If you're bored enough. Pliss.

pluto88 says:
some WAT R U LOOKING $?!!!
pluto88 says:
or something
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ok i could... go on with this.. im so talented.
pluto88 says:
he doesn't know how NOT to write in cxapitals
pluto88 says:
ALL
pluto88 says:
HIS BLOGPOSTS ARE CAPITALISED
pluto88 says:
hahahha
pluto88 says:
send that to Young World
Sanaa~boreded. says:
i swearrr i should. theyll discovered untapped talent. and then ill be rich. RICH BAYBEH.
pluto88 says:
haha
pluto88 says:
yes, Young World'll give you millions
Sanaa~boreded. says:
young world wont but some kindly soul scouting for talent WILL.
pluto88 says:
BUT STILL
THE GUY WHO WONT STOP WRITING IN CAPITALS
Sanaa~boreded. says:
the guy who wont stop writing in capitals. A poem, by sanaa jatoi.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
*thinks*
pluto88 says:
hahaha
Sanaa~boreded. says:
there is a blog in cyberspace, filled with letters in UPPERCASE.
pluto88 says:
hahahaha
Sanaa~boreded. says:
from header to side bars to links on the side, it flaunts capitals with great PRIDE.
pluto88 says:
http://middleson.blogspot.com/
pluto88 says:
HAHAHAHAHA
pluto88 says:
SHIT
pluto88 says:
Dude
pluto88 says:
SNED IT
pluto88 says:
LIKE SERIOUSLY
pluto88 says:
just for funnn
pluto88 says:
and check it out
pluto88 says:
the Real Deal
pluto88 says:
Upper Case man
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ahahahahaha i will complete this masterpiece and send it. but ill change my name=p
Sanaa~boreded. says:
hahahahahaha
pluto88 says:
YEAH
Sanaa~boreded. says:
JUST WRITING THINGS THAT R ANONYMOUS 2 U OR KNOWN 2 U OR HAVE BEEN THROUGH, AND I WILL WRITE MY JOURNEY N LIFE AND SOME OTHER THINGS LIKE POETRY!

Sanaa~boreded. says:
HAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA
Sanaa~boreded. says:
listen im sitting in the library and making an ass out of myself but this is really funny
pluto88 says:
NOT MUCH,JUST A 16 YEAR OLD GUY WRITING STUFF AND PROVIDING STUFF AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE,I AM FROM SAUDI ARABIA LIVING IN THE EAST COAST OF IT
Sanaa~boreded. says:
WISH I WAS A CHILD AGAIN
NESTED IN MY MOTHER'S ARMS
WAITING TO HEAR AND MISSING TO HEAR IT'LL BE ALRIGHT.

BECAUSE ADULT PROBLEMS CAN SEEM AND COULD BE TOO TOUGH
AND HARD TO FACE IT ON MY OWN ALONE

AND I WISH I WAS A CHILD AGAIN
NESTED IN MY MOTHER'S ARMS

Sanaa~boreded. says:
avril lavigne meets carrie underwood meets annie the princess meets GAY FUCKER
Sanaa~boreded. says:
you know when ppl type in capitals.. the words kind of scream out in my head.. wait a second. *writes thought down for further emo reference*
Sanaa~boreded. says:
anyway so its like someone shouting constantly. this guys blog is giving me a headache
pluto88 says:
HAHAH
pluto88 says:
I KNOW
Sanaa~boreded. says:
and then he wants to embolden the script.. and its WORSE. its like the shouting gets louder
pluto88 says:
THE FEELINGS U GET FROM THIS SOCIETY IS DEPRESSION, SADNESS, MADNESS, ANGER AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, I AM TRYING MY BEST TO HIDE THESE FEELINGS TO NOT LET IT OVERCOME TO ME AND KILL ME!, BUT I ALWAYS BREAKDOWN WHEN I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT LITTLE GIRL (THAT WAS RAPED!!!), THE OLD GUY (THAT WAS MUGGED!!!), THE YOUNG BOY (THAT WAS ABUSED AND KIDNAPPED!!!).
pluto88 says:
Hahahaha
Sanaa~boreded. says:
HAHAHAHAH I KNOWWWWWWWW THE FIRST PARAGRAPHHH
Sanaa~boreded. says:
LOL LOL LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
Sanaa~boreded. says:
there. there.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
THEIR. NOT THERE. WTF
Sanaa~boreded. says:
I CRUMBLE LIKE A MOUNTAIN FALLING DOWN, IT IS ALL BECAUSE OF THE SONS OF BITCHES THAT ARE LEARNING THEM THE WRONG WAY!!! THE WRONG PATH!!!, THE WRONG ANSWERS!!!, THEY ARE BRAIN WASHING THEM!!! THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE KILLING THERE OWN CITY!!! THERE OWN KINGDOM!!!, THEY R THE ONES WHO R KILLING US!!!, KILLING OUR THOUGHTS!!!, MEMORIES!!!, MOMENTS!!!, FAMILIES!!!, RELATIVES!!!, SOCIETY AND THERE S
pluto88 says:
HAHAHHA
pluto88 says:
I KNOW
Sanaa~boreded. says:
whatay analogy. like a mountain crumbling down.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
mountain na hogya muffin hogya.
pluto88 says:
I'm a mountain sounds like
Sanaa~boreded. says:
NOW THEY ARE ALL FUCKED UP WITH UPSIDE DOWN THOUGHTS AND BELIEVES THAT WILL EVENTUALLY .......... KILL ......... ME!!!
pluto88 says:
he lost his boner permanently
Sanaa~boreded. says:
*snorts coke through nose*
Sanaa~boreded. says:
HAHAHAHAHHAH
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ok now that sounded like I was doing drugs. let me clarify. i meant coca cola.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
this makes me want to say ALLAH KEE QASAM YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
pluto88 says:
hahahah
pluto88 says:
yes
pluto88 says:
COKE
pluto88 says:

pluto88 says:
DUDE
Sanaa~boreded. says:
have you..erm.. read his list of songs?
Sanaa~boreded. says:
smack that...
Sanaa~boreded. says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
pluto88 says:
what's with the triple exclamation points!!!
Sanaa~boreded. says:
BE AWARE THAT VISIONS COMES AND GOES,
GOOD OR BAD YOU ARE TOAST
Sanaa~boreded. says:
..........
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ha.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ha.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
ha.
Sanaa~boreded. says:
*doubles over and falls down laughing*
pluto88 says:
HAHAHAHA
pluto88 says:
FINDING NEMO
pluto88 says:
IN MOVIES
Sanaa~boreded. says:
IF YOU ARE TOAST, THEN DONT BOAST, BECAUSE YOU ARE BROWN, AND NOT WEARING A CROWN..
pluto88 says:
NEEEEMO-EMMMMOOOOO-PSEUDOOOO
Sanaa~boreded. says:
must. read. more
pluto88 says:
And WHY is toast coloured mustard?
Sanaa~boreded. says:
i dont know...=\
Sanaa~boreded. says:
i feel so inspired. i am going to write a whole BOOK. of poetry
Sanaa~boreded. says:
IN FACT I WILL WRITE AN EPIC POEM, AND IT WILL RHYME.
pluto88 says:
AND IT SHALL BE ON YOUNG WORLD
Sanaa~boreded. says:
YES. EVERYWEEK, A SECTION FROM MY MASTERPIECE.

The Beginning

I went to Lyceum today to get my acceptance letter, and after only 2 and a half hours of sleep, I was in no mood for what was to happen.
So I go to the library, tell them I was asked to collect my acceptance letter.
It's not there.
I wait.
20 minutes later, the letter comes, except that the man very happily says " These are your subjects, right?"
History. Check.
Literature. Check.
Business Studies.
What.The.Fuck.
WAITAMINUTEINEVERASKEDFORBUSINESSSTUDIES.

" I didn't ask for business studies."
" Kal raat ko aapko phone kiya thaa tou aap ne accept kar tou liya thaa!"
"Jee, kyuunke kal raat ko unhon ne mujhe kahaa thaa mujhe History, Literature aur Sociology de rahay hain."
"Sociology kee tou waitlist hai."
"Tou mujhe raat ko bataa detay...mujhe business nai chahiye."
"Ab kya kar saktey hain? Aap yeh le lein, admission hojaye, uss ke baad dekh lee jiye ga."

Now as everyone knows, that is The Plan. The evil one, to make unsuspecting students fall for crap subjects no they don't want. Everyone also knows, that there are three subjects people generally do not want at Lyceum...or elsewhere even : Business, Urdu and Art ( unless there's a background in the subject..duh.. and the student wants to pursue arts or architecture). So anyhoo, you don't.go.there. That's all. The poor student pays, and then they're stuck with crappola subjects they never dreamed of doing.

So now what they do is, when the quota for one subject is filled, they start sending the rest of the "rejected" crowd into Business or Urdu. The thing is, there was no reason for them to reject me because I had an A in sociology and I knew people with Bs in socio who got it so it was an extremely omgwtf-ish situation.

So I sat. And waited. And waited. And waited.

And argued, because I hadn't deviated from the available combination and I freaking didn't want business. And so, I told them to give me economics if they couldn't give me sociology and if they were so bent on messing up their own combination. That did the trick, and they gave me sociology because I'm guessing there wasn't any room in economics either. So now I'll have to do econ privately. Or maybe not, but I'm really not looking forward to this, because I won't have time to do anything else=(.

Then they sent my file downstairs, and when it came back to the library after half an hour the stupid thing still said business. So they sent it back, again. By this time, i was ready to tear my hair out, except that those uncles int he library were really nice, and the only cute guy I have seen anywhere within a 2 mile radius of The Lyceum chose to walk into the library at that exact moment to collect his acceptance letter. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, really cute.

<3<3<3<3. A friend was kind enough to point out to me that I might not have thought him so hot if I'd seen him abroad, but you can't blame me because The Lyceum seemed to be filled with the hideosities of nature and *horror of all horrors* MULLAHS.:| So cute gora and I struck up a conversation and talked for 10 minutes, during which I found out that he's German, he's been in Karachi for 10 years, his name, and the fact that he plays basketball. BASKETBALL. <3 Andthathe'sratherpopularwiththegirls.

But I should have seen that coming.

And I managed to make Min Min very, very jealous because you see, Min Min's the Germany addict. Woman wants to marry a german guy and give birth to half German offspring. Her ultimate fantasy has been to live during the Third Reich. Despite the fact that they'd probably have thrown her into a concentration camp. But nope. Min Min's obsession with Germany is such that she goes into swooning mode everytime someone says Germany. And she showered upon me the choicest of swear words when I told her, after which she started making plans about How One Must Befriend German Guy.

I feel like I've kind of gone off the point of this post. The point was, subjects.

They told me to wait, and I waited for two hours before I finally got the mistake fixed. Not pleasant. =\

Oh well, At least I managed to get the subject I wanted.

SoYayForMe.

Oh and I was also told that Murtaza Bhutto's son is coming to Lyceum.

This should be the beginning of an eventful two years. *smirks*
And no, I don't plan on seducing either German boy OR Zulfi Jr.

I'm into someone else. * puts on cool shades*

I GOT INTO SCHOOL 1.
*dances*
=D=D

I hate A level admissions.
Hate them, hate them, hate them. I never, ever thought something as.. well.. I don't know.. unemotional? as A level admissions would get me depressed, but it has.

All. Thanks. To. My Beautiful. O level result, maybe.

This is the point where I stand in front of a mirror and shout at myself for being a failure in life, and then commit suicide. Seriously.

8 As, 9 As, 10 As, hell.. THIRTEEN FREAKING As.

What are people on?

Don't get me wrong, I really have nothing against anyone who did well, I've never been the jealous sort, not when it comes to my friends anyway. So I'm genuinely happy for how well they did. And I didn't really care up until the point I applied to School 1 and School 2.

Now the thing is, School 1 was my first choice. Has always been. And with the subjects I wanted, it should not have been a problem for me to get in, seeing how I had As in all of them, I didn't deviate from any available combination ( though i really, really wanted economics, but thought it best not to be a picky bitch lest it might hinder my admission process because there was no combination.)
And So I went on in life after submitting my form, thinking they'd notify everyone in due time.
Except that people started getting calls 2 days later.
People with the same result as mine, too.
And the same subject choices.
Which threw me into panic mode, and I still haven't understood why they didn't call me. And now I have done little except curl up in bed, refuse to talk to people or socialise, and curse myself for the stupid things I did in life.
Of course, there is apparently a lot of time left since School 1 is supposed to notify people latest by the 28th. Except that...

And on to school 2.
Now School 2 seems to love me. They sent me my acceptance letter the second day I applied. They're giving me all the subjects I want, and they're a lot nicer than the School 1 administration. BUT. There is a catch:
School 2 wants us to pay by the 23rd, and I want to wait till I have no hope left about School 1. School 2 wants to fill up its lovely shiny new campus, which is really, really out of the way for mum who keeps on threatening me that she will not drop me off, and hence I will sit at home and become a maasi and not do my A levels.

I have not felt this dejected or useless in a relatively long time.

Seriously.
=\

Random Rant.

It really, really irritates the hell out of me when people who tYp3 lYk3 d!Z wish other people a happy birthday/anniversary/whatever occasion there is to be celebrated.
Not only do they tYp3 lYk3 d!Z they also make it a point to say "3nJ0Y" after they've wished the person, and make it sound like some cheapass commercial.

EEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNAJEAAAAAAAAAAAYEEE.

Like that, you know?

I mean, honestly, what the hell? Why must you do that along with your irritating habit of tYp!Ng lYk3 d!Z you also make it sound like a lame Pakistani juice ad. Like those stupid advertisments for Shezan Twist. And the catchphrase for that product? Shezan Twist!Twist karaa de!

And now this. Jeeto Josh Se.


This ad literally screams out " I'm a woman and I'll be your whore."
Ok so not exactly that, but not far off either. And WHY is she wiping his face with a juice ka dabba? Who goes around on motorcycles in a desert anyway?

Did these people completely miss intellectual evolution? I mean, honestly feast your eyes on this...well..I really do not know what it is, but just look at it. This image is plastered on various billboards in Karachi.
And it is perverted.
At least I think so.
I mean I wouldn't want my seven year old sister to learn about juice like..this.
I wouldn't even want her to drink this stuff. Yuck.


On a happier note, my mother said to me yesterday " tumhara moun chusay huay tarbooz jaisa hota jaa raha hai."

I took it as a compliment.