's version of what I am feeling right now. Cold, possibly-murderous rage may be closer, but just a bit. If every heathen gets one prayer answered, let this one me mine: kill. now. slowly.
Misha
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Just saw a couple of female VJs on The Musik that have reinforced my view that we need to shoot most of the VJs we have and start from scratch. Excerpts from the program:
VJ2: Caller, how big are you? (translated: how old are you?)
VJ1: Do you like talking, caller? (Caller would like to be a lawyer when she grows up, which naturally leads to this question)
My god, I remember when I wanted to be a lawyer ("liar?" cackled aunties, laughing at their own little jokes) and the same old lame joke would be passed around from distant relative aunty to distant relative uncle to closer relative aunty: "Misha kuch bolti toh hai nahi, lawyer ban ke kiya karegi?"
God, I wish I was adopted.
Misha
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Friday, May 07, 2004
Most people, upon hearing my views on love think I was either unlucky in love or am a scrooge who can't watch others be happy, but happy is such a relative term.
Most of my friends, upon falling in love, have gone from being three dimensional, interesting people to two dimensional characters who can't stop calling their other halves 'jaan'/'jaani' and SMSing their jaanies at all hours, even in the middle of a conversation with you. The cell rings and I walk to it but these people jump at the sound of their phone and literally run to answer it lest it be 'jaani' on the line. God forbid they should choose anyone over said 'jaani'. All in all, very depressing to watch. The equivalent of being on a road trip with good friends and having the person driving shove you all to the backseat to make room for some hitchhiker you just picked up five minutes ago.
Shit, if this is the way people in love act, I'd rather be the wierd old lady with the million cats. Sounds like a better existence than being someone's slave in the name of love.
Misha
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It's just never going to end, is it?
All those different from us in any way must die, right? Until we, the oh-so-pure chosen people of god are the only ones left. Only trouble is every single religious group believe they are the oh-so-pure chosen people of god.
So the way I see it, there's nothing much we can but wait for everyone on the planet to wipe each other out so that the dolphins can take over the running of earth. Shouldn't be long now since a small group of people are killed almost every half hour somewhere in the world.
Misha
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Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Quote of the day:
"Misha? Misha ab computer ki ho chuki hai" - mani in response to a phone call for me.
PS: Thanks to messing with the blog templates, I actually knew some html code needed to do moderately well in my Internet Programming exam. Somebody up there likes me. :)
Misha
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According to Einstien, genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. If that's the case, then in this damn heat, everyone in Karachi is a friggin genius.
Last exam over, yay! :D
Misha
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Tuesday, May 04, 2004
I can now identify with those snipers who stake out a building and shoot people one by one. Specifically, the KESC people. Four and a half hours of no electricty can do that to you. Thank god there's a bit of a cool breeze outside, otherwise I would have gone and jumped into the seaview water just to cool off.
Also discovered today is the fact that there is a limit to how long I can amuse myself lip-synching to Elvis songs while the neighbourhood is shrouded in darkness: three hours to be exact. After that I spotted the lovely full moon and decided to experiment with how it would look in a photo. Not quite what it looks like for real, it would seem.
Misha
at Tuesday, May 04, 2004
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Just saw The Fox and the Hound again. In addition to being one of my absolute favorite animated movies, it's just so heartbreaking that it makes me cry every single time I watch it. In my opinion, this movie is one of the most underrated Disney movies of all time. Cinderella shminderella.
Misha
at Tuesday, May 04, 2004
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The thing I hate about my mum is the needless secrecy. Even with the most insignificant things, the secrecy must be maintained. God forbid she should tell me what the plan is or what's going on. Unlike last time though, I have a bit of an idea what she's upto. It could include a possible trip to dubai, which is more than okay with me. The reason she wants to go and the subject of the secrecy is the scouting of possible eligible young men who are 'jaan-nay walay' of her family and friends for me.
Is it just me who is dragged through this insane ritual, kicking and dragging my heels, or does everyone have to go through this bull that we call a post-pubesence ritual? I remember the last one, "a doctor", gushed my mum's friend. Turns out the guy was actually a man, as in nearly thirty, complete with mullah-beard and, it would seem, complete lack of ability to speak or make eye contact. For the love of God, I'm the girl and I'm not sharmaofying, so why the hell are you?
It would seem my parents don't know shit about me if they think I can get along with a man who sharmaofies more than I do. Honestly, I'd probably drive the poor guy to his grave if he was that repressive. After that, it would be back to the horse fair to find me another stud. I detest our marriage system. Can't I be allowed to take my own goddamn time and find someone I can concievably marry and not bully to death in my own time? Say, by the time I'm *gasp* thirty?
On a lighter note, I do think I've managed to scare Abid a bit with certain excerpts and torture methods.
Misha
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Monday, May 03, 2004
"All we can hope for is a little happiness with small circle of friends with a couple people we love - and the rest of the world be damned." - From the book 'Twilight Eyes' by Dean Koontz
Misha
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Things that make me freak out (internally):
1) Small, closed spaces, thanks to claustrophobia.
2) The sight of blood or open wounds.
3) Public speaking.
4) No oxygen.
5) Drowning.
Misha
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*deep breath*
Free at last. This feels bloody good. A few days minus insults for not being a Junoon-nut should make this really sink in.
Misha
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Sunday, May 02, 2004
The last two weeks I've been knee deep in uni crap and, er, ankle deep in forum crap. I guess I needed this weekend to step away from it all just to get it all into proper perspective. What started it all was Mehar suddenly popped in at my doorstep when she was supposed to be in Wah (strange name, beautiful place). Since then, we saw five movies in 32 hours and had cake at Nando's, which I never was partial to anyway, a fact that continues to baffle my chocolat cake-addict friends.
Due to Mehar being starved for entertainment (the only thing entertaining to do in Wah is to stare at the trees and hope they break into synchronized song and dance sequences a la Indian movies), we went to the cineplex to see Freaky Friday, again. Light and funny, it's the perfect movie to recover from the forced cramming of facts into one's head.
Since she left early this morning, I've been watching Kill Bill volume 2 and playing Age of Empires 2 in turn. DAMN, It's good to be free! :D
Misha
at Sunday, May 02, 2004
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I'm so sick of all the negativity on the forums these days. It's like all we can ever do is bicker like idiots who think it makes a difference to anyone's opinions. I need a goddamn break from all this.
Misha
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