'If someone is better at the game than you, change the rules'

'

Seriously love, love, love that series

It's almost like a more mature, more bloody version of Percy Jackson o.O

Just a few of my favorite quotes from there:

'My lord,' The assassin cried from above. 'Are you alright?'

'Just fine,' Malus snarled. 'These jagged rocks managed to break my fall.'
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'Hauclir,' Malus said sourly, 'While it is your duty to test my food for poison, you don't have to eat half the cheese to do it'

Hauclir paused in mid-chew. 'Test for poison, my lord?

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'Do you typically block your opponent's sword with your face, Hauclir?'


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'Perhaps I should make you walk the deck all night until you learn.'

'Will that be after you've pulled out my fingernails and torn out my eyes with a fishbone?'

'Eh?'

'Well, since we've come aboard, you've threatened to pull out my fingernails for being late with your food, and tear my eyes out with a fishbone for spilling that wine'

'Are you mocking me, you wretch?'

'Just trying to be helpful, my lord'

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'I've already worn that,' Malus said flatly.

'Excellent, then we're sure it fits' 

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'You can't inspect the scouts, they're gone'

'Gone? Gone for what?!'

'To scout what else? They can't be out there looking for the enemy if they're here kissing your arse!'

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'If someone is better at the game than you, change the rules'

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Do I even need to establish how freaking awesome that series is? 

No?

Good :P

Also, epic moment of the day:

Usman: 'Okay, Ali, from now on I shall be a role model. I will not curse, and try to be a much better person. We really need to set a good example for the kids to follow'

Me: Usman, Usman, Usman. When will you learn? You can't just quit swearing like that, it's haywired into your system. This kind of talk is really cheap, ya'know?

Usman: *Makes a disgusted face* Ali, fuck off. 

Wait. o__o Oh, shi-

Me: What'd I tell you?

I don't have anything against being role-models for leetul cheeldren, but I won't let you go near the kids with a resolution you can't stick to either.

The innocent minds of the little ones should not be corrupted by someone at such a young age.

But, yeah, other than that little piece of 'LoL', there was nothing interesting that happened today. I just happened to blog because I wasn't blogging as of late, just picking up images from 'Imagfav' and commenting on them. :P Lol.

Anyhow

I have the strangest, most weirdest dreams these days. Wait, dreams isn't the term for it

Nightmares

'Nightmare' what an odd name. 'Night' and 'Mare' joined together. And 'Mare' means a young horse. So I wonder why the person who coined the term chose to compared a bad dream to a mare that comes out at night?

Maybe he dreamed about ninja-assassin-mares?

Yes. I is weird.

Anyhow

These aren't usual nightmares. Like those 'Oh-Haha-It-Was-A-Dream' (Or, if you think like me, 'That-Would-Make-An-EPIC-Horror-Story') dreams. They are horrible. Horrible and twisted.

My best bet is that I go lucid. Atleast, then I have some measure of 'control' over my dream. 

Plus, waking up from a lucid state is pure awesome!

I'd compare the sensation to hyperspeeding through a tunnel.

Passing over the subject of horrible dreams

I've decided that at some point in my life, I want to be a teacher. For either Pakistan-History or Islamiyat. Or Economics. Or Business Studies. Or English literature. Or sociology. Or a debating instructor ('twould be EPIC). Or- You get the drill. :P 

I want to teach. 

Impart my knowledge into the minds of young children. 

Influence a whole generation through my ideas

And making sure that the next generation of Pakistanis realize their potential.

But before setting standards for future students, I think I should meet the standards that have been set for me. 

95 percent!!!!

Anyway, Cambridge marking scheme criteria went down. It's 80% for an A and 90% for an A* now (instead of the 85% A and 95% A*) 

HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF. 

Also

I just realized how I managed to insert academics into every blog entry as of late :P So, I'll shut up.

So it's time for me to go, Bob. 

Like always, I'll miss ya. 

Don't be a-stalkin'!

Until Next Time

Caves.

I'd never actually want to live in a cave though. Dark, damp little places where who knows what hides.

I'd rather live in a place which is secluded, yes, but I still want the sun and fresh air. And I want to know if someone is creeping up on me. 

I shall always remain paranoid :P

Stuff hides in the dark, no shit bro.

Hafiz the poet...I feel like I've heard that name somewhere >__< I know I've heard it somewhere. But I just can't place my finger on where.

You might have also noticed that I seriously love italics 

Psh, catching hearts isn't all that hard. What you need is a recently dead person, a scalpel and bat-shit craziness. ^^ Well, you have to slice the guy open and scoop out his heart. And then play catch.

Twisted thoughts.

Dude...Seriously. This thing right here is epicus o.o Like, if you CAN do something about it do it and don't worry. If you can't, know that the situation is out of your control and worrying will only worsen your condition. And if you don't have a situation? Just chill :P

I love Philosoraptor XD

Anyhow, today I am seriously tired. 

I didn't do much today either. But I'm going to force myself to study tomorrow. Tests, and revision and OH GOD I HAVE TO COMPLETE MY NOTES TOO. 

BLEGH

Our teachers are being MOST unreasonable D: At this stage, they should STOP giving us homework and let us focus on preparation. But no. We have homework. And REGULAR tests. Like, every day >__<

And, as a total, I have 76 topics to cover.

No, that is not a typo.

SEVENTY SIX

DDDX

And it's 12:09 am and I'm sleep-drunk.

I know that this is pretty much a really short blog. But oftentimes, so many things happen over the week and my mental capacity isn't honed to a level where I can remember it all. So, I guess I'll just change this from a weekly blog, like, twice-a-week thing? 

I dunno

Anyway, I'll leave you with one last thing to think about:

So, goodbye again Bob. I'll miss you. I really will.

Until Next Week

Probability, Exams and Ambigrams!

Chances, chances. Ever since I've become good at maths, I know that if there's a 

mere 'chance' something's going to happen, there is a specific percentage of that chance occurring

no matter how small. And, as a human, even if there's a '0.0000001'% chance of me making 

the wrong decision, we're still not going to make it just in case SOMETHING goes wrong.

 Hey, I mean, just look at this experiment. People were willing to fork over 20 dollars just to avoid a measly ONE percent chance of getting electrocuted.

Which is to say, your open heart has no answer to the mathematical equation buried into our genetics from the dawn of mankind, which was Bear = Run away. No matter how small of a chance the bear had of catching you.

But, then again, bears are scary.

Ahem. So, a week has passed and I'm FINALLY writing the blog on a Saturday :D Like I was supposed to.

Yay.

This week has been tiresome. First off, I went to my first barbecue party on Sunday ^^ Woop!

It wasn't a huge event xD About seven of us were there. And it was a very cold night, so the fire and hot-food was very awesome ^^ We had these large iron skewers and two bowls of Keema that Aitzaz brought over. So we basically made the Kebabs ourselves. It was....Well, not fun exactly o.O But, I guess I learned something new ^^ Kebab-making. Wooh!

And, GASP, they tasted good xD What, you thought a group of seven dudes couldn't cook well? o_O Me, Aitzaz and Saad made the kebabs. Usman and Basit took care of of the fire and cooking the kebabs. Shehroze, Omar and Ahamd just sat back and watched. >.> Lazy...

And afterwards we played badminton ^___^ I played with Aitzaz. He won one of our matches, and that was because I was still getting used to playing after....What, three years?

Yeah, I haven't been playing badminton for a long time >_>

Score 10-5 baby!

Anyway, the nights are getting colder...And I'm spending more and more of my online time snuggled under the  very warm, thick blankets xDD 

I love the figurative meaning ^^ 

Ya'know. Books, stairway to enlightenment and all that?

EPIC.

The weekdays were pretty normal. 'Cept that now we have out TERM PAPERS coming up.

AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Calm....Calm....It's not as bad as it seems

....Yeah, right. Who am I kidding.

Teachers have already put out the minimum requirements that they expect of us. And listen to this: If we don't achieve the minimum, we fail. 

FAIL.

And guess what my minimum is?

70% For Urdu. AND A GOD-DAMNED 95% FOR HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY. 

95%!!! How is that even fair? DDDX

And even in the middle of an educational crisis, I'm distracted by ambigrams.

And, Saturdays are now on.

'On', as in 'we have to come to school on Saturday.

But I didn't go today ^^ Mwahahaha xD

Ahem.

I didn't go because I couldn't. Dad's off to China for a business trip, and the rickshaw I usually take from school to the house is un-available on Saturdays.

So, I didn't go ^^

And...What was my to-do-list for today?

Mission accomplished, indeed.

Tell the principal, that they may take our lives, but they'll never take OUR PROCASTINATIONNNNNNNNNNNNN! 

That's not a very good thing, is it? xDD

Well, I did absolutely nothing today. Tomorrow's going to be different. I'm going to tackle the Mughal Era in the Subcontinent...Maybe even cover the early-British rule. Who knows?

OH, and I should mention that all the images used this entry are from Imgfave.com. Well, all but the second. That one was from this article.

So...This is goodbye for now. I'll miss you, Bob. I really will.

Until Next Week! 

(Or earlier?)

Pictures new, and pictures old.

That's me and the 'troop' in 2009. 

Damn. We've all changed so much since 2009 o.o. 'Though I couldn't get a picture of us this time -.- The little ones wouldn't stay in one place long enough for me to actually take a photo. Plus we were in different houses this time, and our time management pretty much sucked ^^ 

I used to be so naive back then xD More innocent, more carefree. More ignorant.

And I had a more active imagination.

I'm afraid that as the years pass, my imagination and creativity will be shoved into the corner of my mind. Already, my imagination isn't what it used to be when I was a child. I suppose that's only natural. With the passing of time, reality presses you hard, and you have to divert your attention to it instead of just loosing yourself in the land of make believe. 'Though imagination will continue be my high.

I was...so little...O.o

There's quite an age-gap between me and my cousins. 15 (me), 12, 11, 8 (two of them) and 6. 

Yep, I'm the oldest.

The age gap has never been as apparent as it was this time. Half the time I spent was with my dad and the other 'gown ups' (as the little ones call them xD). 

It was...Interesting. 

You see, whenever all my uncles and my father gather together, they all have these discussions. From politics to religion. 

When I was a kid, I didn't pay attention to them. Now, I can't make myself leave the room if they're taking place.

It is awesome. xD

And now I feel old

 Anyway, I convinced Harris to finally send me the last of the S.P.E.L.T photos.

We had two cameras, see? Harris's and Saad's.

'Course Harris had the iPhone. So his photos are of a better quality.

 The suit returns! xD
Basit, trying his best to look bored. 

 That's me, presenting.

Yeah, and about that white board in the center?

We requested a place with a whiteboard. See, we wanted to write the important points down, so we need one. But there was no place else on the wall to PUT it. So it had to stay there, making the presentation look weird.

'Though, since it was a total success, the board is only a minor complaint xD.

 Me and Shahmeer. 

 That's all of us at the END of the presentation. I wish they could have

taken the photo from the far back; the people you see in this picture are

only a fraction of how many they were actually there

And that's a group photo without Harris. He was the one taking the picture.

Epic song, that one. I know it's old, but I've just recently heard it xD

Annnnnd, that's about it for now. 

I'll TRY to make this a weekly blog. I have tried, but it seems that I can never manage it :P 

Well, anyway. If nothing else interferes, all next post will be on next Saturday. 

Have a nice day.

Next post...Saturday

Looks like I'm a little late. :P

Well, the last three weeks have been most tiresome, but the rewards have been well worth the effort. I might be taking a long break from extra curricular activities, though; I do need some time to get back on track with my studies.

Anyway, guess I should explain why  I'm tired.

Maybe you remember that I talked about a presentation in my last posts. Well, it all started when the Society Of Pakistan English Language Teachers (SPELT) gave us learners a chance (for the first time in the organization's 27 years) to come up and explain OUR views on what was happening -and I quote- 'In the English language learning scene in Pakistan'. Since our teacher was an honorary member of this organization, she volunteered to find students who were up the the mark.

Enter: Us.

 Yeah, I'm not in this picture. I was the one taking it. 

So we prepared the presentation, and it took two whole weeks (During which my computer was gone for repairs; why else do you think I wasn't blogging?). I swear. My timetable during those weeks was something like this:

~ Wake up at 6:30 6:00.

~ Talk to Dad on way to school Stare sleepily out of car window.

~ Enter class, spot any one of my friends and start conversation Bang head on desk and try to fall asleep.

~ Attend lectures without dozing off.

~ Enter bus at 2:00 Stay in school, doing nothing at all 'till 4:00.

~ Sneak in an hour of playing X-box or surfing the net Prepare the presentation.

~ Get ready for the Tutor's arrival Get on bus.

~ 5:30, start studying with tutor without even pausing to change out of uniform.

~ 6:30 Finished with tutor.

~ Homework.

~ 8:00 Surf net again. Stop for a few on 'Cracked.com' Study. Revise. Practice presentation.

~ Work out

~ 10 BED.

Lather, rinse, repeat the following day until: 

A: Weekend

B: Killed by exhaustion 

Anyway. So, last Friday the time finally arrived. It was a five hour trip in a huge van-thing (I'm not that into cars, so I can't tell you what it was >__<) and most all of us were pretty boring during travels. Except for the truth and dare part. That was good. But other than that...Eh.

Anyway, while we were going there, I found out that we were going DIRECTLY to the conference, and not stopping at our rest area first. Which was a bummer, because I assumed we were stopping. I happened to be dressed like this:

Blegh. I hate that coat. It makes me look like a Pastor or something o__o

Well. It did get pretty cold during the night, though. So I was grateful for the coat then. And since I'm probably not going to see anyone who might have laughed at me in that coat again in my life, no harm done :P.

 That's me in the garden on Saturday morning. I was STILL wearing those clothes (I'd stayed up the night

and also because it was STILL cold. Seriously. I'm not used to cold weather. Not, warm places on the other hand....

Saturday was the day I got to finally see the organization properly and NOT through groggy, sleep deprived eyes. There were lots of people there. All sorts of teachers. Plus we had a representatives of Oxford University, the British Council, and Cambridge university. Saturday was a little boring, though. All we did was attend presentations. And we didn't even stay up late. All were in bed by 1:00 am. Hey, we had to rise early the next morning.

And then came Sunday morning...:3

I was so made to wear a suit xD 

Our presentation ROCKED. I seriously wanted to put a video up. But Mr Harris doesn't have his iPhone anymore >.> First off, I expected our room to be filled with 10 people at the most. But, nope. We got a full house! :D People even started standing at the back because there weren't any seats left to sit.

Shahmeer did this one photography-angle thing with the flower. When he did it, it was awesome

then Saad asked me if he could take my photo with the same angle. It just doesn't look that awesome.

That's my pass to the 'Presenter's Lounge'. Best thing about it: You could make tea there.

I'd drunk coffee during breakfast, but if I don't drink tea before 12:00 on a non-school day

The day really isn't complete. Oh, and did I mention it was cold ?

(I think I might have....Once or twice)

Beh. You can see the exhaustion...Even though it's a photograph (and not really a good one, at that)

 I'm not even sure if this is a good photo or a bad one :P

Personally, I'd have taken a totally black suit :P But this color would have been my second choice. I look like a businessman or something xD.

Anyway. Now that the SPELT presentation is over. I have a second problem. Assessments.

True, assessments aren't really that important. But my dad wants A*s in ALL subjects. ALL of them. D: This is so unfair; with the fatigue, and not enough time to study and all. But I'm managing to scrape by. Maybe I can't get all A*'s but I can get A's. Well, other than in Urdu. Best not to dwell on hopeless weaknesses. I just hope I can get a B at-least. 

Though, without studying, that's just empty wishing xD

So, I guess I'll get off the computer now.

-Ali

October 05, 2011. Tired out of my mind.

Today was officially my longest day of school. First from seven to two (as usual), during which I was made to jog seven laps of a two hundred meter ground. Then run a whole race. Then frog jump, then multiple exercises and then, finally, made to roll around the ground (LITTERALLY ROLL THE LENGTH OF THE GROUND). That last one was supposed to be punishment for not wearing the proper P.E uniform.
Lovely school I go to, isn't it? -_-

And then comes my second dilemma. See, I was part of this spelling-bee thing which is basically what it sounds like. Now, I applied for it a year ago and I got selected. We trained and everything. But when it comes to the last possible second, I'm told that I can't go. See, my dad forbade me to go ANYWHERE near Lahore (a city in Pakistan, where it's being held) because of the dengue outbreak there.
Suffice to say, the teacher wasn't thrilled to hear that.
I got a lecture on responsibility, how she was not impressed with me and how she would personally make sure I was excluded from any competition ta king place in the school.
That last one wouldn't hit as hard, if it wasn't for the Parliamentary Debates in January. My only solace is the fact that there isn't ANYONE else in the school who can take my place right now xD Sure, there's one student, but he's filling a DIFFERENT place. So, I think I'll be called along anyway.
Is it wrong for me to be smug over that? :3

Okay, so as I was saying, after that P.E fiasco I was extremely dizzy. Not a 'Hahaha, this is funnnn' dizzy, but more like a 'OH HOLY SHIT, THE PLANT SHOULDN'T SPIN AROUND LIKE THAT' dizzy. Then I felt nausea, like I was going to shit myself and vomit at the exact same time. And then, my whole vision was white.
Seriously, I am not a medical student, but I'm guessing it was a result of what they made me do.

My whole vision went white, I could barely see.

I could swear the school was torturing me by placing the Girl's bathroom on the main floor and the Boy's one on the second >____>.
And then I spent the next twenty (Yes, TWENTY) minutes hurling chunks. Calming my effed up digestive system and basically trying to STOP EARTH FROM SPINNING SO FAST (GOD DAMMIT!).

Ofcourse the teacher wasn't thrilled that I got to class that late, but I guess since I volunteered to present my...Uh, presentation exactly on the spot (xD) he let it pass.

And that was only throughout the REGULAR school hours.

After school we had to stay back 'till 4'o clock. We have this conference, see? and we have this chance to present a...Presentation xD in front of them about how English in Pakistan could be improved. It's a very big deal.
Anyway, so we have to stay back after school to prepare for it and stuff. Still in our uniforms, in a lonely school. Just six teenagers, what could we do, breakdance?

And yes, that's exactly what we did xDDD

We hosted a breakdancing competition. :3 With me being the DJ (of sorts). I seriously can't breakdance worth a shit xD But, woah, my friends were so good o_o. Plus, one of them was actually a PART of a club, so he won. 'still it was great to watch them all doing what they did. :P

'Course it wasn't all breakdancing and fun. We had to deal with the newbies who had also volunteered to be part of the presentation. Briefing them took two whole hours. And it was so boring for those of us who had already known all the stuff, but time somehow went through.

Anyway, the clock chimed four and our tutor arrived. It was a little tiring at first, when the new participants were judged and everything. But then we actually had to show what we'd prepared.
And that meant actually giving the presentation as if we were really in the conference.

I love, love, love public speaking xD And this was no different. I just gave mine, and went back home by seven pm.
That's 12 hours o__o Twelve hours in school...

Eh, it was fun...'Specially the breakdancing xDD

Anyway, guess that's enough for now. :3

Next blog should come on...Saturday, if things go according to plan. *Leaves with that hanging suspense-fully in the air* (xD)

Sunday, October 1, 2011. Revelare De Persona.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pySP1HTW7a8

'Cause everything you wanted me to hide, is everything that makes me alive'
'If you were right and I was wrong, why are you the one who's gone?'
'But everything you wanted from me, was everything that I could never be'

Just a few quotes from the song above.

It's weird how I found that song. Just typed 'I'm still here' in google, not even sure a song named that existed xD But I wanted to listen to something like that. Five or six songs turned up and I listened to all of them. This one was the best, in my opinion. Exactly like what I wanted to listen to. Haha.

Anyway, got this blog set up today. And it took a surprisingly short time to think of the title. 'Revelare De Persona' Revealing Of The Persona/Mask. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persona). A place where I can let out thoughts without altering them to make an impression on the person I am talking to. Fitting, I think.
'Though, if I somehow messed up the Latin (That'd be embarrassing) tell me. Best I correct it, haha.

Well, anyway. I'll fill in more as time passes. Next entry due...Who knows when.
G'bye.