Bloody pneumo...

Left : "Righty! You alright bro?! I think I heard something pop..."
Right: "Uh, I'm not sure, I'm losing air...shit, theres a leak!"
Left: "Dude! You're shrinking! Do something, plug it!"
Right: "Hmm, I think I got it...shit, I can't take in air! Looks like the leaked air is trapped and pressing on to me...what am I gonna do, this it it! We're dead bro!"
Left: "I don't know about you, but I'm not done yet! Just hold on, I'll try and cover up for the both of us. Don't you dare give up on me! I mean it!"
Right: "I'll try, but I don't know how long I can hold on..."
Later...
Right: "Ow ow ...ouch!!"
Left: *puff puff* "you okay?"
Right: "Something's poking on to me...OUCH!!"
Left: "What is it? You're scaring me, I can't go on like this forever!"
Right: "I don't know, looks like a big ass needle...damn it's wide... and long...owww!...looks like a tube of some sort, I think we're at the hospital."
Left:"Yeah I've been getting some nice clean oxygen...what's that noise?"
Right: "Aaah...finally! I can feel the pressure lifting, I think its sucking out the air, phew!"
Left: "Thankgod! You alright now?"
Right:"Yeah, though the darn thing bruised me all over! And thankyou man, couldn't have done it without you..."
Left: "I did it for myself too...we're a team, a family! Though it's a good thing he doesn't smoke...there's no way I could have covered for the both of us covered in tar and nicotine!"
Right: "Yep, I would have had gone all the way too...alrighty then, back to business, take care!"

I'm bored...

I could be studying, doing homework, out partying. But no, I'm sitting in my room, on a friday night waiting for something to happen. It just might, or I might just lie in bed thinking about totally random stuff, stuff that I may mention further down in this post, that I thought up last night. My mom thought I spent too much time thinking. Maybe she was right. I'd just sit there, lost, legs curled up, back arched, head buried in my knees. She'd ask me, what I was thinking, and I'd usually have no answer. Its not like it was something in particular, that I could just blurt out and be done with. I'd be planning my path to success, fame and fortune; or a bollywood style romance. Am I crazy?
So last night, I was thinking of something to write about, and pondering on the current situation my life was in. Taking the cliched analogy of life being a path littered with forks, crossroad, speed bumps and what not, and the even more cliched, stepping off the trodden path, I was trying to figure out where I stood at this point in time. I came to the conclusion, thinking in terms of the Interstate highway system, that I was on a long stretch without a destination or crossroad in sight. I could very well be on the tri state highway, without knowing my destination state. Enough rambling about the analogy, the point being I'm stuck here for atleast a year, and then I have no clue where life shall take me. The options are there, but none too promising or overlapping. Infact they're poles apart. The way I see it, I have 3 options. Work, Study, Go back!
Sounds easy enough. I don't have a job, the way my grades stand, studying further seems far fetched. That leaves going back. I don't want to just yet! Being optimistic, lets say I get my act together, round up a good resume, apply for grad school and get my grades up just in time for graduation. Then what? If I get a job and admission to grad school, what do I choose?
....this will have to end here, got caught up chatting on msn and the train of thought has derailed!

lets do a serious post...

The question is, what do i want out of life?
In the long run, I want to go to heaven...
In the short run, I want to go hand in hand with the devil, no i want the devil to take inspiration from me...

Well not really, i'm not a bad guy...yes i do have devilish desires...i'd like to drink, and party...fuck around...i envy the playboy dude, and the hustler and the penthouse dudes...but i don't really want to harm anyone...no looting, plundering, killing, terrorizing...where does that put me? I'd help people if i had the resources, but i expect to get something in return...

I think every deed is driven by selfish desires. It's just the desires that may not be selfish. I know that doesn't quite make sense. What i mean to say is, if i desire to make people happy and to like me, and i go out of my way to achieve that, am i not just fulfilling a selfish desire. To everyone else it may sound like a selfless act, but if it gives me pleasure and satisfaction, a good night's sleep, peace of mind...am i not just being selfish? If I were an emotionless person, if i was not affected by what people thought of me, or how they felt, would I still go out of my way to do a favor?

Maybe my definition of 'selfish' is messed up...

more randomness...

the weekend is here...before long it will be gone
the homeworks have started piling...the deadlines shall soon be approaching
if i had taken the first two years seriously, i may have known what's going on...
the rest i'll leave to your imagination...
but heck, I have to be smart to be where i am, and i'll pull it off, probably by crook...

i just bought two posters...as a reward for almost cleaning up my room...
1) Challenge: When life presents a challenge... take your shot.
This written under a beautiful picture of a full shot glass and a slice of lime...
2) Relax: The poor long for riches. The rich long for heaven. But the wise desire tranquility.
This written under an amazing picture of white sandy beach, coconut trees and clear water...

i have to go to walmart...get stuff to be able to do my laundry...i'm out of underwear!
theres a dorm trip tomorrow to a beach nearby...i could take the time off...

hurry...

I have about 2 minutes for this post...
I need to take a shower, say my prayers and go for my spanish class...
This should be categorized as 'likes and dislikes'...
I have a fascination, or should i say fetish, for shaved armpits and pretty toes...
I hate it when people leave the labs with chairs halfway across the room, well not quite, but you know what i mean, i mean how hard is it to push it back under the table when you're done? I don't mind doing it, coz i'm paid for it, but comeon...be nice!
My time is up...more under this category soon...

time flies by...

I love my life...I don't know if I just keep repeating that to make myself believe it, or my life really, truly is amazing. From one perspective, and relatively speaking, it is one hell of a life, or should I say 'heavenly' because I am about to thank God? A million thanks to God, when I look around I feel truly blessed.

Back to my usual blabbering, school is in full swing...losing track already. So the first weekend my dorm people had organized a trip to a water park. It was small for american standards, smaller than our very own Aladdin in karachi i thought. I was done trying most of the slides I was brave enough for, and spent a considerable time bobbing and fooling around in the wave pool, all in about 3-4 hours. Then I took it easy, my lung still recovering and anticipating a long weekend ahead.

My friends in Canada told me the night before that they were coming to the US for a short vacation! After hours of arguing, excuses and what not, it was decided they would pick me up from the water park which was about an hour from Chicago, driving all the way from Toronto, stopping at Windsor and Detroit. The plan was to spend the weekend in Chicago. So, with my horrendous road sense, and a visitors map we were off to chicago. After spending some time at Navy Pier and starving ourselves, made it to Devon just in time for dinner. Pakistani time ofcourse. Had a hearty meal of nihari, seekh fry and karahi and then spent the night at a motel in a ghetto suburb.

Next morning we were off to downtown hardly agreeing on what to do and what not to. Spent some time at the beach, walked around downtown, went to the Hancock observatory, (breathtaking view from the 96th floor), a visit to the millenium park, dinner at Chillis and off we were again. But the night was still young, so stopped at the Horseshoe Casino in Indiana. Due to some weird laws only the Hotel and parking lots were on land. The actual casino was on a ship, which is all pretty cool. But being in Indiana, and not being racist or anything the crowd and the staff were 'ghetto' to say the least. In anycase had a fun time winning and then losing all that I had won on some safe betting on Roulette. We left with a negligible negative balance, and in my case $2 positive balance, which I still think was a mistake on the part of the dealer :P

Made it back to campus at about 4 in the morning, slept a few hours at a friends apartment, showed my Canadian friends around campus and then bid them farewell just in time for my second class of the day. Slept through the first one. :D ...

This post is already about 2 weeks late...had another fun weekend, but that I guess should be another post. Should put up some pics too on the picture blog.