The Performing Arts Festival…well, yes…it was good. I didn’t get to see as much as I should have, but the little I did bespoke of the talent and the level of organization that our people possess and can impart. And yet, I pass by Gaddafi Stadium everyday, once in the morning and once in the late afternoon, and I shake my head at the organizers. They had the Alhamra center and halls decked out in ribbons and banners, and they took them off once the party was over. Why not from the main gate, too? They’ve left those pink, blue and black triangles on the outer façade to fade and become as bedraggled as they are now. So far, they’ve endured rain and cold wind, and the general dirt and pollution from the traffic that has become so commonplace and so much a part of Lahore’s landscape that we don’t even bother to mention it anymore. TAKE THEM OFF FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! IT LOOKS UGLY!!!
*sigh*
Why is it that most men have this huge, huge indeflatable ego? I really wonder why most of them think themselves to be just the very thing that women want, the hottest object there could possibly be. They think that wolf-whistling and shouting out dumbass comments while they whiz past on their motorbikes is really the way to address a girl crossing the street, who, frankly, doesn’t even give a damn whether they exist or not and even if she does hear them, just walks past unconcernedly, vaguely thinking that men really are one of the most detestable objects on this planet. Too true. You’d think they’d have a bit more pride, but really, they chase after girls all the while claiming that it’s just a bit of a sport, and yet, it’s not as if their intentions aren’t perfectly clear to the smarter half of the world’s population.
There’s this guy in my biotech class who really is in need of a hair wash. He’s supposedly styled it, with all that gel and those spikes, but I strongly believe I should offer him a bottle of shampoo one of these days. He looks plain filthy, no two words about it.
There isn’t any gas coming. And my room is freezing! And there’s something wrong with my jaw; it’s kinda hurting me.
P.S. - i saw today that there are white triangular ribbons as well...:P
*sigh*
Why is it that most men have this huge, huge indeflatable ego? I really wonder why most of them think themselves to be just the very thing that women want, the hottest object there could possibly be. They think that wolf-whistling and shouting out dumbass comments while they whiz past on their motorbikes is really the way to address a girl crossing the street, who, frankly, doesn’t even give a damn whether they exist or not and even if she does hear them, just walks past unconcernedly, vaguely thinking that men really are one of the most detestable objects on this planet. Too true. You’d think they’d have a bit more pride, but really, they chase after girls all the while claiming that it’s just a bit of a sport, and yet, it’s not as if their intentions aren’t perfectly clear to the smarter half of the world’s population.
There’s this guy in my biotech class who really is in need of a hair wash. He’s supposedly styled it, with all that gel and those spikes, but I strongly believe I should offer him a bottle of shampoo one of these days. He looks plain filthy, no two words about it.
There isn’t any gas coming. And my room is freezing! And there’s something wrong with my jaw; it’s kinda hurting me.
P.S. - i saw today that there are white triangular ribbons as well...:P
aala! u can imagine how much I adore the 'men's ego' part ;D 4 saal mein shayed u ka nazriya badal gya ho kuch pr i can still relate to it :P aur ganday baalon wala Sissie A hai na? ;P
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