The Twin Theory

[Get in my TARDIS with me, as we will now time travel to the 25th of Feb, when this post was first written, and then back to the present, where it was finished.]

There’s some weird saying type thingie that I’ve heard loads of people say- that everyone has an evil twin somewhere.

Now, that might be probable with how many people there are alive on the planet right now. It needn’t even be someone alive- one of the twins could’ve died a long time ago.

Regardless, I’m not saying I believe that saying (I don’t), but there is a theory on twins that I believe and came up with.

In Isloo, everyone has a twin. And the twins? They all live in Isloo too! Which is what makes Isloo so damn awesome.

Although they aren’t twins a hundred percent. There will be at least ONE thing that the original twin you know would never do or wear or have. Like, I saw a Sir Haroon Twin today. He had a bushy beard like Ted Mosby’s hair when he was at uni.

Kind of like in himym, where there were the dopplegangers that looked like the rest of the gang members, but were different in at least one huge way.

I also saw Sir Usman (the economics sir?) Twin riding a rad motorbike. On my way to school. I thought it WAS him.

But some are just too twiny. Ayesha’s met Sullie/Sana’s, I’ve met Ayesha’s and so many others too.

It’s the best kind of pick-me-up. Seeing someone you know do something they NEVER would. Yet, it isn’t them, it’s their twin. Dun dun duuuun.

I once say Sir Haroon (the “guidance” counselor dude, plus the English Language teacher.)’s twin too. He had a BEARD that reminded me of Santa’s. Not AS long, but, maaan, was it bushy. And poofy. It spread all around his face, neck and even some of his shirt. I wasn’t sure what colored shirt he even had on (jacket covered the sleeves, and the front was obscured by the beard.).

So yeah- everyone living in this here city has a twin- that also lives in the same city. And that’s what makes life so much fun here.

I hope I meet my Twin before I move =)

[Small thing on my Twin- I have two “twinys”. Once is Maham Cheema’s younger sister, Eman, who shares the same birthday with me. Believe me, this has been torture through out our childhoods. We really hated each other =P And then there’s Faiz who once said his birthday is also on the same date as mine. Yay?]

So that’s the Twin Theory. Limited to this city only. Otherwise, can you imagine the amount of twins? Gosh, and that too is excluding actual twins by birth…yowzah, that’s a looot of twins…

If only the Hitachin twins were there too =Y





My Neighbors building Frankenstein

Now before i get drilled like ‘oi, your last post said youre on prep leave for your exams, so wtf you doin here again?’ i just saw something that might be nothing or just everything- not likely- or Frankenstein’s birth.

Ive made it a habbit to walk on the chut- the roof top- daily at around 7.30 pm cuz otherwise its too hot in the daylight hours. and it givews me something to do thats healthy when the lights are out cuz that one lone lightbulb in my room thats on the UPS fused and now needs to be replaced. until then, my rooms dark and i just cant study anywhere else. sooo i go up to the rooftop and walk in the wind =)

So today, since the lights are out, i find it verrryyyy suspicious that this one house, a street behind mine, diagnally across, has these sparks, short bursts of light every now and then, as if their- welding. but ive had welding done at my house before to put up this grill and its extreemeelyyyy loud. you can hear it up to atleast a 3 house radius. yet, their thing wasnt making any noise.

so what are my mysterious neighbors upto? what are the building, blowing up silently, constructing?


the day before the day before the day before THAT, it was all stormy and there was loaaadsss of lightning. i was up there late at night on a im-bored-got-nothing-else-to-do-with-my-life stroll and saw it all first hand. so they must have been building Frankenstein, and gave it life then. duh.

And now theyre just makings some last adjustments. yep yep.

so thats new.

ive got mysteriously mad scientist neighbors whove created life. and thus, resulted in my neighbor being Frankenstein. so yeaaah.

what can i say, theres never a dull moment in my life =P

and these are the findings and conclusions drawn by myself and i DO work with sherlock, afterall. im  such a cool Wattson, i know B)

later, homies!

Infinite Knowledge and Doughnut Essays

Last night i had a dream. =O its weird, just unusual, and not like its one of my  dreams…its just different, and relatively normal.

Now, the setting. it was my room. well, not exactly. it was the exact shape of my room, but it wasnt lilac, it was white. and none of my furniture was in that room (major things, like the bed, my sofa-chair, my closet, my desk, my bookshelves). but my things, my stuff was set all around the rooms edges. my candles were on the ledge, my artsy designs were on the walls, my decorations were up, my cards collage behind the door was still there, but only my bulletin board wasnt there.

then we come to the chairs. there were chairs all over my room, they were the only furniture in there, and they were, randomly, the chairs from my tution/cram school =/ but yeah. and theres this one that was where my radiator/heater would be, facing my jangling colorful square beads curtain. all the others were facing out the window (except there was no window), in rows and columns.

My least favorite light was on. the white one thats right above my bed and on the UPS. (my fav are the two  flower spotlights that are connected together, and give off a candle lit light that i adore. its just so medieval and pretty =) )

Now, Sir Tariq (my English Lang teacher) is sitting on that lone seat. and on all others, there are a bunch of teenagers there, including me. there are people from different schools, mostly mine, people from my tution, loads of assorted people. and theyre talking with each other. then some Sir Tariq gets up, starts reading us out some essay, but is interrupted by like two or three late students (late to what, i have no idea =/ ) He gets angry, starts to lecture them, and then, for some reason, shahzada aman comes in, all shy and six feet three (he is most definately taller than that, id say atleast 6 4.) Sir sees aman, and immediately insists that HE read out the essay, since he wrote it or since the sir had a sore throat, or something like that. anyways, before he hands aman the notebook, he tells us this strange metaphor. but since i cant phrase it properly, that metaphor shall be converted to a simile (but i know that it was initially a metaphor). that half an essay is  like a doughnut. and from that, he started drawing on this white board that appeared from no where, discreetly, behind him, where my bulletin board ought to be. its this weird, two doughnuts next to each other, touching, and theyre crudely drawn, and not good circles at all. he was telling us that where the doughnuts meet, is the half point of our essay. baffled now as i think back on it, yet dream-me had no issues with this knowledge, and was gracefully noting it down and adding descriptions, points, and explanations to her notes.

Then, as soon as Sir Tariq was explaining all of this, loads of students start streaming in, late, chatting, making noise. before, the chairs were filled with only one-third of their true potential (as in, true seating capacity =P ) and now theyre like all full. and i lost sight of Sir Tariq after that, and everyone was seated, then this new teacher appeared.

im not sure whether she was short or tall. she was sitting on the seat Sir-Doughnut-metaphor was using before her. she had her legs crossed. and she flashed resemblence between two people (one a fictional character, the shrink from Pretty Little Liars season 2 episode either 1 or 2. not sure. the other a classmate at my tution, my friend Usra) yet looked completely different and someone id never seen before.

she smiled at us, then at me (yeah, i hate it when teachers zero in on you). she whispered something, and strangely, i heard her and was the only one to. all the other kids were still talking, still gossiping, still chatting. i was sleepy (yeah, sleepy in a dream, ironic i know =P ) and was resting my head on the seat infront of me while training my eyes on her. and yet, despite all that noise, i still heard her whisper. she promised, she tried to bribe us with ‘infinite knowledge’. and that got my attention, plus i was already creeped out and freaked out from the whole i heard her whisper episode.

and then, like a traveling breeze, she disappeared. with the whole whooshing sound and everything, i think she even left a pattha/leaf behind. Leaving behind only her whispered promise…and the leaf. She was gone with the wind. (hahaha, i made a pun =P im so proud of myself. ususally my puns suck, are stupid, dont make sense…but yay =) )

so yeaaaaah. my dreeaaam. =P strange, weird, insane, stupid, random, knowledgeable, etc? ikr?! =) okaaaaay. im done.

gonna go watch some more PLL now, its daylight hours afterall ^_^

‘That Typo Bus?’ Fail and Biased Internet

Urgh, stupid internet.  i typed out the entire post, and i think i did an excellent narration of what had happened too and now cuz of one stupid stupid copy paste error (i copied something after i copied that, since im just psychic enough to know that my internet would let me down) combined with my blahhy stupid biased internet, its all lost.

so now, maybe not, i shall try to retype that out. i hate retyping, by the way. hate it. its worse than repeating myself. and ive lost the flow of my words, expressionism, everything. it sucks. its literally like asking da vinci to paint another mona lisa, if the dude was still a live. and demanding it to be an exact replica of the first.

now im too angry to type it out all over again. and i personally found it peculiar, funny (not really), ironic, and random.

huuuuuuuffffff. and now i just dont wanna type. and thus i wont.

‘i would if i could, but i cant so i shant.’ -Sheldon. completely justified. and his own logic.

‘im not in the mood, but if i were, i would.‘ -Dr. Grey I. Wattson. that is, me. right here, right now, that is my logic, for now, and forever.

sorry, ill post it tmrw them!

ps, for most of those who dont (and wont until tmrw) get it, the post was supposed to be called ‘That Typo Bus?’ and thus, this is ‘That Typo Bus?’ ‘s fail. so legit, and creative, i know =/ =P