Compact.

There is a line between being funny/sarcastic and just being plain rude. 90% of people will cross that line almost all the bloody time.

Scrambled Eggs.

Scene: Me sitting in B's car, with B in the middle and her cousin by the door, pointedly ignoring us.

B: JABBER-JABBER-Deepika!-JABBER.

Me: *glare* 

B: JABBER-Lawn clothes!-JABBER-JABBER-Deepika maadal!-JABBER.

Me: *stares out window*

B: Blab, blab, OMG she's so hot!, blab, blab, blab.

Me: *huge sigh* When will you stop?

B: Stop what? *talk, talk, talk, more deepika and Firdous Lawn talk*

Me: *bangs head in front seat*

B: You crazy? *jabber, jabber, jabber*

Me: YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP, DO YOU.

-I hate talking in the car. I have motion sickness, therefore car rides make me ill. I. Hate. Talking. In. The. Car.

Grit.

You spend your life trying to make people happy.
Don't bother denying it, you know its true.
Whether its someone you love, or someone you want to impress. We all do it at one point or the other.
Why is it then, that you always turn out to be the bad guy?

Kitni strange aur ironic baat hai.

Ammi.

Me: Today is a bad day.

Sid: Yes.

Me: Yours was worse than mine.

Sid: Yes.

Me: But I didn't get chai all day.

Sid: ... But I thought you couldn't exist without it?

Me: Well, yeah. *Maryam explains the whole story of not getting chai*

Sid: Oh. Its like car without petrol.

Me: Its like coffee without caffeine.

Sid: Its like... mosquito without light.

Me: Its like... wait, what?

Sid: Mosquito without light? Moth, light, something flame?

Me: ... MOTH WITHOUT A FLAME.

Sid: Why is this post named Ammi?

Me: I don't know.

Sid: You're so weird.

...

Sid: You really are weird.

GB&ME.

Gerard Butler will always be my one true love.

I know, I know. You get over celebrity crushes in teenage.

But honestly he is my DREAM guy. Okay?

No judgments.

It Doesn't Matter.

Salt. And Vinegar.

Two of my favorite words.





So are French and Onion.

I love French and Italian Cuisine.

I wish I lived in Italy or France.

KQ.

I made alu qeema today.

Bow down to me.

Details later.

I'm Running Out of Titles.

So, FINALLY exams are over with. I actually had fun giving them, except for the writing part. I HATE WRITING and we had like 9-10 questions for each paper -_-

My viva was really funny. The examiner asked me about Elimination Disorders (click on it for the link). There were about 5 people sitting there for the exam. Two sirs of mine, including the Head of Department, two teachers and the external examiner.

Her: So what are Elim. Dis.?


Me: It has two types, Enuresis and Encopresis.


Her: Okay. So what happens in them?


Me: ...oh shit. What do I say? Urine? Shit? Crap? Potty? OH MY GOD HOW DO I SAY THIS. Err. The... urine leaks? And the... um.... *pause*... the stool, too?


Her: The what?!


Me: The... stool?


Her *trying to suppress laughter* Yes?


Me: Well, it leaks. Where its not supposed to. At night and in the day, in any inappropriate situation. Even after toilet training has been implemented.


Her: How would you treat it?


Me: I've never had such a case.


Her: That doesn't matter, bachay. Hypothetically.


Me: shit, crap, potty.

And the rest went okay. No, really it did. STOP with those cynical looks already, I wasn't that bad for the rest of it. 

Its.

I didn't even realize when this became more your blog and less mine. 

15 Feb '11.

Finally, exams are over. Just one viva left.

I had a really good day today. Thank God. Haha. I'm so tired with happy times I can't even talk about what happened. Later, maybe.

We sat in The Oval. Yes. The Oval.

8:37 P.M.

'Cause I had a bad day.

Like If You Like It.

These FB likes have me going mad. All of FB actually, but some of these are so lame they're funny =D
(excuse the bad grammar and/or punctuation)

Me: Ask me if im a tree.
Friend: No
Me: ask me if im a tree.
Friend: NO
Me: Ask me if im a tree.
Friend: FINE ARE U A F*CKING TREE??
Me: No

Harry: HA YOU DON'T HAVE A NOSE!!!!
Voldemort: HA YOU DON'T HAVE PARENTS!!!!
Harry: That's you're fault, but you know what I have that you don't?!
Voldemort: And whats that?!
Harry: A NOSE!!!! >:D
Voldemort:......

Boy: It's you & me..
Girl: Aww..
Boy: Baby it's destiny..
Girl: AWWWW!
Boy: Oooh Your my Best Friend..
Girl: Aww..So cute..
Boy: In a World We Must Defend..
Girl: What?
Boy: POKEMON GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL!!
Girl: ....

There are only two types of honest people in this world, small children and drunk people.

Voldemort: I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth.... 
Harry: You have no hair . 
Voldemort: You have no parents 
Harry: You have no nose 
Voldemort: ....

Harry: *sneezes* you jealous?
Voldermort: pfft, no! of course not :|
Harry: *brushes his hair* what about now?
Voldermort: ...

if I had gun with only 2 bullets and was alone in a room with saddam huissene, osama bin laden and justin bieber I would shoot justin bieber..... twice

Dedicated to Aseela and Nida.

So this random guy I don't know sends me a message on Facebook.

and when I didn't reply this was the second message:

I don't even understand his language:

Stephen August Colletti aka Chase Adams (OTH).

I LOVE THIS GUY. HE'S ADORABLE. 

Furree Katt.

Changed her blog link.

Click on blog link, you'll get to her blog.

I love you, FK.

Haha.

Huzzah.

That word just makes me crack up.

Acha, anyway.

I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

You know my horrible, terrible history of not studying, yes? I had a really tough paper today and I didn't study (I have a pathological disorder, so sue me) the two days I had for prep leave. So today: exam morning, I got up AT 4:35 A.M. TO STUDY. ME. Yes, I think its huge cause I've never ever done that. Never never ever. I sound like a child with a language disorder, I know.

But phir be. Yay me? Although the paper went badly. Haha. We'll see though.

I've been getting so much junk mail, its weird. On an average, 20-40 mails a day. I've had to set my junk filters to exclusive and most comments go there too although I regularly scan the junk mail folder like an idiot, hoping for your comments. Loser that I am. So I've been getting these e-cards from a Secret Admirer O_o.
No, I didn't open them. But I've been getting one almost every other day for the past week.
So weird. 

2 Down, 3 To Go.

Don't ask me how my papers are going.
No, seriously.

Okay, so its back to Gossip Girl since I have to have something to do to not study. Ha.

Question. WHY do they dress up Jenny Humphrey like... That? SHE LOOKS LIKE A TEEN HO.

I mean she is one, no question but do they have to make her LOOK like it? She has the most horrible colored lipstick on all the time, her hair is abominable and her clothes... ew.

She's supposed to be FASHIONABLE. And YOUNG. The hell?

OZ.

I have an alternate reality in my head.


Its there all the time.


I like it.

Yes.

4th Feb.

Semester final tomorrow.
Still haven't started to study.



What is WRONG with me.

There's an Ad on T.V.

Baby Gold Whitening Cream

Bilkul Baby Bana De

... pun intended? Beautiful concept and tagline. I louve.