What is it about people who call you, and when you cut their call to call back yourself, they “aren’t available”? What is it like you have your SIM installed in a public phone or something? Or is it in Joey’s (F.R.I.E.N.D.S) new apartment’s bathroom phone? I called you literally moments after you did, and now you aren’t there! Makes me feel like you’re poking me via call. (There used to be those legit ajeeb notifs when I first installed Facebook, saying: This person just “poked” you”, and I would actually feel a finger poking my arm” Ajeeb
Anyways .. how are you guys? Yar srdi to hui ni! The past few days it hailed and thundered and I was like yeahhhh now I’ll get to wear more clothes and thus, not feel so skinny. But then today the Sun came riiiiiight up to my window, to say hello! 👀🤦♂️
Today we had visual storytelling class. We watched three short movies. The last one had was a bank-like robbery in a restuarant. (Only bank robbery can continue 10 whole minutes. What the hell were these thieves doing, looting the restuarant or looting and tasting stuff too). Meanwhile a girl was ring-in-cake proposing the guy in the restaurant. They had to give the ring away to the food-loving robbers but the guy managed to kiss the gal and so .. seal bonded or bond sealded or whatever. Mngni Mubarik
As I write, some guys are cursing in the background. Or meri Allah se dua he k inko hidayt de. Agr nhi, to inki maon ko super-sonic chappal ki unlimited supply de. Ameen.
It’s 20 56. I don’t want to go out. But then I do. It’s a ritual now! Anyways, I’m gonna force myself to go the same route and do an evening walk at 09pm. I’ll edit and post this around 10 as usual.
Have a blessed Thursday. Bbye.
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