static...

this is the last time that i tell you whats on my mind... woah...
and soon enough, things shall change... i know it... i am certain of it... but much has happened in the last few days... far too much to leave unmentioned...

1. i stole someone elses help sheet in number theory...
2. i used emotional blackmail to get thru cal III
3. i almost had a killer accident... nice dodge ama jee
4. i overate at gino's because it was 50% after 11...
5. i played footy at with someone who plays for the pakistan team... decadent pot head
6. i saw a sign... and i started to believe again...
7. i bought three white shirts (i love white) and ami thru a fit...
8. i seconded murtis two women theory (parallel to iqbal's two nation theory)
9. i made fun of a guy in tiiiiiiiiiiiiiight jeans... (he wasn't amused)

school shall resume is several days so in the meanwhile i was making the most of things... was at copper kettle with saed, fasih, murti and sheeda discussing legendary tigers... came home and had the most engaging coversation on msn... i saved it under the name of murtis 'two woman theory'...
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safe...

now.

romeo : i dream'd a dream tonight.
mercutio : and so did i.
romeo : well, what was yours?
mercutio : that dreamers often lie...

shadows and dust...
mere vessels treading the sod...
looking for the next high...
the next malicious blow...

of class acts and cheap immitations...
of blind men and broken violins...
of influences and conforming...
of currents and white waters...

sights and sounds... zounds consort
contexts and allegations...
hindsight and losing focus...
of announcing ones arrival...

humility and humbleness...
of lowering ones gaze...
freinds and foes
nuns and whores
and stuff that glows
watchers
talkers and
listeners

Mercutio : Men's eyes were made to gaze, and let them gaze; i will not budge for no man's pleasure, i.
Romeo : courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio : ay, ay. a scratch... ' tis enough... a plague o' both your houses...

all 6's and 7's!!

and so it was... one touch clinical control... body check samran... leave him in my dust... shift to 5th... a higher gear... hassan backs up hastily... single stepover... right foot... dribble shoot.. OLE!!! but sadness too, samran stepped on my toe with his magnesium alloy mother killer kleats... it went blue.... my agent would have been so furious... if he were around at the time... or if in fact, i actually had an agent...

in other news today... the mustache is off... miss jolie has gone back... exams are on my head... im saying too much too fast... im recieving advice from all quarters... in have a swollen toe... and and and...

in the words of arnold 'im back'

5 trips and 2910 rupees (10 rupess for calling from baba jee pco) later i have my computer back... ive kept a mustache... i now thats social suicide but still... i couldnt come to shave it off all together... it took a month of growth... and also id look like a peeled aalo... be as it may... the bloggs shall come... just you wait... the bloggs shall come...


me: salamualikum, jee
sfm's mom: azam beta, kaisay ho?
me: buss theek jee. aap kaisi hain jee?
sfm's mom: im fine. hows everything?
me: everythings fine jee, take care jee.

minafaridmalik: OK JEE!!! BYE BYE JEE!!

sheesh.... kapeesh!!