Top Notch Stuff

2005-10-14T22:11:00.000+05:00

-10:30 pm-I return to blogging today-Iv filled in every possible writing space in my diary.Personally i like to write by hand.Its typical and anything good iv ever produced has been by the pen,I know im a bit of a technophobe.traditional things attract me but I live up to date.Long live the diary!to blog is to do.
I still havnt gotten over the trauma brought by last Saturday's Earthquake up Northern pakistan.School i'll not even mention.Whats the use of crying about it anyway?six more months and im out of that hell.
Watched a report about the quake survivors on the local tv.The reporters are lousy.What are these people playing at?hiring women who take an entire lifetime to put make-up before reading the news?and look like they used half the revlon base?Speak like theyv were working for an indian soap opera half their life?Broadcasting should be taken seriously.

"I Just Wanna be average"

2005-09-27T17:35:00.000+05:00

"And the teachers would have needed some inventiveness, for none of us was groomed for the classroom. It wasn't just that I didn't know things - didn't know how to simplify algebraic fractions, couldn't identify different kinds of clauses, bungled Spanish translations - but that I had developed various faulty and inadequate ways of doing algebra and making sense of Spanish. Worse yet, the years of defensive tuning out in elementary school had given me a way to escape quickly while seeming at least half alert. During my time in Voc. Ed., I developed further into a mediocre student and a somnambulant problem solver, and that affected the subjects I did have the wherewithal to handle: I detested Shakespeare; I got bored with history. My attention flitted here and there. I fooled around in class and read my books indifferently - the intellectual equivalent of playing with your food. I did what I had to do to get by, and I did it with half a mind."-Mike Rose

2005-08-13T14:06:00.000+05:00

I completely forgot to mention about the terrible independence day celebration at school yesterday.We had
-2 speeches from the cambridge(in English)
-1 speech from the matric(urdu)
-cheap dance items from the primary and middle school
-national songs(cambridge)
-national songs(matric)
-sr julie's speech at the end.

We will shift tomorrow.The house is all empty.Thers no fride,tv,freezer,computer and other technological help-Im feeling nervous.I dont know how i will make it thru the entire skool year.Something has to be done.

2005-08-12T14:44:00.000+05:00

Had to walk all the way from Empress market since the car was stuck in traffic-
I didnt listen to what Miss Ayesha was doing in maths.cause i was doing the english essay.How will i do the homework??????
The cheap school made us buy the national flags(they got them for free last year from some sponser)Thats ten rupees wasted.
Im eating three milk toffees a day!its not my fault though-there isnt any gud stuff available.Tabinda has suggested the canteen rolls.Ill try on monday.
Collar bones dont show ANYMORE!!!!!!!

School-The miserable life.

2005-08-09T17:47:00.000+05:00

It has only been two days at school and i already feel bored.Iam sick and tired of stupid english teachers who say stuff like"more happier"and "how does it works?"I feel rotten.Some teacher was telling us how we shouldnt waste our time.Then she launched into a religous lecture and wasted the students time.I however,exempted myself and stared out of the window.
Im at Tabinda's and having a good time for a change.When Iam rich and famous I'll do whatever i can for her.at this time of misery,she makes me laugh.
All great people such as ernest hemingway and shakespeare never went to college.I dont need this so-called education either...

2005-08-04T00:22:00.000+05:00

Now we are having to live without one phone and The digi camera has gone crazy too-
Last night we had a wierd moment and i didnt feel like listening to my parents so when theyd gone i tried to look into my neighbors bedroom.Apparently theyr off each other totally.
Married life must really suck.But im not doing any better either.
Can you just belive it?School starts this MOnday!yes!this monday.
How will i cope up with the shifting?im bound to fail the stinking monthly tests.And even if i pass its not something great.

Opening chapter from the secret diary of Adrian Mole

2005-08-02T14:57:00.000+05:00

Thursday January 1st
BANE HOLIDAY IN ENGLAND,
IRELAND, SCOTLAND AND WALES
These are my New Year's resolutions:

I will help the blind across the road.
I will hang my trousers up.
I will put the sleeves back on my records.
I will not start smoking.
I will stop squeezing my spots.
I will be kind to the dog.
I will help the poor and ignorant.

After hearing the disgusting noises from downstairs last night, I have also vowed never to drink alcohol.

My father got the dog drunk on cherry brandy at the party last night. If the RSPCA hear about it he could get done. Eight days have gone by since Christmas Day but my mother still hasn't worn the green lurex apron I bought her for Christmas! She will get bathcubes next year.

Just my luck, I've got a spot on my chin for the first day of the New Year!
Friday January 2nd
BANK HOLIDAY IN SCOTLAND. FULL MOON

I felt rotten today. It's my mother's fault for singing "My Way" at two o'clock in the morning at the top of the stairs. Just my luck to have a mother like her. There is a chance my parents could be alcoholics. Next year I could be in a children's home.

The dog got its own back on my father. It jumped up and knocked down his model ship, then ran into the garden with the rigging tangled in its feet. My father kept saying, "Three months' work down the drain," over and over again. The spot on my chin is getting bigger. It's my mother's fault for not knowing about vitamins.

Saturday January 3rd

I shall go mad through lack of sleep! My father has banned the dog from the house so it barked outside my window all night. Just my luck! My father shouted a swear-word at it. If he's not careful he will get done by the police for obscene language.

I think the spot is a boil. Just my luck to have it where everybody can see it. I pointed out to my mother that I hadn't had any vitamin C today. She said, "Go and buy an orange, then." This is typical.

She still hasn't worn the lurex apron.

I will be glad to get back to school.

Sunday January 4th
SECOND AFTER CHRISTMAS

My father has got the flu. I'm not surprised with the diet we get. My mother went out in the rain to get him a vitamin C drink, but as I told her, "It's too late now." It's a miracle we don't get scurvy. My mother says she can't see anything on my chin, but this is guilt because of the diet.

The dog has run off because my mother didn't close the gate. I have broken the arm on the stereo. Nobody knows yet, and with a bit of luck my father will be ill for a long time. He is the only one who uses it apart from me, No sign of the apron.

Monday January 5th

The dog hasn't come back yet. It is peaceful without it. My mother rang the police and gave a description of the dog. She made it sound worse than it actually is: straggly hair over its eyes and all that. I really think the police have got better things to do than look for dogs, such as catchingmurderers. I told my mother this but she still rang them. Serve her right if she was murdered because of the dog.

My father is still lazing about in bed. He is supposed to be ill, but I noticed he is still smoking!

Nigel came round today. He has got a tan from his Christmas holiday. I think Nigel will be ill soon from the shock of the cold in England. I think Nigel's parents were wrong to take him abroad.

He hasn't got a single spot yet.

Tuesday January 6th
EPIPHANY. NEW M0ON

The dog is in trouble!

It knocked a meter-reader off his bike and messed all the cards up. So now we will all end up in court I expect. A policeman said we must keep the dog under control and asked how long it had been lame. My mother said it wasn't, lame, and examined it. There was a tiny model pirate trapped in its left front paw.

The dog was pleased when my mother took the pirate out and it jumped up the policeman's tunic with its muddy paws. My mother fetched a cloth from the kitchen but it had strawberry jam on it where I had wiped the knife, so the tunic was worse than ever. The policeman went then. I'm sure he swore. I could report him for that.

I will look up Epiphany in my new dictionary.

Wednesday January 7th

Nigel came round on his new bike this morning. It has got a water bottle, a milometer, a speedometer, a yellow saddle, and very thin racing wheels. It's wasted on Nigel. He only goes to the shops and back on it. If I had it, I would go all over the country and have an experience.

My spot or boil has reached its peak. Surely it can't get any bigger!

I found a word in my dictionary that describes my father. It is malingerer. He is still in bed guzzling vitamin C.

The dog is locked in the coal shed.

Epiphany is something to do with the three wise men. Big deal!

Thursday January 8th

Now my mother has got the flu. This means that I have to look after them both. Just my luck!

I have been up and down the stairs all day. I cooked a big dinner for them tonight: two poached eggs with beans, and tinned semolina pudding. It's a good job I wore the green lurex apron because...

2005-07-30T01:55:00.000+05:00

HEY!HEY!HEY-got an email from youngworld.these guys might even pay me!the angels might smile on me again.
No Tv as yet-Im even missing the "Pampers" advertisement.

2005-07-28T22:12:00.000+05:00

called up the damn guy.he said we'll have to get a new wire and then pay him to fix it blah-blah-blah.my dad refused to pay him and im gonna have to live without tv.cool!amazing!fabulous!if its not one thing..
tabinda got pretty happy that i had mentioned her on the world wide web and she deserved it too.i mean i keep borrowing things from her.if i didnt she'd kick my ass and tell me to get my own books.And i have only 150 rupees left.Spent all on icecream and lipgloss-im used to being poor now.

2005-07-27T01:27:00.000+05:00

lazed about here and there and did nothing constructive.i now know the mystery behind the tv connection issue.apparently my father didnt pay the guy-so he cut off our connection permanently.so ill call the goddamn guy myself tomorrow.
just discovered on google that diary keepers are generally mentally ill.Maybe my english teacher was right about me being wierd.iv had a diary for ages...

2005-07-26T02:06:00.000+05:00

im trying to relax.im spending time on the mattress in my room-with the music real loud.trying to complete an essay i started in the last decade..
Went to tabinda's-then to a relative's(free dinner).the tv connection has gone crazy.now we're free of all the shit that we used to curse.So there!one less thing to complain about.
There's nothing interesting in the fride.will have to makedo with bread and butter for right now.

2005-07-25T01:05:00.000+05:00

So We're moving!out of the house iv lived in for five years!there are paper bags and cardboared boxes all over the place-my mum looked desperate and tired as she sorted thru old stuff.i offered to help but the work was so tedious that i finally gave up?why should i suffer from all the neurosis?there was nothing i could do to help anyone-so i took my dinner and coke to my room and ate on the floor(my writing table and the bed have been kicked out)Packed my sisters economics books and dragged the goddamn carton to the store
school starts August 8th!

Victims of Technology

2005-06-20T16:47:00.000+05:00

I swear, I hate that toaster-no matter what I do it always burns the bread and I end up eating burnt breakfast everyday-yet I don't say I can manage without it. My entire life is surrounded by technology except perhaps when I’m at school-our school still prefers to live in the nineteenth century-alas! It is very sad indeed-how can they expect me to complete an assignment without electronic research! Might as well remind them we have entered the twenty first century where people work on computers and use digital media for presentations. I can’t use the internet at school- hence paralyzed in a way. We do have computers- yup we do have them but only for logo (boring beyond belief) at middle school and for actually nothing in high school .Surprised? Wondering how I survive?
I often used to wonder what life would be like without technology and I get the taste of it somehow when the merciless power failures make me scream!
I have become so selfish and its all technology's fault-I talk to my friends when they're on MSN, and I only sit with my family in the backyard when there’s no electricity- call me an obsessed-with-technology-freak-but to think of it who isn't?-I just can’t work without my computer, the microwave and what would I do without the hairdryer? which reminds me its not working anymore-I dropped it by mistake in my hurry to blow-dry, for a party which turned out to be a total disaster. Let’s not just talk about it okay?
Well, Here's actually the worst-last week my computer broke down and wouldn't even start no matter how hard I tried to fix it-next morning I was up at the crack of Dawn(on a Saturday!! Under normal circumstances, I usually laze away in bed until noon) yup! I was awake at 5!not because I wanted to see the sunrise and be the first one to get hold of the Saturday paper but I was up so that id be able to send the computer to the repair shop with my dad, on his way to the office.
So the three days went on boringly and for the first time in ages I read Dan Brown while sipping coffee (prepared by the coffee maker of course-you can’t expect me to do all that stuff by myself? or can you?)on my bed-my eyes relaxing for once, thankful to be away from the computer screen for once.

After three days of extreme boredom, the computer got back-it was like welcoming a
relative from the States-the misery and agony and anxiety blah-blah-blah can’t exactly be put into words, I couldn’t check my e-mail(most of it is junk anyway) and couldn’t sign up on the thousand sites iv joined-Okay I’m dead embarrassed to admit to the fact that I can’t pass my day without a bit of orkutting-I have to reply to my friends' scraps-cant let them down or can I?

Year before last, my family and I went to Azad Kashmir-not to see what was happening on the borders but to say hello to my mamu and his family. I enjoyed the starry sky, the beautiful mountains and everything else you could count in the name of natural beauty for a complete thirty seconds, patiently, then I was asking questions like” is there cable on the TV?” I longed for the internet!!!!!!!! “I have to reply to email!” I used to scream every now and then. I missed the sound of cell phones. The small town was dead quiet and living in Karachi I’m not used to staying in silence for even half a second.
Technology is crazy and drives me up the wall at times-thanks to those Japanese-looking people who proudly show off new models of cell phones on the telly every second I feel that my poor old Nokia(3300 right?)is more obsolete than ever. And what am I supposed to do when my watch stops working in the middle of an important exam?(no wonder I failed); and what do I do when the cute looking air con refuses to work- exposing me to the unbearable heat? The answer comes to me pretty easily- learn to use the hourglass honey, and when your Air conditioner breaks down, remember that somewhere, someone is working with stuff like cement in the same terrible heat! If you're anything like me you'll be overcome with feelings of deep emotion and will be grateful for the dear old fan.
Thanks to Msn chat I practically use the word LOL (laugh out loud)in my daily intercourse. I don’t remember having a conversation with friends that didn’t include the internet, cell phones, media player and guys! okay I’m still normal.
Technology even makes me lazy-first there was the main huge looking telephone set located in the middle of the living room so that I had to walk out of my room to attend some Tom Dick or Harry’s call. Then came the cordless but my mum never let us buy the cordless saying that we’d become even lazier-Now there are cell phones! Lie on your bed with a drink or shake nearby (mango shake is a personal favorite but diet coke can also do when mangoes are not available), laze away your Sunday afternoon and waste away some rich kid's money.
One evening I was having a shower with the music playing in my room, as I started conditioning my freshly shampooed, sweet smelling hair, I felt something was seriously wrong outside the bathroom door-uh no! the CD in the CD-player was stuck and it felt like Simple plan's lead singer was stammering "welcoooommmmmee tooo m-yyy l-iiiff--ee"i ignored the noise for sometime but then it was too much to bear so I picked up a tee-shirt from the bathroom floor and tied a towel round my bare legs(the noise more irritating than ever), rushed out with as much dignity as that attire would allow and pulled out the plug-by the time I was back in the bathroom, the conditioner on my hair felt thicker than ever, my shoulders were sweating and I felt like a total loser. and I still have that cd-player and similar incidents keep happening. So you're gonna tell me" Girl, get real for once and throw it away"
Easier said than done-I don’t have enough money for a lip-gloss let alone a CD-player! and by the way I can’t do without music practically.

Patricia volks writes
“past cyber space into outer space, I stare at the sturgeon moon-its a full moon, a gorgeous moon-Then I remember we’ve left junk up there, aluminum flagpoles, parachute cloth, lunar rovers-yup junk on the moon”I don’t even remember where I read these lines but I was just going through my documents on the computer and there were these lines in a funky sort of font at the end of one of my essays.

We have a family dinner at this really cool place tonight so I’m going to sit, relax, treat myself to ice-cream, put some light make-up, wear my high heels which look sexier than any cell phone ever invented, and basically enjoy my Saturday night. It’s nice to get away from the computer once in a while but well my Aussie friend must have e-mailed. I’ll check it tomorrow as I have breakfast.
And I hate that toaster.

2005-06-05T15:42:00.000+05:00

Hey Dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according To plan?
Do you think I’m wasting My time doing things I Wanna do?
But it hurts when you Disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good Enough for you
I can’t pretend that I’m alright And you can’t change me
Cuz we lost it all Nothing lasts forever
I’m sorry I can’t be Perfect
Now it’s just too late And we can’t go back
I’m sorry I can’t be Perfect

2005-06-04T15:54:00.000+05:00

this has to be the most boring vacation.im bored out of my mind.theres nothing to do-besides staring at the same four walls of my room!