desktop

And so, for no reason whatsoever, except that I spent some time on making it and quite fancy it, I present to you…. my new desktop!

randomness

Is it a bad thing that I don’t have any strong feelings about anything other than the hilarity of the dancing mortgage ads atop your hotmail inbox page and a song with a deep voiced man saying “Oooooh, you touch my tra-la-la!”?

PS: Now the tra-la-la song is running in my head again. I cannot help but imagine there could be better things stuck in my head just before an hourly.

Tagged

Five wierd things about me, eh?

1. People who are late and make you wait for them pisses me off to no end. If we set a time for a meeting or get together, I expect you to be on time, or at most five minutes late. Waltz in twenty five minutes late and you will find me very, very ticked off.

2. I experience strong but brief obsessions with things. My gadgets are testimony to this fact.

3. My lit teacher refered to being able to write half well as “creating new metaphors”. My biggest regret is that the metaphors no longer come to me anymore, which is why all you will find on my blogs now is half-assed crap.

4. I have a gigantic inferiority complex. In fact, I have a superiority complex about my inferiority complex.

5. Beef makes me want to throw up. Seriously.

feet

Happiness is warm feet. No matter what your social status or bank balance, you will not know true happiness unless you are familiarly acquainted with the feeling of possessing a pair of perfectly warm feet for extended periods of time.

food for thought

To the last few people who still visit: hello!

Have had a lot on my plate these days, what with the lahori hurricane visiting again and life becomes a whirlwind of things to be done and people to be seen. *sigh* I’m so sick of doing things “for propriety’s sake”. I get enough of this crap from my mother and to have my friends berate me for it as well is just too much, really. When can I start doing things that I want to do rather than things everyone else expects me to do already? Once would think the impending nearly-quarter century birthday would ensure that I would get to make my own decisions about the little things already.

As for the big things, I’ve decided, in a fit of disillusionment and childish tantrum-like anger at SZABIST, to apply to LUMS for an MBA and keep my previous plan of an MS in Social Sciences from SZABIST as Plan B. Deeper down, it may have something to do with the fact that a new city, a new social circle, a completely different sort of people than the ones I’m surrounded with currently may be found there.

I have come to realise my general dissatisfaction with my current old school chums has intensified. All and sundry appear ready willing and able to get married and indulge in wedded bliss. Personally, I would love to put off marrying as long as possible and live the life of a singleton forever but life seems to have other ideas, as it generally does. Sick of constantly wondering if I still even fit in and if I should even bother getting together with them anymore, I shall soon just take the advice of Mike Judge and “just stop going”.

The sad bit is that I’ve gradually come to realize that the one person whose company I never thought I would tire of is now beginning to wear thin. Seems we all become more self centered when our lives become indian movies. Increasingly, I find myself suddenly realizing what company I’m in and wondering why the hell I don’t find other people who actually care about things other than the latest fashion designs and haircuts and who’s just gotten married. I feel like I’ve suddenly been teleported into my mum’s life, her circle of aunties, who can only talk of who is getting married to whom and new clothes.

Bloody hell. Maybe a new city will cure this trapped feeling. Maybe it will just intensify it. Only time will tell. For now, I plan to actually prepare a bit for my LMAT to ensure a better score than last time (which wasn’t so bad in any case).

it takes no effort at all…

…to grow apart.

Maybe it’s time to move on after all.

Regression & an interesting new year

I recall a simpler time in my life, when everything was seperated into right and wrong along with a clearly defined boundary in between. It’s times like the ones we live in that constantly make me want to regress to those times. It brings to mind something I traditionally tell people each new year: “May you live in interesting times”, which is supposedly the english equivalent of an ancient chinese curse.

Anyhow, a happy new year to everyone who’s reading this and happy bakra eid as well.