I just like to call you my bitch.

Its 1:25 am and I have to wake up at 6:30 and get ready for school. Im off to a bad start of the week. But all that doesnt matter because OMG WE ARE FINALLY STUDYING PSYCHOLOGICAL TESTING AND MENTAL HEALTH AND PSYCHOPATHOLOGY!!

I've waited three years to study that shit in detail.

And I've gone out of my way to teach myself testing...TAT being an example.

I finally own a DSM and will be using it to diagnose real people OFFICIALLY!

No more amateur analysis of normal people trying to be crazy. I never really got why everyone wanted me to label them "crazy", "weird" and/or "psychotic". Its not cool being any of that. Not when you know what these terms actually represent.

Anyway. I feel like a doctor.

No.

I feel like Indiana Jones ._.

Oh my love, my darling

I've hungered for you touch,

a long, lonely time

and time goes by so slowly.

But not quite.

I found my new...subject.

I dont know how long this has been going on, but I always have had a "subject" in my life that I find amusing. It can be the most random person that I see and find something wrong with them. And then I spend the next couple of months building rapport and finding out whats wrong with them. I cant rest until that person has opened up completely. So far, Ive been successful in all my ventures. Once the person opens up, I may or may not help, depending on the situation. And we end up becoming pretty good friends, unless it an interesting male participant, in which case I end up having a week long fling, lolj/k. No but seriously.

So my new subject is actually a friends friend. My doubts were correct about him having a sort of manic depressive disorder. He is currently seeing a therapist, but for the next three weeks they will probably be doing the intake session. Anyway. I have to befriend him, which shouldnt be that difficult because we have mutual friends. How fucking messed up is this? I probably do this to feel good about myself and feel I have some kind of control on my actions. Heh. Imadoctah! ^^

IknowYUwanaHateM3

You know what sucks more than the political situation of Canada?
The multi-disciplinary teams and communication networks involved in prescribing, supplying and administering medicines. When am I gona come to my good senses? My back hurts because Ive been working since 2 pm. Its 12:36 now. IM NOT A MACHINE MAA OH MAH GAWD GIMME A BREAK. I tend to over do things at times. Be a bit dramatic just to stir things up. It kind of backfires when the other person starts taking me seriously and then I have to continue the dramatic routine because not doing so would make the other person really really angry and hostile. My spider senses telling me spider man is near by and my plan is to get him next and open up a can of pineapples, godammit Dre where is the goddamn beat? yea. Anyway, I dont know how else to put it. This is the only thing Im good at. Writing. More like typing. I can type and make stupid things sound like they make sense and then provide fake references to make it sound more logical and authentic. I say you all are just too goddamn sensitive.

Canada and Dubai are so boring. Just like the Medicine Legislation of 1989. You find me offensive? I find you offensive, shit. This is the same verse I just did. If you put your cold finger tips on a hot hot metal rod, it would hurt really really bad. Your skin will probably get stuck and as you pull, half your flesh will stay on the rod and go tsssssssss. It might smell pretty good. Like thin fried strips of juicy meat.

Id eat that ._.

Trust I seek, and I find in you, none. But none of that matters u___u

To corn, or not to corn.

You know what I do when I'm up alone working?
I read a couple of stupid blogs and feel smart. But its not helping tonight.
Did I mention mum had a cardiac arrest?
Well she did. And it sucked. Ass.
Did I mention my ever so handsome brother managed to hit his face on the corner of a metal bed at the hospital and got dunno how many stitches and now he cant chew?
Also, I have a...um...never mind that.
So yea...my brother has been hiding his face from mum because then she gets all *tears*sniff*choke* and then everything gets all dramatic n shit. But my maid. My sweet sweet maid who just cant stand seeing my brother or my mother sick because she has this hypothetical never ending bond of love and geen-hood with them. So my maid, not knowing when to stop talking, went up to my sick, coughing mother and told her that I better make him some juice because he cant bite or chew or swallow and doing so would make his stitches hurt and might loosen them which will hurt so much more LIKE IM A FUCKING IDIOT FOR TELLING MY MUM THAT HES GONA BE FINE AND HES A FUCKING IDIOT FOR HIDING HIS FACE FROM HER SIMPLy BECAUSE WE DONT WANT TO SEE HER CHOKE ON HER OWN TEARS!
Pagal bitch.
Kia masla hota hai loago ko? Fazul mai ajatey hain apna opinion deney. Oh and thats not all. When I asked her not to speak about his stiches in front of mum she started crying because "shees soooe senseetiive and caant see anyone in paaaaiinnn".
And then I had to poochie her up and fix her rooh afza to make her feel better because shes so close to them since she has been working here for over a whole fucking WEEK now.
Bus yehi fuckpana karai hoon main chaar din se -.-

I hope I loose some weight during the shits. I was kind of not eating. But then I eated tonight!

And like...whatever the fuck is going on with SERVQUAL?
Mutlab...kia masla hai isko?
Kiu fazul ki pagalana equation banadi Kamasutra et al. ne?
Why coudlnt it just be E-P instead of P-E?
Saray answers negaitve mai jarai hain. Ek to negative uper se decimal.
Life can be so complicated at times.
And Im not even getting paid much for this dissertation. Local company ke liye haina. They pay minimum wage. So not worth it. But I kind of told him that I'll get it done so I have to get it done.
You're not interested?
Okay here's something interesting.
Someone I know talked his sister-in-law to get naked in front of him
Sehri hogai hai. Mai to nai rakh rai bhui roza bhook lag jati hai bar bar. Apko kia masla hai its between me and my God stay out of it acha bus chup.
I dint even sleep properly since Sunday. Nobody cares T___T

Also, Rooh Afza FTW!

Because.

Mobile ki screen kharab hogai.
Socha post kardu.

You know how you come up with an idea ?
You know how you feel the need to share the awesomeness?
You know how it gets stolen?
Yea I hate it when that happens.
I came up with something really awesome for the project and said it out loud like Sean Connery and got ignored like Jake Gyllenhaal. Ten minutes later, when my turn came to sign up for the project, my idea was already listed, twice, by the bitches who pretended not to listen to me.
-.-

Also, everyone who is very conveniently attending expensive college/university on the expense of their parents and cant stop complaining about how much they hate making tiny stupid gay ass assignments/presentations must consult my fist regarding the structure of their snobby privileged faces.

Mob Behaviour.

You know what I hate?
Loud fancy charity crap.
Its all over the place.
Charity mela, charity dance party, charity liquor, charity movie night, charity nude show.
An excuse for everyone to party like like theyre fighting a war.

So theres this Self-Righteous Princess of Pretentious Ville that I know. I think we all know one of those. You know the kind of person who just deserves to be in a better place and just knows better than everyone and knows everything thats wrong with the world and how everyone is not doing things right and has standards that just cannot be matched by anyone...especially a paki?
Yeeaaa....Ima punch her one of these days. But shes like a bit athletic so Im afraid she'll punch me back:\
I mean...even when shes having a normal conversation its like shes giving a presidential speech...and she never smiles...shes actually an IBA rejectee...if thats a real word. Must be hard for her to adjust in Bahria...but c'mon...get over it.
Itni annoying lagti haai....Id mimic her for you if I had a cam. I do it so well...makes them laugh every time ^.^
Also, I have a very...diverse sense of humor.
So back to the Princes...well...thats about it. Theres not much to her besides her smugness.
I guess thats all:\

Sufism hermeneutic

In case you're still wondering about the kidnapped girls - they're back.
And they look as awesome [read slutty] as ever. But...Im not gona get personal here.
And in case you're wondering what happened or how did they make it back - I dont know.
No one does. The whole thing was super secret and I think it would be rather impolite of me to go ring their door bell and ask them whatever did their kidnappers do to them. Also I've lost interest in the story. I know I showed a lot of emotions in the last post but they're gone. Been a week. Feelings ka kia hai. Aj hain, kal nai hain.

So here's the deal. I strained my muscle in sleep. It was a little below and around my right shoulder when I woke up. It was bad but bearable. Then I asked my mum to massage a little but I refused to lie down and forced her to massage quickly while I was standing so she did. After five minutes the pain increased and to the whole right side of my body effecting my right lung. It was like I was getting a heart attack in my lung and it was bad. I told my mum so she pressed my back which then made a cracking sound which scared the shit out of my mum and the pain almost killed me. It was so bad that I got dizzy and my eyes kind of rolled back. My mum thought Im getting another seizure. I saw her face and felt bad for making her watch me like this. After fifteen minutes it got just a weeeee bit better so I stood up and told her its alright now. She cried a bit in the corner and was distracted for the whole hour. Everything is back to normal but shes super upset. You know how the air gets when the mommy in the house is sad. But heres the real problem....my back still hurts like shit and Im having trouble breathing and I cant stand straight or lie down. Im only able to sit in this awkward position that Im sitting in at the moment. I dont have the heart to tell her that its still hurting.
Sigh.
Im such a good daughter.
But the pain is nauseating. It hurts when I take a deep breathe and when I sniff or cough. And just so you know, I have flu. So I have to go through a heart attack in my right lung every ten minutes.
But the whole thing made me wonder about parents who lose their children. Life must really suck for them. Also, heart attacks really hurt. I so dont wana die of one. Also, muscle spasm sucks more than epilepsy.