We live in troubled times, my friend.

So there was this bomb blast at marriot in Islamabad.
so like, 60 people were killed.
so like, the VIP's of the Great Republic of Pakistan who were convening at a meeting not too far off had only this to say, ' Hey! Atleast no VIP's were hurt!'
*high fives all around*

yes let us all commend you for gallant attempts at saving humanity. Bravo!!!!


note to self, next time ur feeling playful, do not try and unleash the feeling by getting all huggy huggy and squishy squishy and kissy kissy and come-'ere-lemme-tickle-u with a 4 year old kid who goes to a school with germ/flu-infested kids and just might be carrying those lucky little bugs with him.
oh yes, eek, i have his cooties now.
and i am sick.
Again!

cough cough sneeze .

on a not-so-lighter note, they're driving him up the wall to insanity, just like they did to me, except i ran away but i know him like i know every crevice in my palm that he won't be able to fight this off and he will be twice as broken and half as healed.
and its going to start the goddamn cycle all the effin hell over again except that there is no way you can stop it.
i could. if i wasn't hiding away here in my other cage-hole selfishly trying to find some elusive cure for a battered mind and a restless soul. i can't go back.
or i could. i'd lose me but i'd find them.
how do u ever know if it's worth it?

question. what would superman do?
heck it, he's too conscientious and he'd probably slaughter himself on some craggy hills with his own knife to save a kitten, if he had to. i'm more corrupted, like batman.
soooo..what would batman do? would he let them go a little tooo wahoonie in the head and save his own scrawny ass?

the problem is they're all sick. you can't play Doctor when everyone is too busy being or wanting to be Patient.

I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it.
-William Shakespeare.

what else..hm, oh.
apparently drug's mum found out about me.
and she's all... dunno, happy i guess?
i think the fact that i'm paki is enough for her.
o and he's hit a decision.
yes those rather nasty things.

he wants me to talk to his mum.
yes.
major Ack.
O.o

oh, and since we're on the topic of finding things out, khala found out about him too. not surprised, given the ridiculous amount of time i spend on the phone with him.
but seriously u'd think both aunties were employed by the Undercover Aunties Investigation Bureau.

she asks if we're 'just friends'
me- er..yeh?!
her- well i know ur lying.
but, i also know that i don't want to know the truth.
so let's leave it at that.

oookie dokie woman. if u say so.

o, and she thinks 'there's something fishy about him'

yes yes, considering that she's met and talked to him a million and one times over, obviously.
not.
i'm thinking. if i put a shahrukh-khan lookalike with a lil more islam and a lil less bollywood in him, dressed in like a proper kurta shalwar ,doting away on her kids and parroting off 'jee aunti jee aunti' in front of her, she'd STILL think there was something fishy about him.
so, ya. her point is moot.

hum dee dum dum..

and SINCE we're on the topic of investigation's and sleuthing and being-on-the-radar, one of my dad's cousin's highly-gossip-inclined-son's added me on facebook.

yay. woohoo me.

considering that my relationship status shows me married to my bestfriend, who not only happens to be a girl but is ALSO hindu to boot,that should be enough fodder for thought to keep them occupied down there in paki.. yes, ahan.

'haey s***** ki beti ka suna? she likes LARKEEYAN? haey haey kia zamana ageya hai! KAHA tha us say ke canada mut bhejo, us ka dimagh kharab ho jaey ga, apay se bahar ho jaey gee...pooray khandan ka naam barbad ker deya...'

yeh i'm VERY 'apay se bahar'. i DONT wear a burqa (HAEY HAEY) and DONT melt into the ground when anything remotely posessing the male genitilia walks past ( DOUBLE haey haey) and yes,i TRAVEL on the BUS by MYSELF without a mehram. ( aunti faints and is rushed to Emergency ward).

yay. joy to the world.

and speaking of khandan ka naam, i hav some interesting stories to tell YOU aunty jee. i KNOW of some khandan, and one of them is ur own prince-charming son included, who PAID some paki sluts or something to escort them to a lets-drink-alcohol-and-have-a-happy-HAPPY-time type couple's only party.

yeh. my slate is not very squeaky clean but please look inside ur own before u bash on me or my family that u've driven to the point of insanity in their quest for perfection trying make u effin people happy.
ironic isn't it?

hum de dum dum..

ima bitter old soul i know. or just plain chocolate/ mocha deprived.
and i hate the fact that im sick and ammi's not fretting over me or anything 'cuz here u dont get any diff. treatment jus cuz ur sick. u still do all the chores, still get up at 10 max, still have to be all smiley and still hav to go to all their fake time-to-act-stiff parties.

dad would let me sleep till 3 if it made me feel any better.

-homesickness-

hm. me thinks i shud write more often. blogs done after anything more than 2 days get a mind of their own which too often than not borders on the bitter-ranting spectrum of things.

la la la la la..

i hav a sudden inclination to sing at the top of my lungs, which knowing me is nothing new.
it just doesn't help that right now i sound like a cross between a toad and a genetically mutated horse.
*croak

time to shoo off.
xo
-eeda.