Shall We?

I know its stupidly clichéd but after a long, long time I feel completely happy, and centered and at peace with myself and all that shit =P

I'm content. Its nice to be this way =)

Aisay Bhi Log Hotay Hain.

My brother washes his bike with his branded shower gel. I asked him why he didn't use it on himself instead. He stared at me as if I'd taken leave of my senses and very slowly explained 'mein apne upar laga kar kya karun?'. So apparently, my brother cares more about his Honda's hygiene than his own.

Bulleh Shah.

The company arranged for a trip for us 8 interns to visit the Bulleh Shah Paper Mill - in Kasur. The reason being that they needed space in the department =P

But anyway, it was nice of them and the trip was FABULOUS. We got complete V.I.P. treatment over there (a first for all of us =P) and it was generally really good fun. The Mill is H-U-G-E. If any of you have seen Packages in Lahore, triple the size and then you get it similar to Bulleh Shah. Man its s frighteningly big. Pictures soon.

Other news - we've finally shifted. The amount of work is immense. I can't even think about how much there is to do =/

But we're all looking forward to it =)

Hope you guys are good.

-Maryam.

Week Two Starts.

And we're insanely busy now. Mostly calling up people for interviews and tests. HILARIOUS responses. Seriously. With regret and apologies, most of them don't sound like they ever went to school (I am NOT talking about accents) and the questions they ask are stunningly stupid. Aur ye Masters aur Ph.D kar ke bethe huay hain.

P.S. Ugly, I am SO gonna take your advice *fingers gun*

Plus.

Why. Do. Guys. STARE. So. Bad? It makes you damned uncomfortable. I kept imagining I had bogies on my face or something. Hudd hai. I mean, what?!

Banana Pancakes.

For some reason, I looooove this song <3 and especially the voice.

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYY!

So, remember the sikrit I was dropping not-so-subtle hints about? =D

This is it:

We're shifting. To this beautiful place which I am totally in love with. We're packing aj kal. Yay. I'm so happy =D

The best part is, it was completely unexpected. We didn't even KNOW we were ever going to shift but one day Baba comes home and goes like 'We bought a house!'. I swear we were dumbstruck. But anyway. YAY =D

Phir.

Things are pretty much insane.

More details later, when I'm actually home and not spending my entire day at the company =S

Not that I'm complaining. Its just that I'm never home now.

Okay, fine. I am complaining.

Ah, whatever. Hope all's well =)

18 And Older, Please.

I usually try to refrain from swearing ever since I learnt little girls read my blog. Also my not so little cousin *waves* Aleeta love, close your eyes.

I WAS FUCK BORED. LIKE FUCK BORED. I know, I know. First day, too many expectations, blah, shit, crap. But seriously. 8 baje se le kar shaam 5 baje tak I sat until my butt ached. Then had my 'lunch' at 11:30 because interns ko khana sirf 11:30 se 12:30 tak milta hai. Baaki sara din bhookay betho.

FUCK annoying.

FUCK boring.

FUCK khwaari.

Pata nai 4 hafte kaise guzrein ge.

Bling*

First day tomorrow.

Hope it goes well and that I don't screw anything up. Lawlz. I HATE people who actually pronounce
 L-O-L as 'lawlz'. *shudder*

But anyway.

*fingers crossed*

11:48 In The P.M.

Sometimes, I swear I have the worst luck in the world.

No.

No platitudes of 'ohhhhhhh don't be a whiny bitch, you're not the only one, blah blah'.

Don't need that.

Be whiny bitch with me? Yahokthenxsbye.

If You're Happy And You Know It...

The author is now an intern in an esteemed organization, with a huge and special project of her very own, which is also the first of its kind in the history of the organization BOO-YAH.

Haha, needless to mention, I'm really happy.

Lets just hope I'm up to it and don't disappoint =)

P.S. This is what I was asking you to pray for, earlier. Thank you =)

Hum Saray Pagal Hain.

Scene 1----

Moosa: Mona, paani la do.

Me: Acha. *brings water*

Moosa *drinks*: Ahhh... goofay mein thund pe gaee.

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT?!


Scene 2-----

Mama: Moosa nehr mein nahana hai?

Me: Han jao, ghoray aur gaye ke sath naha kar ana.

Moosa: Haathi bhi hote hain!

Sid: Wahan genda be hota hai

Moosa: Jee nai. Doinal hota hai.

Mama and I go manic with loowftur.

Moosa: Doinal. Doinal hota hai.

Me: Ye kaunsa janwar hai?!

Moosa: Rhino =D


Scene 3----

Dad in the car singing: Tere long da peya lashkara....

Me: Aap aise ganay kahan se seekh ke atay hain?

Dado: Ye bachpan se aisa hai. Is ko khetun mein se utha ke lai thi.

Dad: Han inhon ne socha parha likha ke insan bana dun.

Me: ...

Dad: Tere long da peya lashkaraaaaaaaaaaaa

Barbies.

X: Meryem apaaaaa ayen meri doll ke sath khelen is ke do aur kapray be lai hun *holding up a tiny plastic hot pink suitcase*

Me: Um. I'm too old to play with dolls?

X: Nahhhiieeeennn abi to aap choti si hain!

Me: ... Fuck me.

Hope Therapy.

I am desperately in need of some.

I can't explain but... I'm stuck in this place where I have no idea what to do and how to do whatever I can do. And its frustrating and annoying and I'm sort of scared, too.

Because this is... big. I'm being vague, I know. I can't help it right now.

Just pray for me, that things work out for the best.

That's all.

And Hello, Displeasure.

So far, these chutiyan suck big time. I've never had a worse couple of days off. One, the heat's intense and that's the master of understatements. Two, UNWANTED GUESTS WHO WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME. Three, the maid taking days off because obviously, Maryam baji is home now, who needs maids when Maryam's home, eh?!

Okay, no that's not why she's taking days off. But seriously. Since this happens every single time when I'm home from university, I'm suspicious.

And there's one thing I never get. Why is it, WHY that whenever you have vacations, all you want to do is relax or watch seasons or read fun/funny/witty/sarcastic books and cook and go out with your siblings (yeah, that's all I want to do =P) AND when the sneaky maid takes days off... YOU HAVE GUESTS. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Guests, and not only your plain ol' guests - UNWANTED ONES AT THAT
* insert shocked gasp*. They make my life hell. Hell. I hate having guests over. I'm sorry, I just plain hate it. Always have, always will.

As for you, G? I can't wait till you go someplace else so I can finally act like happy/fun me, not this dark/moody/broody/snappy/irritated bitch I seem to be. Trust me, that's all your fault. Hell, yeah.

Yeah so I'm gonna go now - bye.

Tadaa!

Ladies and gentlemen.

I have officially cleared all my exams - as far as I'm concerned. Health wali khatoon could still fail me but anyway.

WOWZA.

*booty-shake*

I don't feel like being all deep and profound. So I'll just dance around like mad for now.

Ta.

Happy To You =D

Dear Baby Brother of Mine,

Happy 16th Birthday =D

Awww, you're all grown up ='(

Haha. If you read this I know you'll kill me and then cremate me.

But anyway.

I love you.

Maryam.

New Rules.

So, Rahomie gave me two new rules to put in the previous list:

Oh, Maryum. I got 2 new points for your rules of examinations. People should not be allowed to discuss the freaking paper in front of you. And ohhhh yeah. Parents should not ask if you're gonna get an A or not. -_-

I agree completely. You know that feeling of enormous relief you get when you walk out of the examination room and you're all like wow, I'm glad that's over, paper was a bitch thank God I don't have to study for it now; and then all your friends come out and go like ohhhhhhhhhhhh mera ek objective question galat ho gya, tum ne kya likha? Haye yar, mere to 3 number gaye! Meine us question pe sirf 1000000 pages likhay thay, do you think that's enough? (and the question in question =P, is usually of 4-5 marks
-_-)

I want to kill them. Like, literally. Here I am with barely 2 pages written on a 12 mark question and they're obsessing over whether their 10000 pages were enough. Its enough to make you go nuts.

And then the paper discussion part. Can you CUT that OUT?! NOBODY in their right mind would want to discuss their paper after the torture of going through it ONCE but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. That's not enough for YOU, or YOU, or YOU, is it?! *points accusing finger*

Sometimes, I come out thinking I did a reasonably good paper. And then you start discussing it and most of it turns out to be wrong and half my marks fly out the window right there.

But. I think my teachers don't understand my handwriting. Maybe that's why I do sucky papers and end up with an A =D