Saturday
25 June 2005
I had soooo much fun today. MashAllah say. I seriously enjoyed a lot today.
At the school, obviously. Where else can fun be? You say at home? Yes at home it is fun. I do admit. But the kinda fun you’ve with your friends is much … errrrrrr …
Leave.
So why I had so much fun today? Today was Lubz’s b’day. We bought her a present and a b’day cake too. Then we celebrate her b’day and then she gave us all a superb delicious Biryani treat.
And my! You won’t believe dear blog, I not only ate that chocolate iced, nuts ‘n’ chips filled cake in an achi khasi quantity but also that oily Chicken ‘n’ Aalo Biryani. GOD! Why I keep forgetting my weight-conscious resolution of 2005.
Mujhay her baar khanay kay baad yaad aata hai k I wasn’t supposed to eat that fat-enriched stuff. But kher jo bhi … the cake was lush so was the Biryani.
Besides, my class fellows have started indulging ‘emselves (and ours too) in a relatively new activity. Singing Indies in the class. No not exactly in the class. What I mean to say is that they sing Indian songs during the lil’ breaks we use to ‘ve during our classes.
It is fun too. I mean it sounds like a fresh breeze of cool air in that stuff, choking-to-death atmosphere of my school. But the only thing I don’t want to happen is that * admin of our school, spotting these kinda innocent wannabes of my class and then taking some stupid action against them.
Because this is the very (and only) specialty of my school’s admin. They hate fun. They hate fun and they hate everyone who love fun or is found to be involved in some fun-oriented activities.
Kher, whatever. I enjoyed tons today.
But then this net is again dead. Jitna ghussa mujhay is net k dead honay say aata hai na, utna kisi or cheex say naheen aataa. I mean I’ve admitted it 1025 times that I’m addicted to this bless-est of the blessed blessings of science. I can’t live without my PC (with the NET connected). No matter how ragged it is these days and how dismal in appearance with the original speakers missing and a near to death, always flickering monitor, I love it. I can live without food (for some days) but just can’t without my PC.
Tu right now too, the net isn’t working. But I was missing my blog so much that I played EP’s Rahguxar (yes! I’m listening to Urdu rock, after ages) and opened the MS WORD and started typing.
WEEKEND.
Saturday and Sunday.
The two days I love / hate the most.
I love weekends because I can sleep for as long as I like and there will be no damn alarm clock on my side ringing its horrible “trin trin” at 6 in the morning.
I hate weekends because I never manage to sleep till noon. Some how I automatically wake up at my regular scheduled weekdays’ time.
Ha! :-] Kinda irony of fate.
Kher, lets see what else is there in the bag of life for me for the coming two days.
We’re planning a day by the beach and the nearest beach is that dirty, horrible SEA VIEW. GOD! I don’t know why people just can’t stop littering the beaches and other recreational spots.
The thing I love the most (after my PC and music) is a walk by the beach side. Ha! Alone me, bare footed, solitude and acha sa romantic sa mausam … wow ….. There is nothing like a walk by the shore. But this SEA VIEW beach! Sara mood kharab ho jata hai. The litter, the garbage and the pollution ruin my mood as anything on this earth.
Pata naheen kaysay laug hein. Bajaye is k kay shuker ada karain Allah Taalla ka k Khi mein beach hai, or us ko ganda kartay hein. Sick people.
Last time we went to the picnic with the school, the bestest of all the things was the beach. The cleanest one I’ve ever seen. But that beach is acha khasa far away from our place. Tu wahan tu day spend kerna thora mushkil hai. Ab deekhain, kahan jatay hein hum kal. Ya kahien jaatay bhi hein ya pooora day ghar per bore.
Waisay bore tu naheen houn gi. I’ll watch some really nice movie. Black or Million Dollar Baby (yes! again) jo bhi mil gai.
Okay …
I’m off now.
Net isn’t working otherwise I would ‘ve not only updated the space but also the orkut. It has been ages since I’ve replied to / checked my scraps.
Ok dear blog.
See you after … lets say 2 or 3 hours.
KH.
Teri aankhein teray dil ki saree baatein kahain …
Aaj mahkain saray pal hi, kai sapnay bunain …
Raastay kathan yeh chooti chooti khushian yahan …
Chun lain aaj jo bhi milian …
Is xameen ki yehi daastan hai …
Jism or jaan ek din tu khona hai …
Kitni sadiaan najanay khamooshi say younhi guxartee gahien
Waqt kay bahtay dariya mein jub tuk saansain rahain tu hai meri ….
Mixraab
Pakistan’s ‘only-in-my-limited-knowledge’ true metal band.
Love ’em.
PS: Net is still DC. :@
