Myocardial Symphony

Shit, It's been So LONG. Long. Long. That i haven't seen your f- uhh blogged. So yes the situation was major illness and exams so one can imagine the niceness of the situation. Sarcasm aside it has been nice, pretty nice. My Theory exams are going pretty good and i'm part of the Farewell Committee so we're having a lot of fun giving titles and just planning the whole thing. The teacher working with us even asked me to make Paint Cartoons of some seniors and we'll have them guess who it is. Nice, no? And of course other reasons that YOU will NEVER know. HAH. (yeah i wish it was something worth hiding) (not really, no) (which reminds me, My life is kind of boring, Need something that i cant confess... Till all my sleeves are stained reddd, from all the truth I have saiddd)

Sorry, it's a given thing in exam season that you'll have song lyrics filled to the BRIM in your mind but not the information about the myogenic stimulation of the heart. (which should be a song. I mean there's so many songs containing the word 'heart' like "Shape of my Heart", "I Heart", "Heartbreaker" and so on, why not "Myogenic Stimulation of the Heart") (When I see your FACE, My Sinoatrial Node explodes! Because you are, the Myogenic Stimulation of my Heartttt) Yeah now i dont think I'll forget it. 

I was watching Fairly Legal but it says "You've watched more than 72 minutes of video today, wait for 30 minutes" so yeah i'm waiting. How the faraghatness, u ask? Well my exams just got postponed due to the match and now my next exam is next Tuesday. THE MATCH!!!!! Yes it had to be green. I'm hopefully going to this hockey stadium tomorrow for the screening of the match, there's gonna be a HUGEASS screen, and free popcorn and cottoncandy and I'm super hyped I HOPE PAKISTAN WINS INSHA ALLAH! and i hope we really enjoy the show. It ain't pretty! After the SHOW! It AIN'T pretty when the pretty leaves you with no place to goooo!  

Aww man. Why dont JD Fortune and INXS just get back together. Not a fan of JD's stage antics but his voice with their music. EPICAWESOMENESS. i mean all i have to say is Afterglow. Seriously I mean click it. It's a little dirty so sensor, but just turn up the volume, put on headfones, isolate yourself, lay back and listen. Touch me and I will follow, in your afterglow. Heal me from all this sorrow. As i let you go, I will find my way, when I see your eyes, now Im livin'. In your afterglow... Best song ever.

it's 3:17 i think i should go now.

 

Bedridden

i have fever. (102*) and a cold. and exams. and i need to study. but i cant. coz u know. im sick. i mean ill. i wana blog. but i feel like i should study. but i cant. but i have to. coz i have exams. i have so much i want to write about. but im sick. i mean ill. Meh this sucks. Bleh bleh bleh.
this sucks. eternally.

I mean seriously. WA'EVAAA.

G.P. Period

So its 8:24, oops 8:25 now, Tuesday 08-03-11 and I'm sitting in my G.P. class. There are seven students in the class and the 11 others who actually came today are out in the grounds somewhere, bunking. I'm supposed to chose between the topics, "What are the qualities of a great statesman? Illustrate with examples from the past and present." and "Which in your opinion is the most important freedom - freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom from fear or freedom from want. Justify your answer." This is talent, I swear. Raw talent. The G.P. teacher should totally be posted in one of those torture departments in the CIA. Not in the stealth departments though, she totally thinks I'm writing my essay ever so efficiently.

Seven more people just came in. They're saying that they're late cause they were volunteering to help out int he Jr II section. Bullshit. I totally saw them hiding behind the pillars near the commerce building. What's shittier is that the teacher totally bought it. Definitely not the stealth department. Now they're distracting her by telling her about this Indian fortune-telling parrot who got murdered by its owner cause it predicted Pakistan would win 3 times. Someone just suggested a change in the first topic from 'Statesman' to 'Salesman'. I dont think I would be able to write on that either, though.

Oh shit. Miss Hilla just passed by the window. Yes that's her name, Hilla. But forget her name, she's the Pakistani version of Trunchbull from Matilda. Minus the skirt and military belt that is. *shudders* Icy blue, x-raying eyes, nose in the air and a constant look of disgust on her face, Ms Hilla does not need words to terrify. Crowds part and fade away at her first step outside the office. Even teachers quieten down. She is also known to some as Hitler. I quote my friend, "Hilla ne tou hilla ke rakhdia"

Rawr.

Haha. This boy with a yellow bag just skipped past the window. That's right, he skipped. A very girly skip. Also he had his arms held wide beside him as he did it. I swear. No exaggeration. Sheesh.
I'm bored, I'll take a "girl's room" break now. And check out what the other bunkers are up to. Brb. not burp. BRB.

Back. FIFTEEN minutes later. Record. Hah. Like a G6, Like a G6. Our school is so awesome, they're playing this song right now. On Full Volume. Why, you ask. Because they frigging want to. Nah, its for the dress rehearsal of this Bigass carnival "Regalia" that's for classes from KG to Grade 9. Not us, yeah that sucks but still free entertainment, yaay. Dynamite just started playing. My point exactly.

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeet. My friend just told me the teacher's gonna take our sheets and show them to Miss Hilla to show her how little we write in two periods. She's probably just saying that though, who would want to disturb Ms Hilla right? RIGHT?! And if its about how much I've written, well its pretty damn more than anyone else has written. Its only the content that well... wavers slightly from the original topic. But only slightly... I hope she just reads the topic and gets put off by it like a normal person and not notice the bullshit in capital... and the frigging... and the burp... I'M SCREWED.

This girl just called me outside from G.P. Yay. Okay not yay. She wanted my voice for her advertisement about some sort of cultural festival, "Daachi Mela". My audition was so awesome it should be featured alongside one of those 'Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me' auditions on American Idol.

I just passed my Dettol Sanitizer to my friends and now they're smelling it like its pot or something. I'll try too!
Awh man it came on my nose, this big glob and now my nose is on fire. "Dont play with me cause you're playing with FAAAEEYAAAAAAAAAAAARRHHHH" Didi Benami sung this on last year's American Idol. TV shows should totally be a subject. I'd totally ace it. Ten minutes left till GP ends. Grrr....

I took this picture with my mobile behind my hand, camera lens right at the crack between my fingers. GENIUS, i know. I wish I could have caught her a moment earlier though. She had her pen in her mouth like a cig and everyone knows there's this huge rumor going around that she's a chain smoker. But I think the cigarette smoke in the girls' room comes from this old domestic staff lady who's very nice and everything but there was this suspicious incident when we were speculating about the smell and she appeared from behind a cubicle and rushed out to get airspray. I dunno maybe she's OCD aboud hygiene or whatever but there was something guilty about her expression.

The bell just rung, the teacher's collecting papers, YIKES.

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I sneaked out without her noticing, HAH.

Happy/Sad

First of all:

Enjoy the cupcakes!

            HAPPY BIRTHDAY FURREE!!!



You're 17 before me. Unfair.
I could be taking this the other way and calling you ancient but I'm gonna be there in august too so lets just enjoy the cupcakes!
So are there any advantages of being 17?
Let's see...
There was this movie called 17 again.
And this song called 17 forever.
But they weren't that special...
OH BUT ITS THE NAME OF A MAGAZINE!
a hot one. so there!

On a sadder note, I wrote a humongous blog post, saved it in my drafts and it somehow got DELETED. I am mourning the loss of my  40-something post. What's even sadder is that I might not get time to re-post it cause I have mocks starting from the 24th. And I HAVE TO STUDY. 
*cries in to her biology book*
*notices what page it is open at*
*runs away screaming*

PRIVILEGED

So i was working on a new post and checking up on blogs that i haven't had time to read in a while and OMG i got an award. like shit. LIKE SUPER SHIT.

 Ecstatic is the word. I cant thank u enough H.T.
7 Random Facts about me:

• I write everything from things i have to do or diary entries to songs or movies i wanna check out in the drafts folder in my mobile. So its always filled with reminders and random stuff. like a number plate. AEP 760. I don't know who's it is. So don't ask me.                                                                            
• I love eating sandwiches made of Betty Crocker's Vanilla Icing. I used to devour Nutella sammiches but my mom blamed them for pimples and totally banned it. Which sucks 'cause i love chocolate soooo much i just came back from the dentist's after getting four fillings. No seriously, what is better than a jar of delicious chocolate? A bigger jar, yeah but you get the point right? No? Dumbass.
• I'm obsessed with the sky. My mobile is filled with pictures I've taken of the sky on a particularly cloudy day. I even have a separate folder for it. Cause seriously it's like the sky is a huge canvas. Cool blue backdrop with clouds arranged in line like hedges on a field. Cotton buds floating on water. Fuzzy white fur in the sky. Silver patterns shimmering like on the edges of jigsaw puzzles.
  
• I YouTube/Google EVERYTHING. I repeat EVERYTHING. I just youtubed 'how to clean the rubber of your converse' after learning 'how to tie your laces the bar way'. Just a few days ago i googled, 'what do u call gur in english' just to settle an argument between two weird people who frequently vacate my room. I remember having googled the english name for phitkari too.
•  I have a history of injuring my right foot on yearly events. Ankle sprain, Deep cut, Broken Nail, you name it and I've suffered them all. on my right foot. and these events, they're usually wedding related. My cousin's chauthi, my brother's nikkah, my cousin's valima. I'm scared for my foot, my brother's getting married in June! (YAY XD)
• I find lip gloss annoying. I swear, whenever I have to put it, i feel so wierd i end up opening and closing my mouth like a fish and being extra special with drinking stuff ending up looking like a total wierdo. Which i do anyway but you get the point. Also my dupatta always has to come over my face and stick to my lip gloss when I'm wearing it. I don't mind Kajal though, always been a fan of outlines!
• I always spell weird as "W-I-E-R-D" Always. i just used spell check and found that I'd spelt it wrong again. Also in the point above. I always have bad luck with 'wierd' spellings. I remember once, (painful memory) in a spelling competition in front of the assembly in grade 6, i got asked the spelling of Hippopotamus. After the crowd stopped laughing at the word i went on to spell the word H-I-P-P-O-P-O-T-A-M-O-U-S. But i just wanted to give the crowd another reason to laugh. At the cost of losing the competition. I'm a born entertainer, baby.

Yayyy Im done! Now i would like to pass on this award to:

• Tazeen at Crimson Sky 
• Moonie at  A Head, some Pain, and a little bit of Happiness
• Mischief Managed at iRadish. Like an iPod. But awesome. 
• LionessWithout A Pride at Bespectacled Views 

Cheers!