Saturday, May 29, 2010

Antarctica Ocean

These days are really tiring. If not busy working on the MBR report (Argh!), I'm busy procrastinating over the never ending exam course. And yes, procrastination is a time-consuming activity. Anyway, it is times like these when I think even Anees Hussain-ing is a waste of time. I teach English for SAT/GRE/GMAT prep at Anees Hussain, and while it is the love of my life, I dread certain days, like yesterday.

I was teaching Sentence Correction to this kid, who asked me who Buddhists were. 'Aren't they a caste of Hindus?'

'Um...have you seen that Emran Hashmi movie where he gets taken in by a bunch of Budhists when he gets shot? There was also a really famous song...' I volunteered, wondering how to explain to a kid who thinks fossils are bones. Thankfully, another kid on my right remembered the name of the movie, and I was able to explain that yes, MONKS shave their heads and wear sarongs, not random people.

Yet again, a couple of minutes later 'Miss, I don't understand this sentence. Isn't Antarctica an ocean?'

I could've killed him then. 'Can you list the five oceans and seven continents for me? I asked through gritted teeth.

'I don't remember them ma'am, I rattofied them years ago,' he admitted cheerfully.

After 15 minutes of me reciting the names of the oceans, missing out the Atlantic Ocean, and having Bilal Saeed remind me, I turned to him and said 'NOW tell me what Antarctica is.'

Blank face.

'Did I mention it in the list of oceans right now?! NO! Antarctica is a continent!'

That was probably the most time I've wasted on a single question. Phew.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


*Warning! May contain spoilers*

I just got off the phone with my best friend who was totally oblivious to me droning on and on about the last Gossip Girl episode. Hmph. Remind me to befriend more girls. While I may not be that girly otherwise, I absolutely LOVE Gossip Girl. I too am mesmerized by all the hot clothes these people wear, and generally by 'life on the upper East side'. And everyone on this show is so hot! EEEEEEE!

I used to hate Chuck Bass in the first season. I used to think that he was terribly ugly, and such a casanova to top it all. So totally ew. But then by the second season, he got serious about Blair. And season 3 has really highlighted poignant moments in his life - how he felt about his dad's death and trying to disprove his dad's opinion of him- which is something I can kind of relate to- how Blair points out that 'he was never really the man his father was', and the ugly female who masqueraded as his mom. And I even started to think that he was hot.

Chuck asks Blair to meet him at the top of the Empire State Building if she truly loves him. Now this is so blah and Indian movie-ish, but it was still so cute! I guess simply because it was mysterious Chuck Bass and not some lovelorn Asian fellow. And then later, when Chuck and Blair reunite, I so totally noticed the engagement ring box (was it that obvious to everyone?) and I thought aw! how cute!

But then they had to make Chuck enter some dark alley, get mugged, refuse to give up the ring, and get shot.

WHY?!?! ARGH! It's torture waiting for an entire summer to know what happens to him. Does he really die? I hope not. I don't want him to die. And that should be enough reason for him to live. Haha. I just hope they don't go all Indian drama again, because that would be lame. Ok maybe not that much, since it'd be Chuck Bass, but that would make it totally predictable.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Blog Update

I haven't been very excited about updating this blog for a very long time. But then yesterday my sister started talking about how I, of all people, should be more active about blogging. That reminded me of some stuff. I used to be a write-a-holic - I have excercise books and school journals brimming with stories I used to write during Islamiat classes (the teacher used to think I was taking down notes) and when I used to bunk classes. I preferred writing over talking to people (yes I was weird). And the terrible part was when my sister used to discover journals I'd secretly stashed away, containing stories about people I met everyday and guys I had crushes on *major embarassment*.

I think the only reason she said I should start writing again was so that she could read everything I'd upload and draw inferences about what was going on in my life. Although that's not what I intend to let her do, I have decided to start writing again. And too bad for you Sarah, I'll be so subtle that you'll never be able to figure things out. Muhahaha!