This is going to be my fourth cup, no wait, MUGGA of tea since 4 am. With only one chapter of bio covered.
Maasi museebatein procrastination is.
Maasi museebatein procrastination is.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Ghost of the sun.
The thin darkness here
Not strong enough to make you appear
I once changed my style
When they said hello I said goodbye
I once played a role
I was out there marketing my soul
The city of glass that I live in
The coldness from my brothers skin
I trusted you you lied
It's all I hear a fucking lie
I don't give a shit it's over now
It's all I know you broke the vow
Can't have it undone
In time we all call out for relief
See two lovers meet
Pass you on the street
Not strong enough to make you appear
I once changed my style
When they said hello I said goodbye
I once played a role
I was out there marketing my soul
The city of glass that I live in
The coldness from my brothers skin
I trusted you you lied
It's all I hear a fucking lie
I don't give a shit it's over now
It's all I know you broke the vow
Truth is I have seen it come
Seen the ghost of the sunCan't have it undone
In time we all call out for relief
See two lovers meet
Pass you on the street
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Aye haye.
We all suck at describing ourselves. Especially in 200 words. Look at me I'm this. =_= I had to write a stupid essay on this topic for ifpPakistan '09. It's like an emo ending to some cheap ass super hero movie. Boo. Here it goes. -Ahem-
"Describing one’s self, easy as it may seem, proves to be a complete contrast of the former assumption. In fact, for most individuals, probing their layers of personality and then further compressing it in three words is an impossible task. And I’m one of those people. Because I am like any other person: an amalgamation of a myriad of traits.
But since I have to perform this much challenging task for the essay, I selected the three words that are an irreparable certitude of my being.
The most incontrovertible word to downright describe me would be “Reckless”. I’m, by far, the most boisterously careless teenager you’ll ever stumble upon. And believe me, this isn’t an appreciable ascription at all. Because my carefree behavior has caused periods of gust and turbulence in the oceans that curb people’s lives, including mine. It’s a workaday story in my case to do something very foolhardy spanning from failing to read what that question in the math test actually meant, to almost missing the flight to Malaysia because I left the ticket in my bedroom. Yes, it’s that frequent.
Another word that can flat out neutralize the aforementioned bad impression I might have left on the reader would be the word “Artist”. I’m an ardent dreamer with a mind in which assorted thoughts and ideas form a nexus with a strange urge to be reincarnated into decent prose or photography, in particular the latter. They’re, at best, reflections of the humdrum occupying my head that correlate it perfectly with the beauty of nature, people, places, still life etc. And I’m proud to be one who is able to have this creative side.
And the best to sum it all up, I’m a “me”. Human nature cannot possibly be described in just 3 words. Heck, there can never be an end to this saga. Even I have not a definite idea of who Bushra Akram really is. All I can say is that I'm a human in making. Experiences mold me into a new person every time. But no Xerox of me can ever exist, that I know for sure.
The end."
It's what I do. -says it in a heroic posture with a raised chest and spidey accent and chaddi on the outside- NO you Mofu, I know you're smart enough to know spider man has no underwear issues, I am NOT spidey. I'm, at present an asswipe peeli chaddi wala Bush man. Let's all do the awami pelvic thrusts.. Or not.
Out!
"Describing one’s self, easy as it may seem, proves to be a complete contrast of the former assumption. In fact, for most individuals, probing their layers of personality and then further compressing it in three words is an impossible task. And I’m one of those people. Because I am like any other person: an amalgamation of a myriad of traits.
But since I have to perform this much challenging task for the essay, I selected the three words that are an irreparable certitude of my being.
The most incontrovertible word to downright describe me would be “Reckless”. I’m, by far, the most boisterously careless teenager you’ll ever stumble upon. And believe me, this isn’t an appreciable ascription at all. Because my carefree behavior has caused periods of gust and turbulence in the oceans that curb people’s lives, including mine. It’s a workaday story in my case to do something very foolhardy spanning from failing to read what that question in the math test actually meant, to almost missing the flight to Malaysia because I left the ticket in my bedroom. Yes, it’s that frequent.
Another word that can flat out neutralize the aforementioned bad impression I might have left on the reader would be the word “Artist”. I’m an ardent dreamer with a mind in which assorted thoughts and ideas form a nexus with a strange urge to be reincarnated into decent prose or photography, in particular the latter. They’re, at best, reflections of the humdrum occupying my head that correlate it perfectly with the beauty of nature, people, places, still life etc. And I’m proud to be one who is able to have this creative side.
And the best to sum it all up, I’m a “me”. Human nature cannot possibly be described in just 3 words. Heck, there can never be an end to this saga. Even I have not a definite idea of who Bushra Akram really is. All I can say is that I'm a human in making. Experiences mold me into a new person every time. But no Xerox of me can ever exist, that I know for sure.
The end."
It's what I do. -says it in a heroic posture with a raised chest and spidey accent and chaddi on the outside- NO you Mofu, I know you're smart enough to know spider man has no underwear issues, I am NOT spidey. I'm, at present an asswipe peeli chaddi wala Bush man. Let's all do the awami pelvic thrusts.. Or not.
Out!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
FML.
Damn! I was just going through my recent posts and realized that firstly, I'm being a lazy numb skull who isn't updating the black 5'10 germ-infested page with tad bit vibrancy. And secondly, even if I do update it, it's with some pictures I find amusing rather than publishing my whacked out opinions on what's actually is happening around me.
There is a single answer to the aforementioned statements. I don't have a life. As if facebook hadn't been sucking life out of me enough.. Even after deactivating, it has made no difference to the monochromatic lifestyle I'm having recently. I mean mayn, I miss those days when some unusual stuff used to happen every other day that gave me orgasms to muse about it on the web.. But now I'm left with nothing but books and tea and a cell phone less and to make it worse wait..
-goes to a corner and %^&*&**))((_)(_)*^$%#$#$%$%^^%&^%#@%&(%%$%$%$%#$##!@$%^%$-
Phew, that felt much better.. oh yeah a CAMERA LESS life. [Aunt took it till December, long atory] I've even got boring for people `cause y'know, the most exciting thing that can happen in the very monotonous life of Ze Bushra Akram is "Food". For example quoting the few "conversations" I had with mates on phone or in college or where ever.
Person: So what's up?
Me: I'm so hungry. Kal mainay matar chawal khaye, aur us k aglay din aaloo gosht.
Person: ....
Or
Me: -jumping onto some person- Yar kal ka pizza hut ka salad antthh tha. ^_^
Person: Err... O_o
And another one.
Me: Yar Subway gaye ho?
Person: Duh kyun?
Me: Sandwiches wahan k achay hotay hain. :|
Person: [About to do what I despise from the abysmal of my heart] Ooookay.
So yes, you can imagine. And I've also developed this irritating habit of repeating one thing for days and days and days, thinking that it maybe the first time I might have actually sparked an interesting subject to speak on... Especially on me entering college sore eyed and sleepless with a story of how I was deprived of this heavenly entity because my grandpa had got the floor polished for the first time in 20 years since we shifted to this house and called for emergency spring cleaning at 8 in the evening. With the entire house covered in white dust... HOLY shit! I repeated it again. Well, epic fail.
It's not a writer's block. My situation is more like that I want to write but have nothing to write on. In short, nothings new. FML.
There is a single answer to the aforementioned statements. I don't have a life. As if facebook hadn't been sucking life out of me enough.. Even after deactivating, it has made no difference to the monochromatic lifestyle I'm having recently. I mean mayn, I miss those days when some unusual stuff used to happen every other day that gave me orgasms to muse about it on the web.. But now I'm left with nothing but books and tea and a cell phone less and to make it worse wait..
-goes to a corner and %^&*&**))((_)(_)*^$%#$#$%$%^^%&^%#@%&(%%$%$%$%#$##!@$%^%$-
Phew, that felt much better.. oh yeah a CAMERA LESS life. [Aunt took it till December, long atory] I've even got boring for people `cause y'know, the most exciting thing that can happen in the very monotonous life of Ze Bushra Akram is "Food". For example quoting the few "conversations" I had with mates on phone or in college or where ever.
Person: So what's up?
Me: I'm so hungry. Kal mainay matar chawal khaye, aur us k aglay din aaloo gosht.
Person: ....
Or
Me: -jumping onto some person- Yar kal ka pizza hut ka salad antthh tha. ^_^
Person: Err... O_o
And another one.
Me: Yar Subway gaye ho?
Person: Duh kyun?
Me: Sandwiches wahan k achay hotay hain. :|
Person: [About to do what I despise from the abysmal of my heart] Ooookay.
So yes, you can imagine. And I've also developed this irritating habit of repeating one thing for days and days and days, thinking that it maybe the first time I might have actually sparked an interesting subject to speak on... Especially on me entering college sore eyed and sleepless with a story of how I was deprived of this heavenly entity because my grandpa had got the floor polished for the first time in 20 years since we shifted to this house and called for emergency spring cleaning at 8 in the evening. With the entire house covered in white dust... HOLY shit! I repeated it again. Well, epic fail.
It's not a writer's block. My situation is more like that I want to write but have nothing to write on. In short, nothings new. FML.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Deja vu.
I like the pre winter all nighter[s] that I pull off with Caffeine, Music, and Course books. Especially that feeling of deja vu.. Nothing beats that.
Y'know, the kind which streams off in your veins a concoction of perfect zeroes, memories, oranges of autumn and the feeling of inhaling drugs that waver freely in the air.
Yeah, quite like that. I love it.
Enjoy SAT-ing And Retaking people. And all the best to people who are resting in Dubai. Kick arse in the interview!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Random.
I draw hot face book graffiti, yes?My grandpa is watching a "Jonas Brothers" serial in the next room. Seriously, what is the world coming to.
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