Ask an addict how it feels when he or she is compelled and forced to quit and COME CLEAR (telling you the ultimate fact, this term ‘COMING CLEAR’ is strictly associated to those who take bad bad bad stuff and then later quit it. Now by bad stuff I mean … Forget. There is a hell I can say on THOSE bad things later). So when they’re forced to come clear they feel like … NO! Don’t ask them, ask me how it feels when my net is dead or when my PC is resting in peace and when my cable wala decides to act as meanly and bitchily as he can.
I FEEL LIKE A CONTUMACIOUS COKE/WEED ADDICT WHO IS BEING DEPRVIED OF COKE/WEED. God forbid. I’m sounding too insane. GOD FORBID.
Kher jee, my net is dead for three long good days. NET DEAD IN RAMADAN!! Mera tu din hi naheen guxarta. I mean, I know it sounds extremely bad but that’s the truth. I’m addicted to internet and come on, let’s face it. I can’t live without my PC and internet. It’s an addiction to me. No matter whatever I do on this world wide web: blog, chat, orkut or nothing just surf: yours truly needs her PC to survive.
These 3 days I’ve been like the same coke addict mentioned before: coming to my room, switching on the PC, hoping that a Cinderella Man might have came in my absence and would have make the things rite.
HEY! HOLD ON!!! This Cinderella Man! Where the hell this Cinderella Man has come from? Good shareef Pakistani girls wish for Fairy Godmothers Ma’m Iqra not for Cinderella Man. You’re too too bad. BTW, Cinderella Man is Russell Crowe’s latest flick. Though I ain’t that diehard a fan of Russell, I love his A BEAUTIFUL MIND and obviously who can hate GLADIATOR??
So I was telling you that my Cinderella man never came. SIGH!!!!
And since right now I’ve nothing to do at all so I clicked on the nice li’l MS WORD icon and start typing the crap attacking my mind.
What more?
Same old life.
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