Two girls one cup.

Does the title of the post really have to be related to the matter of the post? I say no. So, no. It doesn't have to be.

Waisay, I found out yesterday, that if I am seriously depressed and I diss someone, my mood changes. Like, no more depression. At all.

I'm bored. I have nothing to do all day long but facebook. I say facebook like its some sort of verb. I think it may just be a verb. And I didn't write a article in the Lysias. Sad. I know. Maybe I'll write it early now so I don't have to write on the last day.

I'm now bored even more. Bye bye.

Day Three

Wow. I didn't even know that dust storms can be THAT sudden. It all happened like *snap*! and there were like a billion tons of dust billowing through the streets of Lahore. The strong gusts were shaking the trees rather rigorously and the loose leaves littered the streets. Our recently washed car was enveloped in a couple hundred layers of dust. And then the report of live-wires touching and the bright flashes caused by it filled the night sky, though I have to admit it was a little scary at first, what with virtually all street lights off on our way back home. It was simply amazing. I have never seen anything like it before. Or at least I think I haven't. It was around T minus 30 minutes to the Paki vs SA semi-final. Upon reaching home I realized that we'll be having company, the sort of company you NEED while watching such an exciting match. The adrenaline was pumping, air thick with talks of how Younis Khan needs to proceed with the bowling line-up, and the awesome Pizza. A night to be remembered, for sure. Lahore Lahore 'ay!

What a day 13/06/09

This is one day that I will never forget. I probably won't be allowed to forget this day, but let's hope to God that that factor gets kicked out of the equation. Yesterday gave me a new perspective on life. I don't know if I am just saying this now, or if I am trying to make my self feel better, but are looks everything? I sure do hope to God they aren't.

I realized that I have too much fun for the last time. I have had too much shughal. Maybe its something that I said somewhere that's come up to bite me in the ass. Hopefully, the scar will heal in 7 to 10 days, or so this article suggests.

Its quite odd going out and looking at people staring at you, people who have seen you almost everyday for the past 6 or 7 years, and see the un-asked questions in their eyes. Its quite demeaning, honestly. Why don't these people just ask me about it?