SiD’s Sphere!!

I need the answers I’m being denied for things to start making sense again…

Every word she uttered was like an echo of my own thoughts. I opened my mouth to say, ‘I feel the same way’ but instead ended up saying ‘It’s the other way round for me. I dont want that.’
They all get confused. They all reprimand me, ‘Why are you doing this to urself?’ and i seem to have no answer.I demand an answer from someone who’d know but end up getting more confused than i was to begin with.

A stitch in time would have confused Einstein.

as i stood waiting for the point this mornin, i noticed ppl around me wrapping their arms slightly around themselves..i wondered why when it finally struck me. its a bit colder than usual, and all of a sudden i gound myself wishing that i had worn full sleeved clothes…
anyway, all the effort finally paid off today and we got an A in the eco report. The hours I had spentr working werent futile after all. maaaaaaaaaan..i’m tired. was lookin forward to an afternoon snooze so badly today but turned out we had to attend a seminar on margin financing. wat was really expected of us was to pose as attentive listeners so that the ‘honourable speakers’ didnt feel like they were talking to walls. that is all BBA Is are meant for in IBA. some of us were not that good at playing the pretence game and couldnt help but doze off. i wasted the 2 hours trying to study SP, but couldnt. For a while, I even made a genuine effort to try to listen to the speaker, but somehow i couldnt even make out the words that they flew out of their mouth indifferent of the fact that they hardly made it to anyones ear, much less the minds.
First thing I did after coming back at home at 6 was call shak to find out how her interview went.. she narrated her account of th whole day.. about how she went out to spend a whole day wid mohsin, aarish and maliha…abt how mohsin bought her pink, yellow and brown ‘choozays’ and like that wasnt enuff to make me hate my life, she went on to send me pics of those soft, cute fur balls.
but that wasnt the end of it.. next stop was sara..woh bhi at shaffo’s place and another account of what a blast they had all day..”and i was stuck at a stupid seminar when the whole world was out havin fun!!!”, i cried to myself. and its been like that ever since i came to IBA.
if i were to start listing down things i hate abt IBA, the list would just go on and on and on. On top of that list would be the one and only ‘our very capable teacher Ms. S S(not writing her name in case she comes upon my blog searching her name on google one day..Daanishmand, dean & director of IBA is the most common keyword to end up on my blog). She claims to have written a thesis paper on pronunciations. That is probably why she pronounces giggling as ‘jiggling’, Houston as ‘house-ton’, Louisiana as ‘Looois-aana’ and so on and so forth. I’ll put the next thing that comes in the list in Shak’s words…”Sid…tum pehelwaan ban gayi ho” and she is not the only one. u know for sure u’ve put on too much weight when ppl think u look ‘jaandar’ or ‘macho’.
id continue the rest of the list some other time..tooodles

ps1: i got into the publications society and the public speaking society….
ps2: final exams are starting on the 5th
ps3: i m not going to lhr to attend arqam bhaiis weddin..:(
ps4: im goin to work on my English Assignment.
ps5: did i tell you winters almost here
ps6: below are pics of shak’s ‘choozay’..arent they cute?

as i stood waiting for the point this mornin, i noticed ppl around me wrapping their arms slightly around themselves..i wondered why when it finally struck me. its a bit colder than usual, and all of a sudden i gound myself wishing that i had worn full sleeved clothes…
anyway, all the effort finally paid off today and we got an A in the eco report. The hours I had spentr working werent futile after all. maaaaaaaaaan..i’m tired. was lookin forward to an afternoon snooze so badly today but turned out we had to attend a seminar on margin financing. wat was really expected of us was to pose as attentive listeners so that the ‘honourable speakers’ didnt feel like they were talking to walls. that is all BBA Is are meant for in IBA. some of us were not that good at playing the pretence game and couldnt help but doze off. i wasted the 2 hours trying to study SP, but couldnt. For a while, I even made a genuine effort to try to listen to the speaker, but somehow i couldnt even make out the words that they flew out of their mouth indifferent of the fact that they hardly made it to anyones ear, much less the minds.
First thing I did after coming back at home at 6 was call shak to find out how her interview went.. she narrated her account of th whole day.. about how she went out to spend a whole day wid mohsin, aarish and maliha…abt how mohsin bought her pink, yellow and brown ‘choozays’ and like that wasnt enuff to make me hate my life, she went on to send me pics of those soft, cute fur balls.
but that wasnt the end of it.. next stop was sara..woh bhi at shaffo’s place and another account of what a blast they had all day..”and i was stuck at a stupid seminar when the whole world was out havin fun!!!”, i cried to myself. and its been like that ever since i came to IBA.
if i were to start listing down things i hate abt IBA, the list would just go on and on and on. On top of that list would be the one and only ‘our very capable teacher Ms. S S(not writing her name in case she comes upon my blog searching her name on google one day..Daanishmand, dean & director of IBA is the most common keyword to end up on my blog). She claims to have written a thesis paper on pronunciations. That is probably why she pronounces giggling as ‘jiggling’, Houston as ‘house-ton’, Louisiana as ‘Looois-aana’ and so on and so forth. I’ll put the next thing that comes in the list in Shak’s words…”Sid…tum pehelwaan ban gayi ho” and she is not the only one. u know for sure u’ve put on too much weight when ppl think u look ‘jaandar’ or ‘macho’.
id continue the rest of the list some other time..tooodles

ps1: i got into the publications society and the public speaking society….
ps2: final exams are starting on the 5th
ps3: i m not going to lhr to attend arqam bhaiis weddin..:(
ps4: im goin to work on my English Assignment.
ps5: did i tell you winters almost here
ps6: below are pics of shak’s ‘choozay’..arent they cute?

I know i dont have what it takes to write to well, and i totally suck at expressing what i really want to… but i reaaaally reallly want to join the IBA Publications community. what they want is a samle of my work to lemme in. Whatever ive written recently is published on my blog (i ve lost everyting before that coz it used to be saved on my lappy).

what do i want from u guys… to go thru my blog again. just noticed that this wil be my 140th post. Im hoping from somewhere under my whining and rants and the likes somebody would be able to find something worthwhile that i can present as a sample.

thanking u in anticipation..
its a long blog so better get to work.

..there would have been no work.

ages back i read somewhere , ‘if old men could and young men would, there would be no work left undone’, and as far as i am concerned.. that is entirely true.
back in school, when there were no deadlines, no authority,when i knew it dint count i never took anythin seriously until the month before the final GCE exam.. but here in IBA, every other day, I find myself worrying over an assignment or another but still procrastinate till the 11th hour comes up and i realize i d lose serious marks if i dont do it.
i dont want to do anything abt the eco report… ive had enuff IBA for the rest of my life..teachers here know how to keep us on our feet..and boy are they sadistic. the more they make us work putting us thru mental and physical torture, the more pleasure they obtain.
final exams in less than a month and i m already tired of studyiing… i dont want to open the ME or HB or SP book ever again, neither do i want to ever come acorss the sight of Sheba’s handouts. y couldnt all teachers be like Y meenai??

first day after ramzan was evident from the music in the point. had to bear the same ‘cheap’ songs in the mornng wid speakers goin ‘just chill chill…just chill’. on the way back though some blessed angel(u know who u r, dont u??) put in noorie. of course that did make some ppl at the back whine and grumble but me and sana were in ‘lala land paradise’.

anyway, back to the topic. most of the songs in the new album r pretty understandable but whats with ‘peeli patti n raja jaani’ ??

now what in the gol world is that supposed to mean??

taking it a step further required courage, but with great apprehension and fear i went on. And it paid off. what followed was worth every moment of it…. feel content and complete. :~)
It was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before, and probably wont again in a long long time. :~)
too bad, dear blog, u cannot share the excitement this time…this is goin to be my deepest darkest secret and only one person can share that thrill with me..

taking it a step further required courage, but with great apprehension and fear i went on. And it paid off. what followed was worth every moment of it…. feel content and complete. :~)
It was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before, and probably wont again in a long long time. :~)
too bad, dear blog, u cannot share the excitement this time…this is goin to be my deepest darkest secret and only one person can share that thrill with me..

taking it a step further required courage, but with great apprehension and fear i went on. And it paid off. what followed was worth every moment of it…. feel content and complete. :~)
It was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before, and probably wont again in a long long time. :~)
too bad, dear blog, u cannot share the excitement this time…this is goin to be my deepest darkest secret and only one person can share that thrill with me..