I was going to tell you about how the moon looked like a giant luminescent ball tonight, 
                              
                                                      suspended in the inky sky                                                                                           
by invisible threads. shining bright like lamplight.

I wanted to ask you if it was the same all the way up there, the moon, whether it looked as beautiful from there as it did from here.


but I couldn't 
because we are not the way we used to be.

#k3wl

WHAT is with all dem bitches on facebook who put hashtags on everything?

Am I getting *gasp* old or something? Is this a thang now? 

NEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

.

.

.

just... go away, man. go away.

(I was about to hashtag everything and exit in style, but I can't find the key... how very classy.)

AHA FOUND IT

#i#mean#whut#unnecessary#bullshit#lawlspartyfun# 

yaar kya scene hai yaar auntiyo ka.

You go home after ages and all the aunties have for you is a 


Hayeee kitni kaali ho ke ayi ho! Moo dekho apna!! Khanay ko nahi milta Karachi mai?


Your face:

must... not... turn... axe murderer

abciximab

Oh how I love being home.

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.