random burst of laughter elicited by this thought: the name of my younger sister's car is gary.

i'm a heavy sleeper. i'm heavy. and i sleep a lot.

if i were egyptian i would wish you a gummah mubarak but alas i am not and that ends there only.

ok this is cool. i got the laptop today. it doesn't have a jack for the phone line. that's not so cool. alas i won't have the much promised internet action. time time time for some action. i started the much awaited walk today though. islamabad is beautiful. i'm kinda an outdoorsy person myself but much too lazy to do something about it. a nice walk around the neighborhood will suffice until i get the time inclination and endurance to take a hike in these margalla hills close to us.

cool alteration for already invented stuff: wall clock clapper makes the clock glow in the dark or the lady with the official tone who usually does the voice for the bank when you call the 800 number tells the time.

hap happy burp day hafsa!

they close off the roads for half an hour or more when the prez's car goes by. now if i was in his place. alhumdulillah i'm not. but say i was i wouldn't be that stupid to make sure everyone knew the route i was taking. even if they are speeding through the streets it doesn't take. ok i should stop. the point is. that's so dumb and it was hot and dusty and i just wanted to be home after being up since 5a. that is all.

i was reading an about me section on naseeb.com with a top10 movies list and came across the movie jo jeeta wohi sikander. i have a history with that movie that can be traced back to the days of old. like the early 90s. it's about these people who want to be in a bike race. i think it was a defining moment in my life. so what if i never took up bike riding or acting for that matter. but it was good. a must see.

chief of naval staff graced this home with his presence today. if you're into that. i on the other hand am not too comfy with armed guards on the premises.

if today's my fun day i can't hardly wait for monday. ok that's a terrible start to this post. i actually wanted to talk about the bearded braves. namely one of my physiology professors. i saw him putt putting away on his vespa with his beard divided in half. i don't know why i felt i had to share that. but it's done now. yeah so beards are cool unless unkempt.

they're making a big deal about this kid opening the door for me. what's sad is that they are only kids and i'm getting tired of this immaturity. there's a reason they say chivalry is dead. too much cynicism.

oh happy day. i found out a laptop is currently sitting pretty in lahore for me. once that arrives i'm back in the game. woo ha!

this is so depressing. i managed to fail both of my tests [haven't gotten the results back but i'm can pretty securely attest to it] today because i didn't get a good night's rest. i sat there and stared at the questions for a few minutes. i don't think i've ever had that feeling. i knew i was reading. i recognized the words. i understood what was being asked. but i couldn't process or recall anything. just blanked. it's an awful feeling.

i shut this girl up this morning. thanks to all the training i got growing up with two other sibs about my age. apparently i've got a mouth on me when i want. i don't like that side of me. alhumdulillah it doesn't come out that often.

i have this teacher i've dubbed glam ma'am. she can't be much older than i am. anyway today she wore a mauve color shalwar kameez. not everyone can pull that off. she did. mauve. i mean really. but she looked like a flower.

there's some kid in 2nd year who is supposedly the hottest thing fumc has seen. he has bangs. ofcourse i'm repulsed. and so the story goes that i'm way way old to even look.

i got 2 valentines yesterday. 1 chocolate. 1 card. that's 2 trillion [sadly i can't think of a larger number right now) times more than i got last year. i'm not doing too bad. considering i'm in pakistan. for disclaimer purposes both were from girls so it was halal.

devised a plan to keep the aunties happy. i'll spend each saturday night with a different khala and one saturday night at home. ingenius. or so i thought. killed off all hope for a social life. nice going slick.

uh oh uh oh uh no no no. friday the 13th doesn't phase me anymore. but at one point, it was one scary movie. much like the mummy without the effects. watching the rock do anything but eyebrow raising doesn't sit well with me for some reason. enough on wrestling, movies and music.

happy birthday abu ji!

a few amusing things said by the students relating their immaturity:
bus nahi sir or nahi [asking to stop the lecture 10 minutes before class time is officially over]
revise kar dain [repeat the last few minutes of lecture because we weren't able to write down the pearls of wisdom you just blurted out]
tayari kay see hay [did you study?]
kya mila [what did you get?]

this is going to be my new ride. inshAllah. pretty fly, eh?

there's a doc here who's little, not in stature but in how he behaves. he's the most incompassionate person i've ever come across and i know some brutal people. he tries to tell me every chance he gets that med school's not for me. he's so ugly to me. ustagfirAllah. i never what to be like that. ever.

oh grand. i've got a cold. i need mummy medicine. for those of you not familiar with this, it's tlc with made up instructions like go lay down. drink this. don't eat that. what did you have earlier? it works wonders but hasn't been proven yet. i just don't want to take anything that'll put me to sleepy weepy time.

maybe i should get an imaginary friend to blame for my ill performance so far. grades come back to the house. what is this? high school?

i'm always weary of disarmingly charming personalities. not easily impressed is what comes to mind i think. this thinking thing is a tad bit much for me. i've been abusing it a lot lately.

ok every time i come to lahore to visit my cousins we have a few "sayings" we hold on to until they are cannonized in the family and jokes revolve around it until the original joke is lost and we have to merely raise an eyebrow or say a word and that's followed by incessant laughter. this time i got a few stories i thought were blogworthy but i'll spare the masses and just stick to one. ok here goes. i finally gave into the urge of blogging a conversation following en suite my cousin. by the way, this took place in urdu so i can't be blamed for what's lost in translation.

4: i need to go to the bookstore
2: why?
4: i want to get some books
2: we have some books
3: they have the same trash with mistresses
4: i don't like mysteries

i'm going to tease 4 until she's old and love every moment of it.

i stopped lying at a young age because i realized i couldn't remember the stories i made up. the only way to keep things straight is to tell the truth. truth can be twisted to your own means but avoid it. avoid it as much as possible. the less you lie the more guilty you feel about "just kidding" and that makes you fib less and makes you aware of others trying to get you to lie, regardless of how small. it's so easy to be bad but there's no good in it. in this world or the next.

the other day i saw this camel being pulled by a tractor on the highway. bechara. had no idea that his owner had been feeding him conspiratorially pulling him towards his doom.

eid mubarak!

spent chaand raat getting churiyaan [mmm churiyaan...] mehndi and ice cream. i love that eid feeling.