SD.

Finding new and varied ways to self destruct.

Oh, yeah.

Class of 2010.

We had our convocation yesterday. 20th Jan is a day I will never in my life forget. The new V.C. went all out for the celebration and hosted an amazing lunch. I swear to God, I had never felt this happy or proud of my university in the past 7 years as much as I did yesterday.

See, when I was in my previous university things were a little like this:

Random Aunty
"Beta school kaunsa tha?"

"LGS".

"HAYE MASHALLAH. O LAVAL?"

"Nahi aunty, matric kia hai".

*opinion of me sinks a little*

Disappointed smile "Oh. Acha. Uss ke baad to A LAVAL kiya ho ga na?"

"Jee nai aunty, Inter kia tha".

*opinion sinks even lower*

"Inter? Tch tch tch... KC se beta?"

Here we go. "LC se aunty".

*jaw drops, eyes bulge, horrified stare ensues*

"Ab LUMS mein ho? LSE? KC? etc etc" hopeful smile

"NAHI AUNTY ABHI BHI LAHORE KAALIJ FAR VEEMIN UNIVERSITY MEIN HUN".

She refuses to talk to me after that. Since I was now equal to the dirt beneath her feet. Mehehe.

On a more serious note, yeah we were sometimes embarrassed about where we came from because things actually were that bad there. I will never in my life say that the 6 years I spent in LC were good. There were good moments, yes but those were few and far between.


But the send off we got... I shall always remember this day. One of the best-est of best days.

OH MY GOD THIS IS

So now that I've got your attention, like this please. Sister needs votes.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150492229197648&set=a.10150492228477648.376459.279730212647&type=1&ref=nf

This whole thing (blog post) was her idea, FYI. GO LIKE THENX. 

W.

Sometimes there is just no limit to how blind and stupid you can get.

You spend your life thinking one thing and then something happens that throws you off track so bad, your eyes tear, your blood slows, you fall down and scrape your knees and the cracks and sores take years to heal.

And then it scabs over and hardens into something bitter and sad and then you spend every moment regretting what happened and why.

Time heals all wounds? I have yet to experience that. 

Sometimes Forwarded Texts Don't Suck.

Do you know, that the people who seem the strongest are usually the most sensitive?

Do you know, the people who exhibit the most kindness are usually the first to get mistreated?

Do you know, those who take care of others all the time are usually the ones who need it the most?

Do you know, the hardest 3 things to say are:

I love you

I'm sorry

Help me.

Be kind to everyone you meet as you may never know who is fighting what battle, and when. 

Youth Punjab.

60% walon ke naam hain wahan.

Aur mera nahi hai.

Vut unfairnezz.

-There is no other Maryam Reza in GCU. Spashul feelings.

O_O

Kitne emo posts hain meray. If I were you, I'd un-follow me.

NO WAIT LOL JK WALI BAAT THI STAY HERE.

Dem.

Placement Semester III.

Finally came to an end. The weirdest semester I think. The kids were totally normal and beyond study problems + time management issues there was honestly nothing else wrong with them. Which is good for them, bad for us =P

Except for a few rare cases.

But all in all, this placement was much more relaxed than the previous ones. Plus, I got to know A LOT about government schools; which I never would have known otherwise. Honestly, all those who study in these schools and go on to higher education have my deepest respect. Its not easy.

I hated the teachers there. Heartless and cruel.
Some kids were beyond irritating (sadly, most were girls).
Some were amazing (I had pretty awesome boys). 

9:54

There's a friend of mine who needs a lot of prayers and good wishes.

Names aren't important here, lets just say she needs the support and all the prayers that anyone can send her way.

Make sure you put in a tiny request to God as soon as you read this.

Thanks <3

12/24/2011.

There is a negative filter permanently fixed in my mind.

How ironic that I have to teach positive thinking to school children.

Hypocrisy, thy name is Psychology.

Its Impossible, Sometimes.

When do you decide that this is where you draw the line?

Where's the border between being a counselor and being a personal friend?

How do you know when you've done enough?

How do you decide that you can't go further?

How do you stop yourself from trying?

They all tell us that there comes a point when you just can't do any more for your client. No matter how much you want to. They tell us that we can't help everyone. That there's a full stop here somewhere.

What they don't tell is how. How do you do all that?

How do you hold yourself back from thinking that maybe, maybe, just this time.. You can help a little more.

Mehman Bhagwaan Hai. O Rly?

Mom: JALDI KARO, THEY'RE ALMOST HERE.

*Maryam in phattay puranay ghaleez ganday kapray hunched in front of the laptop*: Acha jee, mama.

1.45678 seconds later

Mom: MONA. Uth jao. *scary glare*

I run upstairs and put on whatever is clean and/or ironed. Nothing can be done about my zombie-like face with dark circles down to my nose. So.

*guests pile in, big smiles all around, smelly tight hugs that make me want to run the hell away*

"BETAAAAAA KAISI HO?"

"Jee, theek hun aunty, thank you. Aap kaisi hain?"

*ignores and goes off to greet my younger sister (Sid)*

"KAISI HO SID BETI?"

*polite smile* "Theek hun, aunty."

"TUMHARI BEHN KAISI HAI BETA?"

Me: cbnji873ryu0932imnx,m ??!!!!

*Sid struggling to control her laughter* "Wo bhi theek hai."

"WO KYA KAR RAHI HAI AJ KAL BETAAA?"

Me: I'm standing right here. Mujh se puch lein.

Sid: Jee wo... M.S. kar rahi hai.

"KYA BETA? MSC?"

Me: AUNTY M.PHIL KAR RAI HUN, M.PHIL.

"HAYE ALLAH LARKI, SHADI NAHI KARNI?! ITNA PARH KE SARI UMAR GUZAAR DI HAI, KITNE SAAL KI HO GAYEE HO? BUS KAR DO AB, APNE MAA BAAP KA KHAYAL KARO."

Me: ...

"DOOB MARNAY KA MUQAAM HAI."

Me: Sahi keh rai hain. 18 saal parh ke zaya ki maa baap ki mehnat. Tch. Kya socha tha meine.

*aunty turns to mom and starts counseling about how munnday won't marry a girl jiss ke chehray se noor utar jaye*

Me: Maar de mujhe goli. Waqai doob marnay ka muqaam hai.

I'm very socially awkward when it comes to our 'baraadri'. Well, not socially awkward as such. More like... "badtameez, munh phatt, besharam, loud".

My mom is the exact opposite. Haha. Its kind of funny when people expect me to be like her and I'm so... not. =P

I do not like aunties -.-

MATRIX.

If I could save up all the conversations you and I ever had, they'd make for an 'AAPICK' book.

But guess what.

My thread got deleted.

No wait, I deleted it. Neend mein thi =(

So I'll post up a 'hot si' picture of you instead.


Because I love you <3
And you asked me.

Blurbs.

Baba's back home from Hajj. His second, Mashallah.

I HATE THIS EMOTICON ":S". I really, really hate it.

I love pistachios and roasted almonds.

Its the 16th of November and I'm still wearing lawn.

Sweater wali thandd kab aye gi?

Iss semester boht party time ho raha hai.

Utna he work time hai.

Which means no sleep.

Once, I was ill with a serious throat infection. Dad gave me the cough syrup and I slept for 1 day and 1 night. Constantly, without waking up. For someone who slept 5-6 hours on average (before M.S) it was shocking. Because I was supposed to have 1 teaspoon of the syrup and dad accidentally gave me 2 tablespoons. Funny tha, boht.

Ab to I'm jumping in ecstasy if I get to sleep more than 4 hours -___-

But. 8 months to go and then I'm done. Officially. Daaktar Maryam.

11/13/11.

This isn't meant to be offensive, it just shows what insensitive asses we are. If you do take offense, I suggest you go jump off a cliff.

B: F kehti tumhe good new sunani hai.

Me: Good news? Zarur rishta ho ga.

B: Lol, haan uss ki baat pakki ho gai hai.

Me: Mubarak ho ussay. Khush hai?

B: HAN AISI WAISI. Abi online hai. Keh rai hai pic dikhati hun. I'll show it to you then =D

Me: HAYE HAYE HAYE. JALDI!

B: Bakol uss ke 'handsome aur stylish' hai. Modeling be ki hui hai =O

Me: ... LULZ. Achaw? =P uss ko bolo abhi dekhaye!

B: Loading.

*2 mins later*

B: Mona, mujhe heart attack anay wala hai.

Me: Kyun? OMG, DEKHI?!

B: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Heart attack =O

Me: DEKHA NA!

B: Kar rahi hun send. Aap ruk jayen bus please. Kahin jana nai.

*I receive picture. I open. I stare*

Me: HAYE HAYE. TAUBA ASTAGHFAR. Pehle confirm karo yeh larka hai? =O

B: Haha, sorry mujhe dil ka daura parr raha hai. Kuch kehna mushkil hai iss waqt.

Me: Nai, please. Please tell me *its* gender. Confirm nai ho raha. Mama just saw the picture and the first thing she said was 'ye larka hai?' HAHAHAHAHA.

B: Hahaha, nai choti beti hai F ki =D

Me: Hahaha yar, seriously. Lagti be choti beti hai. Mujhe yakeen nai ho raha =O

B: Mujhe to qasam se dekh kar jhatka laga. 

Me: I know exactly how you feel.