I can't even facebook stalk anymore.

Medicine has destroyed my life.

This hit me hard last night, when I was stalking a popular chick's profile from my facebook last night. What? We all do that. -.-
Anyway, Instead of focusing on how bitchy the girl looked and just seething at how 'chitti' she was, I found myself staring at a certain point on her arm.
The reason? I couldn't remember what muscle had its attachment and insertion at that bone. Frustrated, after wasting almost half an hour staring at her arm, I had to google it.

Also, I start tracing the borders of the scapula every freakin' time I see a naked body. FML.

PS: Cogitated Opine changed her URL. So now you'll have to follow her again.
There. I advertised you. Now you owe me a decent lunch.

What the flirt!?

I googled myself.

No, seriously. I actually did. 

And guess what, I EXIST! :D CYBER-LY atleast.

So there is this website that showed up in the search results which gathers all your data available to the internet. Now the website classifies your data under your photos available to the internet, the phone numbers, email addresses, videos, the links you have been mentioned in and a tag cloud displaying the random searches associated with your name. So I decided to check up on it.

Now this is what I saw in the tag-cloud filed under my name:

And no, I don't think this is funny.

Want to lure a Pakistani into buying something? Advertise with the photo of a woman, preferably a blonde one.

A few days back my mum lost the charger to her Sony Ericsson. Since she had to go somewhere and needed a new one ASAP so she sent the driver to the market with the instructions to buy a new charger. This is what he brought back home.

Find me that genius of a man who came up with this idea. I'm all for marrying you, Sir.

I'm sure all medstudents have such cool drivers.

This happened not so long ago.

Me: 'Kisi bookshop par rokiyee ga gaari. Mujhe aik kitaab khareedni hai.'
Driver: 'Konsi wali bajee? Anatomy ki ya Biokameestri?'


ps: You get a goldstar if you guess what the photo below says.

Tag.

This is in response to a post where I got tagged by brIsh from Perfumed by B. Go visit and don't forget to give my love to Fakeer Jumman Shah, ya' all. 


Ten how’s:
1. How did you get one of your scars? This scar on forehead. I fell from my bed and headbutted a stone-vase when I was 12 or something. Don't ask how.
2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I came home from uni and slept the day away.
3. How are you feeling at this moment? Sleepy. I'm anticipating a power outage in another ten minutes.
4. How did your night go last night? Garmi. Machhar. Loadshedding.
5. How did you do in high school? I was an honor student.
6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? Can't remember.
7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? After a century. =l   
8. How much money did you spend last month? 8-9k.
9. How old do you want to be when you get married? 24/25?
10. How old will you be at your next birthday? 21

Nine what’s:
1. Your mother's name? ...
2. What did you do last weekend? Eat. Sleep. Facebook. Read. Curse.
3. What is the most important part of your life? All of it, I guess.
4. What would you rather be doing? Diving headfirst into some ice-cold ocean. GARMI.
5. What did you last cry over? I don't cry.
6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? I still have not figured this one out.
7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Neck. =s
8. What are you worried about? How long is KFC going to be out of fries.
9. What did you have for breakfast? I don't take breakfast. Never.