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Phone Bell

Tuesday – 13 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 21 Sravana 1925 – 12 August 2003 

.hmmmmm. after thinking too much over whether to call or not to call. today i finally worked up the nerve to call him. A.A. that is. yey for me and my progressing relationship.

we were having tea when i saw a phone booth. voila. well i went there. hands trembling. heart fluttering. will he like me ? will i like him ? will he sweep me off my feet with his voice ? will he like my voice ? yes yes i know it is just a phone call. but it is my first to some guy that i am interested in and he knows that too. a big jump in our relationship. the next level. the level where we not only see characters on the screen from each other but also listen to each others voice and emotions. VERY intimate keeping in view my track record.

well i called finally. no one picked up. i called again. same thing. i can accept this for a home phone. but how dumb do you have to be to leave your cellphone unattended for about half an hour. well i called about 5 times and every time no one picked up. all my expectations in vain. all my desires in the dust. all my passions washed away. so i am going to turn into a MEGA HE bitch :)

A.A. mail me and apologize. NOW !

otherwise the day was VERY VERY dull the only other things of interest would include me opening the mouse from behind (i know, dirty) and cleaning the dirt from the ball. and also me dropping about three tables spoons of water when i tried to drink it hastily in the afternoon.

yes. that is just how boring my life can get at times. :)

oh and i forgot. today my boss told me that a certain word means XYZ in urdu. but i told him it meant ABC and that he was wrong basically. we looked each other in the eyes. i so fucking knew i was right. so i went to my desk immediately and got a lughat(urdu dictionary). he was right. i was wrong. i have never been that ashamed in my life. first for not knowing the meaning of a word in urdu. then for acting like such a prick with such a nice guy as my boss. so now i am thinking of showering him with a few rewards so he does not hate me for my obvious character flaws. example make sure he knows as soon as the tea comes so he can have it hot. also to make sure i clean his desk with a tissue because he hates when there is thin file of dust on it.

awwwwww. i am so cute. ;). and so maternal. EWWWW !!! no !!! (neanderthal accent) i am man. i eat meat. i kill deer. i cook deer. i tear flesh. ahhhhhhhhhhh. thank goodness. for a moment there i though i was overacting with the maternal thing.

have fun y’all. and yes, you donot have to tell me. todays post WAS nice.

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Monitor

Saturday – 25 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 04 Sravana 1925 – 26 July 2003

hmmmm. i hate my monitor i am going to get a new one. i hate my keyboard but i am not going to get a new one because i am too used to it. whoa. thats sounds like some peoples relationships. i hated my mouse and i just got a new one 5 mins ago. hence this post is possible.

well it has been raining a lot in karachi for the past few weeks. more than the last 8-10 years. so it rains all day long on and off, on and off. the whole family sits besides the windows looking out and beaming at the wonderful weather. having lots of tea and samosas and pakoras.

i have finally realized what tgif means. today is saturday and i am at home. i feel so so so so relieved that i do not have to work today. it is making me giddy. also my last day at work didnt go so well. my boss had too much work to do and he let out a lot of steam. since i am new. at me.

at one point i was told that i am so slow that my bosses computer can think faster. i didnt pay much importance or attention to anything that he said after that. i was too occupied thinking how stupid he is. also how he has this small ink stain on his pocket. which i will never tell him about but i will tell everyone else at work about.

i am such a bitch.

also i have this really really cool joke to share with you its basically a pun on a word “our research department tells us that is the days of Queen Elizabeth the First, some ladies in waiting liked to curl up with a good book, while others were satisfied with one of the pages.” ;).

Hetrosexuals

Wednesday – 15 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 25 Asadh 1925 – 16 July 2003

the day is going wonderfully. wonderful weather. wonderful aandhi (strong winds, rain, a little dust blowing). in short excellent weather. i go out after such a long time. i roam around the shops and see things and people. it is nice. it is too nice. it is too good to be true. oh dear something is going to happen. something is going to happen. as soon as i realized i am obsessing about something uselessly i stop it. i enjoy the mall. extremely cute guys. well it was nice. then i met a friend. we went to have some tea. suddenly his friend comes along. he is so damned fucking cute i choke on my biscuit and drop dead besides my chair.

the three of us talk a bit. wonderful weather outside. WONDERFUL. cloudy. light rain. cool breeze.(what we call wonderful weather in pakistan is slightly different from america or europe). so we sit around drinking tea. then i notice that the hunk is acting slightly interested. my friend has to go for a bit. i get to talk to the hunk. he was WOW! well we talked for a while. i thought i had met ‘the one’. he was cute and sexy and humorous and smart and educated.

but my happiness was to be squashed. a girl came to our table. she was hot as well. the hunk i was with got up and sat down with her on the sofa. slightly forward behaviour in pakistan. but enough to tell me which two people were interested in each other. and which gay idiot fell for a straight guy who on top of everything was already with a hot girl. we had tea. she was nice as well. but i hate her all the same. then i went home and felt sorry for myself. i am doing this right now by the way.

i am sickened by all this blatant display of heterosexual instincts. specially by men i am interested in.