Illustrating the URL

My biggest pet peeve is the phrase 'pet peeve'.

Other than that something I really quite hate, as does Naveen, are textbooks trying to be funny. Do you know what a textbook is? It's something they force you to read in school. So that you can be educated. And while I love being educated I do not like that fact that these books always try to be so interesting when they're just NOT. Like how Naveen's Biology book says [not word-perfect] "So the water you're drinking has actually been through someone else's body!"
My Business Studies book does that too. And it's really very annoying how the authors add all these exclamation marks at the end of their supposedly funny sentences. I might have actually found something funny if there hadn't been that punctuation mark there telling me that the guy penned the line down just for me to laugh at. That's just trying too hard, babe.
These people just need to know that they're writing a textbook. And seeing little exclamation marks scattered about the page will not make us think "Oh, wow, how interesting! I love this book, let me read another chapter or two!" Obviously it's been a long while since they were our age. They've forgotten how we think.

What I do find funny, however, is the name of the lady who wrote my Business Studies book. Karen Borrington. How appropriate, that book is like my Xanax.

Undercover idiot

I can't believe I never got around to writing about this! You see, last week there was a terrorist attack on the Quaid-e-Azam International Airport, Karachi!
Do let me convey to you this remarkable story of courage, clothing, and astounding cleverness.
So, what happened is, this guy, he decides, Y'know what, I'll bomb the airport! Mindless terrorism is so in vogue these days. Now this person who we're talking about was obviously very gifted with intelligence. Inspired by the Lal Masjid incident he grabs his bombing equipment, whatever that might be, and gets to the airport... disguised in a full burqa! He's like, Well, of course no one will suspect I'm a MAN in a burqa, and then I can just get into the airport without stirring up any suspicion. They probably won't even give me a proper security check because of this attire!
Very smart.
So, he gets into the airport. In his burqa. He goes over to some counter to get his tickets/ check in/ whatever (it wasn't specified in the news, sorry). And at the counter he goes and stands in a line in his burqa. He goes and stands in his burqa, in the men's line. Not the women's. In the men's line, in a burqa.
Needless to say, he was caught, stripped and revealed as being, indeed, a man.
A man, and an idiot.

So what do you learn from this, boys and girls? I'd say the lesson taught by all this is that boys and burqas do not go together. This combination did not work out for the Lal Masjid leader. And it did not work out for this suicide bomber.
This may be a new form of terrorism. Making people laugh themselves to their deaths. Although I did not watch BBC to see how much they were enjoying this novel piece of news. They definitely had a blast with Lal Masjid.

"Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme!" - K.H.

[This is what I did on chand raat. I'm such a sad, sad child.]

RePublican Display of Affection

Call the bomb squad over,
it may explode, my heart.
You are entirely beautiful,
and you also look quite smart.

And when we shake hands
it is I who is Palin'.
Ignore the sound in the background
that's just the Bhutto fans still wailing.

They say I killed my wife
but I'm only guilty of killing her with love.
The kind I can offer to you,
I do possess quite enough.

So don't just clasp my hand,
c'mere into my open arms
Like the Marriott my heart is aflame,
can't you hear the fire alarms?

Oh my anti-feminist, book-banning,
deer-shooting Republican
When I looked into your eyes
I realised you're no ordinary woman

So, you see...

The country is in peril
My love for you is feral
They wish I'd become sterile
Oil prices rises by the barrel.

But love is, after all, blind
Plus, I'm known to have lost my mind
Yet, Pakistan is not too kind
So I'll just kiss American behind.