Annoying Much?

I'm not usually the possessive sort. But I HATE it when certain relatives use my personal stuff - cosmetics, perfume, jewellery, shoes even clothes despite them having all their stuff with them. Kuch kaho to agay se mun ban jata hai. And now she's gone and lost my favorite earrings and finished my favorite perfume. An older, married woman who happens to be a close relative. Dammit, I don't even have the money to buy more stuff! Blah. I know. I'm horrible.

Drama.

The first day, first class of semester 8, I dared ask my teacher a question, relevant to the course. I had no idea what she was talking about, where it came from and what the hell she wanted to get across. So I asked her the meaning of a sentence she spoke.. something to do with wilfully producing psychosomatic symptopms - a concept that flew over my head which was why I asked her what it meant in the first place.
After a long glare, the answer I got was
"Aap Freud se ja ke pochein, this is none of my concern".
Needless to say, I stared back. I was absolutely dumbfounded by her answer because frankly, no matter how bad my previous teachers have or have not been, I have never in my life received an answer like that. Even if they don't know the answer, they tell me they'll look it up and let me know.
But this woman. God. She dismissed my question, labeling it 'inappropriate and beside the point'. The whole class was stunned by her attitude. After that, I didn't make the mistake of asking her anything else.
Yesterday, my friends and I were having problems coming up with this stupid topic she gave us for our presentation and I had to go to her for help. I asked her if she could issue a book or two, because I could get nothing off the internet. After a series of long glares, she said that I was going about it wrong, probably never used the internet and didn't know how to search, wasn't creative, productive, blah blah. I gave up and came back to class.
This morning, a teacher who'd taught me in the previous semester told me that there were complaints about me in the whole of the department, and what had I done to get such vicious gossip started about me. I guessed the source and asked her if it was who I thought, and guess what? It was. The same teacher who took offense at my asking questions in class. Apparently, she's been going around all the staff rooms, asking my previous and current teachers what kind of a student I am in class, and what kind of grades I get. She claims - to ALL of my teachers including the Head of Department - that I'm incompetent, rude, stupid, un co-operative and a general nuisance. This is only the gist of what I heard today. She's started a personal vendetta against me in the staff room and is trying to get all of my teachers to believe that I should be black-listed.
What.
The.
Fuck.
I ask you.

What the HELL am I supposed to do?!

Astaghfirullah.

For some reason, I decided to go through my previous albums on Facebook. I thought it might be fun. I cannot begin to explain how WRONG I was.
The pictures are (waqai) HIDEOUS. HIDEOUS. Uff taubah. I have no idea why I uploaded those. I am HORRIFIED. Yes, the extra emphasis is needed.
I'm in shock.
What was I, blind?!
Blind.
Haye Allah.



P.S. I deleted those albums, so no point in racing off gleefully to FB so you can point and laugh *evil look*

Wednesday.

Survival of the fittest then, isn't it?

Tuesday, February 9.

I don't think its ever been this bad.

I Love UrbanDictionary =D

Maryam:
An incredibly beautiful and selfless person. Usually one who is very active and otherwise very fit and sexy. Smells like roses, jasmine, and orange blossom. She's a very smart person who is prone to success & happiness. she's chill, cool, hot, sexy, happy & always looks good no matter what.

Mona:
A dreamy girl who makes an entire room light up with just a smile. Pure and innocent. Wonderful, funny, lovable and entertaining. Secretly lusted after by many people. A being of total perfection; flawless. Once you met her, she will linger in your thoughts and dreams- she is unforgettable. Addictive. Beautiful yet sexy. Has been known to 'put a spell' on the people that she meets, making them obsess over her. Has a mysterious aura.

Guru Baba

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What Do I Do?

June or July I graduate (Inshallah)
I have NO IDEA what I'm supposed to do after.
M.Sc? M.Phil? A.D.C.P.? WHAT?!

Or maybe H.R.M.

AGH. Suggestions?

Wedesday.

Who's the scared, teacher's pet, hypocrite now, B?

P.S. I bought w395. It sucks.

Haye Shukar Hai!

OH.
MY.
GOD.

I'm in my last semester of Hons. You know what's so awesome about it? IS KE BAAD KOI SEMESTER NAI =D =D =D
Ha!

Death By Belief.

She knelt in front of them, genuflecting, her head bowing forwards in respect, her long, dark tresses covering her face. They stared back, their habits, tunics and veils barely stirring in the light breeze, their regard forbidding. The cold, harsh stones pressed into her knee, making her shiver. Biting back a sob, she dared raise her head a few inches, risking a glance at those towering before her. The one in the front inclined her head and held out her hand, cradling a whip, towards the woman kneeling on the floor. The others shifted and murmured among themselves. She spoke sharply, to quiet the others and gestured impatiently with the whip, making the woman on the floor hesitatingly reach out to it. It was meant for her. Meant to punish herself. She felt the cold of the whip in her hand and stared at it, the long end of it reminding her of a snake, gleaming, poised to strike with its poisonous fangs. She raised it above her head, readying herself for the first strike, the muscles of her bare back bunching in tense anticipation. She brought it down falteringly, with the others looking on, silent once more. Only her harsh breathing echoed in the cold, cruel room. She raised it again, brought it back down with more force, again and again and again while the one in the front smiled and looked on with pleasure, her eyes gleaming. The whip bit into her back, making the skin split open and start to bleed, her body shivering, her teeth biting her lips to keep from screaming out loud. Her bones jutted out from her back, a striking contrast to the pale, pale, silk like skin that covered them. Losing herself in the pain and reveling in it, she whipped her back with more and more force till her arms gave out and the one in the front took over for the woman - whipping and whipping and whipping till the red haze cleared out of her black mind and saw the broken, bleeding body of the woman who once used to live inside it.

10-01-10

What is with you people?! I log in every day, NOBODY blogs. The same week old posts I see every day. I don't log in for a DAY. One day. And EVERYONE has updated their blog. Ajeeb log ho.

Mehreen, I feel dumb every time I read your brilliant posts. So here's a public apology and a reason for why I don't comment as much as I should. Neelofer, I lost your blog links *hangs head in shame* I love you, don't kill meh.

So. Besides that. My exams are over with but I have 3 practicals left. Viva. 3 viva. *gulp*
Help me, God.

Thund kuch zyada nai ho gai Lahore mein?

Why Can't It Be This Way?

Scene 1:
Maryam has been sitting holed up in her room, studying for her toughest exam yet. She doesn't care about food, sleep or showering (ew?), she doesn't go online, she's ditched all her friends, she's boycotted her family., all she wants to do is study, study, study so she can ace her exam and score one of the highest averages in the class!

Scene 2:
Maryam thinks about studying and goes like 'yeah, whatever' for her toughest exam yet. She looks up at the ceiling, doodles stuff here and there, blogs, checks Facebook and Hotmail 2345777 times a day, cooks and cleans and calls and messages her friends. She plays Restaurant City and Sorority Life and FB messages friends she hasn't spoken to in a while. She tries random experiments in her kitchen, stares at her mobile, twiddles her thumbs and whistles. She has chaye, chaye and more chaye and stares up at the ceiling some more. Oh wait, but she has an exam! *insert gasp* Oh, Lord, she should be studying! *insert collective gasp* And still she says, with such grace and eloquence 'yeah, whatever'.

How I WISH Scene 1 were the case, and not Scene 2.

From 05-01-09 to 05-01-10

Happy Anniversary,

Blog =)

Is It Me Or Is It Me?

You know that cliched, over-worked, over-used 'I hate everything'?

Well. Fits perfectly today. I hate everything today: my headphones tangling up, my jeans getting beneath my soles, my toe-socks getting snagged on the wrong toe, yep you got it now. EVERYTHING. I hate every damn thing. People, too. People are annoying me too. I'm not stupid enough to think that its just me, I'm sure I'm annoying them way worse with this attitude but GOD what do I do?! I don't know how to not be this way. What, is this exam stress (HA!) or the not recovering part? I just don't know. I really hope I'm not the only person to have days like this. And get on people's nerves like this. Yeah, like me with this post and you making that 'is she nuts?' expression while reading it. Don't blame you.