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| MigrainesNow Playing: Homecoming - Kanye West feat. Chris Martin
I'm officially 22 years of age. My birthday as usual sucked beyond even the most crappiest standards. Midterms, school, family and other random issues that often pervade my life made a wonderful coordinated surgical strike on my day.
But the real icing on the cake was the crippling migraines that followed. I have a history of migraines, normally they're strong, but manageable. Pop a few painkillers, sleep for around 2 hours or so, and I'm completely back to normal. This current set are a real set of miserable asses.
My entire head felt like it was on fire. A sharp pains lanced throughout out my forehead spaced equally at 10 degrees with a massive throbbing on the crown of my head. Add to this blurry vision and every step feeling like a flak grenade exploding inside my head. The pain was so bad that the usual set of painkillers failed. To compound further on the problem, the pain was bad enough to stop me from sleeping so 3 nights of no sleep further added to the problem.
After a diagnosis from the doctor, who really couldn't explain the intensity of these migraines, just slated it to stress and lack of sleep.
With that in the context of my birthday, I'm a real happy camper. Why I bother, it's absolutely pointless, there's not much ado as it is. I'm happier alone than with friends.
The only wish I have is to see Sandra again. I have this whole sappy scene in mind, and I don't want to let go of it. I miss her.
*fin*
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| PurposeNow Playing: Ministry of Sound Clubbers Guide *Summer 2007*
Clearly I shouldn't be allowed near a blogging site. I rarely ever update this in comparison to my previous entries. Apparently I'm easily distracted by shiny things, school and work.
I just got a message from a very close friend of mine from high school talking about how she's getting in touch with God and religion as a whole. I wholeheartedly respect her decision to do so and congratulate on her initiative to get back to something that requires a phenomenal amount of faith and belief. You know who you are, and I wish you the best of luck.
It's been a hectic few months. Work, school, house, errands, etc have all accumulated in a ferocious manner to steal any available time that I may have. Yet again, some basic updates, there's another new car in the house, and my random ability to get into accidents in said cars. Sadly, it's rarely ever my fault and somehow I'm the one with damage to my vehicle. Nonetheless, I'm happy with it, the more the merrier.
Normally, I'd be whinging about something right about now, but honestly I can't think of anything. Maybe it's the complacency of the daily routine, but things seem to be working out nicely. I've started working which has meant that my evenings and mornings are packed with meetings with a client along with constant workloads from my boss. It's a nice change from the usual boring evenings I have which involve the Internet and copious amounts of downloading of TV shows and music. For once, I can say I'm rather pleased with how things are working out. I have this odd nature of not being able to sit idly for a very long period. I need to be doing something, whether it be fiddling with my PC, chatting, wandering around or just reading; I need to be preoccupied with something. With such a heavy workload nowadays academically and professionally, I feel productive after a very long time. Ordinarily I'd be irritable without anything to do, but ever since I've been piled down with work and school, I've been fairly happy. Snappy at times, but for the most part, happy.
Unfortunately, the idiocy of university life doesn't seem to leave me. As a group project for a class, we've been forced to create ridiculously large groups. As a result, I'm being forced to work with people that I've had issues. These issues generally stem from the apparent self-righteousness that people reserve for themselves, yet find it amusing to degrade and humiliate others. When I bitchslap said people verbally, they get uppity and then start complaining about the "evil" Hasan. To the friends that know me well, I've always been honest with them. If I didn't like you, I rarely ever would have talked to you. If I do talk to you, it may have been a redeeming quality that I accidently believed you had and then you destroyed any self-integrity you had through your words or actions. Coming back to the point, since my business partner/friend and I get along very well and have generally done well academically, people are running over each other to get into our group. What I find amusing is that they think buttering up to my partner will change my opinion of them, sadly, it won't. You're now a bigger asshat than ever, don't patronize by telling my partner that you're in a difficult place, and we'll work. We both know the level of work almost anyone puts into a group this large. We'll be doing all the work and you'll just take credit for it. You're better off treating me to lunch and saying that's the most you're capable of doing. I'd appreciate that rather than half-assed copy-pastes from Wikipedia to pass as your work on a business plan for this project.
Sorry, I didn't mean to turn this post into a rant, but after around 3 dozen calls to both of us, frankly, I just want to shoot the next person to call.
Moving on; I'm working again as a business consultant with a firm again. It's absolutely wonderful to be doing this work again. Hectic workschedules, idiot clients, but it comes with perks, your own personal workload, business lunches, random meetings and undue respect in the offices you walk into. Being an entrepreneur is great considering that I will most likely setup a consulting company during my life somewhere, somehow. My boss is pretty relaxed and teaches as we move along the project. Basically we're redesigning SOPs for a government organization using the ISO 9000:2000 standards. I didn't like the CS world that much, but this is definitely more like the job I'd dreamed about. Clients, meetings, travel, etc. All good stuff.
I always promise to make more relevant posts, but clearly I can't seem to focus. The music is playing, the weather is great, and I'm off to sit outside and enjoy both.
Toodles.
P.S. To my earlier friend, I think I'm going to use you as an excuse to start blogging more regularly on so that you have an incentive to post more on Xanga and I'll post back in response.
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| Now Playing: Pogo by Digitialism
The start of another new year and I barely posted anything in the entire year. A fitting review is needed, but it's pointless. Nothing interesting really has happened that warrants a significant post. In timeless tradition, I apologize for the intermittent posts. The usual combination of reasons have resulted in my inability to post anything at all.
Foremost, the political scenario with regards to Pakistan and India. As usual, we've managed to create such a tense and hostile situation where everyone is itching to get into a fight. I've yet to understand the evidence presented by the Indian government, if we ever get to see it, that damningly holds Pakistan accountable for the entire Mumbai incidents. I'm absurdly pacifist at times, however, this does not mean someone can trample over me because I won't put up a fight. A paradox in its own right, but nonetheless, the general saying, "Respect is earned when it is given," jumps to mind. The entire terrorism wave is not something someone singlehandedly created. It was the cumulative efforts of a number of state governments that had vested interests with the creation of a private brainwashed militant force that was easily swayed by religious and political propaganda. For the few people who still believe that Pakistan is harboring these militants, I simply say review the news from a local Pakistani website about the number of suicide bombings in our cities. It's not something any country actively looks forward to. It ruins lives, changes destinies, and generally fucks things up to put it coarsely. Every time I hear the usual inane concept that we are harboring these terrorists, I just want them to see the amount of blood splattered on our sidewalks thanks to these monsters. I want them to see that we value life more than many anything else. Sadly, I know there are people that won't be swayed and the usual accusations will continue. Hopefully with education and self-awareness, people can change and work together rather than kill one another.
The Palestinian-Israeli conflict.
Words cannot begin to describe how the Israelis have unflinchingly perpetrated genocide on a civilization that shares so much culture, history and values with them. Not stating there are two sides to a story, but this is murder on innocent civilians. Air strikes and commandos do not spread anything besides hatred and anger. This will come back to haunt the Israelis in the future. Open dialogue and acceptance will help turn the general population against those elements, both Israeli and Palestinian, who enjoy the bloodshed of war. Unfortunately, I have a sinking feeling that the conflict in this region can never end due to the history of it alone. The number of countless wars, destruction of civilizations, hatred and inflexibility of thought will drag on for many millennia.
Personal business.
Yet again, my fiercely independent nature continues to clash with attempts to tame me. This generally results in a series of long pointless arguments with significant yelling. I understand that I may be inexperienced or such, it makes no sense that I cannot make a seasoned decision. Alas, yet another struggle that no one seems to understand the significance of.
School went surprisingly well in comparison to the disaster I was expecting. Short of one course, I was pleasantly surprised with the 4 A's that I got in some rather oddball courses. The next semester should be more interesting as well since we've gotten into the real core components of our majors. Marketing is pretty interesting as it is, enough math to make it tolerable with lots of creativity to make enjoyable. How someone can major in finance and not be bored with looking at numbers for the rest of their lives is beyond me.
Welcoming the new year in with more pessimism and hatred as usual.
2009, we welcome you with a significant amount of sneer and cynicism.
*Fin.*
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| Now Playing: *silence*
Yet another ridiculously large gap between blog posts. A hectic summer, excessive driving, delicious food, mood swings and random family matters have kept me preoccupied for the last 3 months. I humbly apologize in the usual manner and make amends for my recent absence.
I have a new car. Brilliance. It's small and tiny compared to what I usually drive back home, but a car is a car. I am a happy camper most of the time, I just can't really afford the petrol. Ironic, I was born in the land where petrol is cheaper than 800ml of water, but have a car in the city where fuel spikes more often than funny drinks for girls at frat parties. Alas, it's a win-lose situation. I'm mobile but I have to plan out every part of my day to maximize my fuel.
I have lots of cool trendy furniture in my house. My mother has outdone herself in setting up the house. It looks absolutely fantastic. I am proud of both my parents for spending so many years of their lives abroad to make sure we have a house in a place where we're free to come and go. It truly is a blessing.
Highlights of the summer:
1. Picking up new car.
2. Getting into accident in new car in less than 3 days.
3. Receiving new furniture for the house.
4. Saif's wedding.
5. Brother staying in Pakistan for A-levels.
6. Living with brother in new house for next 6 months.
7. Watching tree nearly destroy car in windy weather.
8. Been shown pictures of my mother when she was my age. (The amount of jokes garnered from this are almost endless.)
9. Watching my laptop refuse to POST.
10. Realizing the first time I cannot repair something electrical. (Bad day)
This was just meant to be a brief update on what's going on.
I've decided to become an aspiring entrepreneur. A few friends and I have decided to open up an online bookstore just for Pakistani students. We'd be offering the lowest rates possible and getting high quality books for students. No more tiddly cheap photocopies that destroy your eyesight when you read a chapter. We're still working out the financial aspects of it, but it's in the pipeline. Keep your eyes peeled for us.
I miss Sandra more than ever. I really do. Now it's gotten to the point of a craving. I just want to see and hold her for 3 minutes. I would give anything in the world for that feeling again.
All for now.
*Cue generous portion of emo rant*
PS. Tried signing off differently. Leave comments. Kthnxplissbai.
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| old and festeringNow Playing: Cascade by Hyper
Apparently I am 21, old, wrinkly and cranky. I have just fulfilled the basic requirements to be a wizened old man sitting on his lawn yelling at kids to get off of it. Personally speaking, I've never had a more depressing birthday in my life. Project submissions, being sick, massive workloads, random errands, and other copious amounts of work, put a severe halt on any attempts to enjoy a rather lackluster day as it is.
Frankly speaking, I hate birthdays. They remind of how useless I am at times as an individual. By age 21, I was supposed to have done a million things which included bungee jumping, skydiving, gone hiking by myself, and a slew of other random crap, instead it's great to see I've done next to nothing that is remotely special. Oh well, there's always next year for new disappointments.
Things are finally shaping up for the better. I've got a few internships lined up and parents are finally getting furniture, car and various other things lined up for the summer. I get to fly home for a little while as well which is good. I can't stand being in one place for too long, I need to escape Pakistan for a little while as it is.
Oddly enough, I had a lot to blog about but it seems to have all vanished. I need to get all emo and moody and then post. In the mean time, enjoy a pointless and irrelevant blog post for now.
(After reading all of that I feel like a blonde. If only I had large breasts.)
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