Tag.

This is in response to a post where I got tagged by brIsh from Perfumed by B. Go visit and don't forget to give my love to Fakeer Jumman Shah, ya' all. 


Ten how’s:
1. How did you get one of your scars? This scar on forehead. I fell from my bed and headbutted a stone-vase when I was 12 or something. Don't ask how.
2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I came home from uni and slept the day away.
3. How are you feeling at this moment? Sleepy. I'm anticipating a power outage in another ten minutes.
4. How did your night go last night? Garmi. Machhar. Loadshedding.
5. How did you do in high school? I was an honor student.
6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? Can't remember.
7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? After a century. =l   
8. How much money did you spend last month? 8-9k.
9. How old do you want to be when you get married? 24/25?
10. How old will you be at your next birthday? 21

Nine what’s:
1. Your mother's name? ...
2. What did you do last weekend? Eat. Sleep. Facebook. Read. Curse.
3. What is the most important part of your life? All of it, I guess.
4. What would you rather be doing? Diving headfirst into some ice-cold ocean. GARMI.
5. What did you last cry over? I don't cry.
6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? I still have not figured this one out.
7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Neck. =s
8. What are you worried about? How long is KFC going to be out of fries.
9. What did you have for breakfast? I don't take breakfast. Never.

Congratulations, You donated your DNA only to be embarrassed in public.

Seriously. If you are going to produce such stubborn and badtameez bachay who will never stop at anything to embarrass you when you are out in public, please do not reproduce at all.

Imagine walking down the corridor, minding your own business, trying to desperately balance your over-topped fries ki plate, only to slam into a god-damned mass of bones and flesh withering on the ground ,who just decided to spin around in angles unknown to your compass as well, after her mother refused to buy her some ice cream.

All I could do was stare at those fries scattered on the floor.

Here's a public service message: Bachay control mein rakha kijiye please. People sometimes do not have money to pay for an extra plate of fries.

Pakistan Railways can get you high too.

Playing Dumb Charades on a college trip aboard a train, a certain friend of mine while trying to tell us the word 'we', pointed at herself and the people sitting around us.
While people sitting next to you are coming up with guesses like 'us' 'people' etc etc, the amazing Foreign-transferred friend of yours yells instantly; 'PAKI'S'.

In another instance, we had to guess the name of a movie i.e: 'Leap Year'. My friend decided to break it into bits to help us guess. Somehow the guesses turned to lips and my friend told us to work on it further. Out of the 80 med students travelling aboard one had the nerve to think she meant 'Lippincot'.

Sometimes I wonder, If I'm actually suitable for a career in medicine.

You know how being a medical student, you are supposed to have a super-sharp memory and all. But I have serious trouble memorizing what a certain mnemonic or abbreviation stands for.

There was once a conversation in which my brother asked me what I was studying these days. Since I was totally engrossed in trying to get ufone's pathetic text service to work (read: verbally intoxicating the network operators and extending my arm in the air to the highest degree of 90 ever imagined along with rotating in 360 degrees while standing at the same spot (I've no idea why we Pakistanis do that whenever there is no network coverage in an area), needless to say I was already irritated and brain-drained.

Me: *CVS.
Brother: What's CVS?
Me: You know, CVS.
Brother: No, I mean what does it really stands for?
Me: You are such a doofus, man. Even a four year old would know the answer to that.
Brother: Well, why don't you tell me then?
Me: Kya hai!! It's easy. It stands for .. uh .. the .. err' -insert a pregnant pause here-
Brother: *raises an eyebrow*
Me: Cerebrospinal something?


What. I panicked, okay.



In another instance, my friend while preparing for the upcoming exam:

Her: 'Man, this GUT is really getting to me. All I've done the entire day is cram a little bit of physio and now me head is killin' me.'
Me: What? GUT?
Her: Yeah.
Me: But?
Her: What's the module's called?
Me: Urology?
Her: Oh yeah. That.'

This gives me hope.
Congratulations guys, I've found a new will to live.

ps: I love Dehneez Asad. :)