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You Can’t Have A Twitter Tea-Party Without These


Can I just say HOMG? I came across a really amazing thing when my friends and I were in the college cafeteria where, as usual, I was dreaming about stuffing artery clogging french fries (Because nearly everything that clogs your arteries tastes divine) when we suddenly saw this:

Legit biscuits from the hood.
J.K!
Would you like them with tea?

Immediately, my reaction was first of pure bewilderment: “Oh hellz yes, are you seeing this? Twitter biscuits? This just proves that God is here. God show yourself! ” and then I went, “Wait. Isn’t this illegal? Would we be committing a crime by knowingly buying this? Like crack cocaine?” and then I started cackling silently which totally meant I was thinking of buying them. Instead I took out my pre-historic phone and captured a horrible quality picture before proceeding to fondle the packet which was apparently inappropriate because someone wrenched it out of my hands.

Our excitement was so infectious upon finding the Twitter yummeries, that the man behind the counter, who had no inkling what Twitter was and why a bunch of girls were suddenly acting like they have just seen galloping rainbow unicorns bludgeoning someone’s head (No, that was just me), started chuckling as well even though he was probably confused.

Twitter spreads smiles. Tis’ true, fellas.

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Literature And Other Musings, The Dreary

Psychic Diorama


The sound of Azaan resonates in my ears. I lay perfectly still. My stomach churning from the dizzying array of thoughts unfurling in my head. One twist there, another spin. I am reeling – this is all in my head.

You call my name, It loosens something inside me. The Azaan continues. My toes curl in response, arms raise in despair. I laugh, but it sounds like a whimper from a baby.

You leave like the last feeble ray of sunshine. The Azaan stops. I lay petrified, hoping I won’t break into shards, listening to the sound of defeat that spills out of me.

And we’re all scouring for something…like a pack of rats.

Black

Black (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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I’m currently having a depressive streak (usual stuff) so no happy posts today instead I just wrote what I felt.
I’ll be back to my cray-cray self in no time! 
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All Your Cakes Are Mine, T.V

My Strange Addiction – We Live In A Crazy World!


Yes, I’m going to be revealing what my strange obsession is in this very post.

Psych! I am perfectly normal and capable of basic human emotions. Maybe I should feel insulted if you clicked on this post wanting to read all about my disturbing and sickening habits. May I remind you, having a  mild interest in rampaging squirrels, Katanas and zombie goat apocalypse is not strange behavior.

I shall buy a squirrel and name it “Shakira Van Der Jolie” or maybe “Princess LedZeppelin”
Likes? Decide for me?

Anyway,this post is about this reality show (My Strange Addiction) I literally stumbled upon earlier this week. It’s another welcome addition to the crazy pop culture of this world where delightful individuals with serious untreated mental issues are shown on the telly as they unveil their disgusting  unusual addictions.

Apparently you can guess that these people are suffering from something because they’re practically agreeing to these:  be watched by thousands of people.  Agree to be labelled as a freak for the rest of your lives.

I watched one episode where this woman is addicted to drinking her own urine because y’know nothing is more healthier or “comforting” than drinking your own urine.

I’m preparing for my trip to the Sahara Desert. 

Another one showed a man is in an intimate relationship with his car and then to add more horror and glee, he confesses this to his father on camera. However, I (and many, many others who express joy at seeing parents/guardians exploding in rage on screen) was sorely disappointed. Instead, the father was mystified – or appalled or maybe both. Be glad he didn’t have a stroke or something.

One of my favorite (after the urine drinker, of course) is Shower hair drain collector –  Another young man in desperate need for help. How do the producers find these people? During the episode, the guy makes this harrowing statement “…the game starts when I see the homeowner and I make the prediction that how much hair she has in her drain and then I have to find out.” – This is not creepy at all. Imagine waltzing inside your house only to find some random dude bent over your drain.

This is such an interesting show. Watch it, y’all. Show this stuff to your Momma and Paw-Paw – they would appreciate, for once, how considerably sane their child is, compared to the people in the show.

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Learn. Teach. Transform


Hi.

There are currently millions of people out there who can not read or write. If you’re able to read this post, you’re among the lucky ones.

Akhuwat-e-Awam is a non-profit organization run by a group of Pakistani students who have high hopes and dreams of “inculcating that essential sense of national pride in the people of the country that has either faded away or has been misdirected”

Their efforts include “the dissolution of class barriers…slowly spreading to communities; slum areas within the city itself, to create schools and Basic Health Units”.

Their motto – ‘Learn. Teach. Transform’ doesn’t only apply to the people of Pakistan. It applies worldwide.

Support and appreciate them. It’s for a good cause and you know it. Plus, if you’re a Pakistani reading this, join in. These people need YOU.

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Literature And Other Musings

Fever (A Chemical Garden Trilogy) Book#2


I’ve just finished reading Lauren DeStefano’s “Fever” which is the 2nd book in the Chemical Garden Trilogy. Wither – the 1st book – was an exceptionally brilliant debut. After the massive success that was Hunger Games, there was a sudden plethora of Dystopian literature targeted at Young adults everywhere and to be honest, most of them didn’t catch my fancy. However, Wither, thankfully, didn’t let me down and I gulped it all up.

The story centers around Rhine, a girl who is kidnapped and sold off as a bride to a rich man “Linden” along with two other girls in a world where science tried to create the perfect human being bereft of disease but the experiment failed horribly and the new generation has to pay the price with their life -all women live only to age twenty and men to age twenty-five.

Throw in polygamous marriages, evil scientist father – in – law, and a sense of gloom and mystique shrouded behind wealth and riches, Rhine desperately wishes to escape this prison of gold before the virus ends her short life.

Wither was so awesome; I was almost teensy weensy scared for its sequel and it seemed I was right. Fever barely rises to the same level of Wither and although I enjoyed it. To me, it seemed…meh.

Here’s what happens: (Heads up! These are spoilers by the way)

1. Arrive onshore, stumble around in the dark towards a wheel of lights. 
2. Get caught by a psychotic brothel madame. 
3. Drugs. Hallucinations. 
4. More drugs. Get sick. Hallucinations.
5. Escape while experiencing hallucinations. 
6. Get sick in van. 
7. Be sick and get assaulted in restaurant. 
8. Be sick in bus. 
9. Depression in Manhattan. Check burned house. Check slightly mad, missing twin, Check hallucinations nostalgia. 
10. Get violently sick. 
11. Get kidnapped by eevvvaal father-in-law and vomiting on his lapels. 
12. Depression. Extreme level of sickness. Experimentation. Hallucinations. People waiting to die, or dead.
13. Be rescued by Linden who still loves Rhine even though she ditched him for another man but doesn’t believe her when she tells him his father is a deranged old loony who is experimenting on his brides in the basement. (I mean seriously, Linden, you live in the same house for God sake. Yo father is yo baby killa!)
 

I just really want to fart…or fall sick again.

Anyway, Destefano’s pretty prose was the best thing about the book. I couldn’t help feeling what Rhine felt. (Yes, the innumerable spells of sickness, included) and she paints such a vivid picture of dreary Manhattan and the morbid brothel. The secondary characters introduced in the book didn’t bother me but Gabriel – Rhine’s lover – did. That boy has no personality and he was hallucinating half the book so there. Someone please give him a personality or let evil father-in-law experiment on him and then kill him off. Kthankxbye.

Have you read Wither or Fever or thinking about reading it? Did you like it?

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