I have friends who are in love, or claim to be at least. Then I have friends who say that they never forgot their ‘first love.’(Then turn and make out with their new boyfriend) It makes one wonder how many times have they have fallen in love. Don’t you fall in love only once? Isn’t that the general idea? I mean since we are learning all this from the tube, that’s what happens in movies. (Ignore Lollywood flicks, the Punjabi heroine or hero don’t really mind. very flexible people)
Love is blind? Have you ever fallen in love with your cook? Or a chaprasi? How come love at first sight is usually with this hot hunk and not your driver, who looks at you repeatedly in the rearview mirror? (I don’t have a driver, so don’t get any ideas)
When one falls in love you look at so many things. What the guy is wearing, what he drives, his accent (fake ones are such a turn off), his mobile phone, his wrist watch and the list goes on. The only way love can be blind is if the girl and guy are quiet literally blind. (Although I’ve heard that blind people also feel the face for any zits)
Then we see Jesse McCartney (or whatever his name is) singing ‘you and your beautiful soul.’ Have you seen the girl in the video? Why couldn’t he have taken a simpler looking model? Why this perfect little angel, who has this pepsodent smile, no zits and is a size -2?? Anyone would fall in love with her, I know guys who wouldn’t have given a shit if she was the spawn of Satan!!!
The heart just pumps blood to the entire body, so people who say you use your heart while making decisions are probably telling you that you need to start using your brain! And that the decisions you make SUCK! Because the heart can’t possibly think for you! (daffer) and no the heart we draw looks nothing like the real heart because that is pretty ugly! And now I must end this. I am sure most of you, who are in love are feeling sorry for me. You probably think that I have been hurt in love. That the guy I loved and trusted broke my heart and that I’m bitter because of that. (Psssst… BULL SHIT) what you are probably mistaking for love is your hormones jumping off walls. Let them settle down and see how fast ‘love’ wears off.
And then they say love is blind?*snorts* its as blind as a hawk!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Pakistani Polictics
Pakistani Politics
I stay at home all day. I eat, sleep, laze around and then sleep some more. I am not really interested in what happens in Pakistan, as far as the political scene goes. As long as I'm getting three meals a day, I don’t complain. I belong to one of those families who speak out against atrocities and actually care who the president is. They go to protests and make huge banners to express what they feel
When, Nawaz Sharif was sent back my mother, cried. She cursed Musharraf and his policies. My 'sisters' were outraged when they heard that Benazir was coming back. When the emergency was imposed they wrote articles against it and distributed them knowing that they could get arrested.
I, on the other hand, did not move a muscle. In fact, I slept more because everyone was busy doing their own thing. I am glad no one even expects me to do anything. Maybe it’s because I can't speak. What do I think of the President? I don’t really mind him; he has not done anything to me personally.
I am good at one thing though, my sisters’ children are terrified of me. Their mother tells them that if they don’t eat then Uncle Sam will eat them. It does the trick all the time, and they stuff their mouth with whatever is left on the plate. I would rather have them leave the food, I could have gotten the leftovers but I am obese as it is.
The woman who calls herself my mother is nasty. She kicks me when she thinks no one is looking. Yesterday, she had a fight with her boyfriend and she was so angry that she tried choking me (wishing that I am him I suppose). I yelped and everyone came running, she lied of course, said she had accidentally stepped on my foot. How I wanted to bite her, but I knew they would throw me on the streets if I did.
If ever, I venture out on the streets the neighborhood kids throw rocks at me. Maybe because I look different and cant defend myself with words. The other day some neighborhood dogs attacked me, I haven’t left the house since.
The reasons why I am not interested in Pakistani politics:
I am more concerned about day to day survival
I am a dog.
I stay at home all day. I eat, sleep, laze around and then sleep some more. I am not really interested in what happens in Pakistan, as far as the political scene goes. As long as I'm getting three meals a day, I don’t complain. I belong to one of those families who speak out against atrocities and actually care who the president is. They go to protests and make huge banners to express what they feel
When, Nawaz Sharif was sent back my mother, cried. She cursed Musharraf and his policies. My 'sisters' were outraged when they heard that Benazir was coming back. When the emergency was imposed they wrote articles against it and distributed them knowing that they could get arrested.
I, on the other hand, did not move a muscle. In fact, I slept more because everyone was busy doing their own thing. I am glad no one even expects me to do anything. Maybe it’s because I can't speak. What do I think of the President? I don’t really mind him; he has not done anything to me personally.
I am good at one thing though, my sisters’ children are terrified of me. Their mother tells them that if they don’t eat then Uncle Sam will eat them. It does the trick all the time, and they stuff their mouth with whatever is left on the plate. I would rather have them leave the food, I could have gotten the leftovers but I am obese as it is.
The woman who calls herself my mother is nasty. She kicks me when she thinks no one is looking. Yesterday, she had a fight with her boyfriend and she was so angry that she tried choking me (wishing that I am him I suppose). I yelped and everyone came running, she lied of course, said she had accidentally stepped on my foot. How I wanted to bite her, but I knew they would throw me on the streets if I did.
If ever, I venture out on the streets the neighborhood kids throw rocks at me. Maybe because I look different and cant defend myself with words. The other day some neighborhood dogs attacked me, I haven’t left the house since.
The reasons why I am not interested in Pakistani politics:
I am more concerned about day to day survival
I am a dog.
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