I gots issues

I am having serious Punjabi-withdrawal. All these Karachiites with their aaaaraay bhais and their taafreehs and their chourangis are pissing me off.

The other day I was coming back to my room after class and overheard a couple discussing their baby's fever in OH GLORIOUS GLORIOUS PUNJABI and it made me go all warm and fuzzy inside. I kid you not. I felt like going up to them and initiating a conversation just so I could hear them talk for a while longer.

I did slow down and walk behind them like a creep for a while though, listening in. But only till we were walking in the same direction. Okay. >_>

Khair. I am now going to amuse myself by yell-typing out Punjabi shituff.

KHOTAY DE PUTTRA!!

CHA! <3

AALU DE PARAUNTHAY

CHITTRAUL KARANI AA TU?

DUNGAR DA DUNGAR.

Aeda tu BURGUR.

slogging

days are like

three day old snow; dirty and muddied and coming up to your knees

seeping through your shoes

(cold and uncomfortable)

weighing you down.

good times are coming 

soon

soon.

homesickcisemoh

it's always the last few days that are the hardest, the last few days that seem to drag on.
never-ending too long
there is too little time, there is too much.