Catching Fire, is it really?

Finally, after a long long time it is 22^nd November 23, 2013, but, really 23^rd November now because it is 1 30am. The premiere of Catching Fire was at 8 15pm yesterday, in my country. I was unable to go to that.

Today, I went to the 10pm show. Did not know the movie would last two and a half hours. As a result, I reached home at 1am. Getting to the movie was the hard part.

There was a strike in the city today, there were supposed to be riots and everything should have been closed, I was let go from school fifteen minutes earlier for some reason. But then, I had tuitions so I waited till 2pm then went to tuition. My brother picked me from my tuition at four and we went to a mall, got a cookies n cream milkshake. You have no idea how phenomenal that is, my brother never does something like that for anyone. The plan was that my brother would stay with me from four to five thirty when he will drop me at my friend’s place because she would be getting home from her class at five thirty and I had to go to watch the movie with her.

She told me around five that she didn’t go to her class; she was not at home and would be there around seven. Now, this would not have been an issue but my brother’s exams are starting from Monday and he needed to study.

Surprisingly, he took me to this place I had never been to, and frankly, I am already in love with that place. It is like a library except better. You just do whatever you want, mostly people study (there are tables and chairs) despite the music albeit soft in the background, you get free wifi, you order sandwiches and drinks, or just read. My brother studied and I read. It was fun. I had a warm brownie with vanilla ice cream, a kiwi crush and a chicken pizza (it was really tiny)!

I reached my friend’s place and we left for the cinema at 9 30pm. We reached and got into the cinema right in the beginning, during the opening part.

Coming up, Catching Fire Movie Review:

First of all, I love this director (Francis Lawrence?), I don’t mean disrespect to the last one but the books weren’t all that great to begin with and the first movie was just really bad.

It did not deviate from the book. Sam Claflin and Jena Malone were absolutely amazing. Prim was really bad, I do not know the actress but maybe it is because of her youth or her inexperience but she was very monotonous. Katniss’s mother was shown all of three times and did not really say anything except when treating Gale.

I suppose I did not like most of it was because it was actually so much like the book and Katniss is so annoying that it gets to me. She breaks down all the damn time when you’re just like doesn’t everybody say you’re a strong female protagonist, yet you cry every time you are unable to deal with a situation properly, how is that right? What can I say, I am not part of The Hunger Games bandwagon and I am not ashamed to admit it.

I think I’ll go to sleep now.

Bye now.

Make wise decisions.

I don't know, philosophical rant, switching topics, that kind of thing

I guess we all want to get good grades and get into an Ivy League but I think we're aiming too high. We expect too much of ourselves. And in a way it's good to aim high but you also have to be prepared for losses and not reaching your goal.

Yes, I am one of those people who just wants good grades and be accepted to an Ivy League. And I realize that I am expecting too much of myself. But if I don't, I won't work hard, not that I do now.
On Wednesday I had a PTM. It was interesting, all the teachers said I am so quiet, which is laughable really. And my parents told each and every teacher (and they met all of them except literature and history) that I have skipped grade nine. Some we're surprised, some were impressed, some didn't really care. But the thing I noticed was that every teacher was expecting better grades from me. Except the language teacher, she said 20 on 25 was great and seeing that I had skipped grade nine, kudos to me.

I hate expectations, they're so annoying. The teachers don't even know me, but I suppose I should be glad that they expected better from me because that means that they think I'm smart or something.

I don't know what to post here anymore. I got a new phone so the application is in my phone, and I should post more but I don't. It's a Sony Z, by the way. It's waterproof, and I love it.

New school

Yesterday I went to school, the school I have left. It was my brother's O-Levels final result and I went with him, Mother and Father to get it.
I met all my friends and I had a great time with a friend. We are a pair of idiots and we goof off a lot.

We were riding on a small gate going "Wheeeee!" It was so fun. We are the weirdest people you will ever meet, we talk about random shit and laugh like maniacs but I like doing that and I don't feel stupid.

My new school starts from Monday 19th August. In a way I can't wait to see what it will be like but I am also very apprehensive, everybody will be so different from me and I seriously doubt they will be very accepting of me.

Tomorrow is the orientation and I hope that I interact with some people and we become sort of friends, kind of like acquaintances so on Monday I am not so totally lost.

But my mother met this one girl who lives nearby and she is also starting school this year in the same class so that will make the new school better for the both of us. I think.

That is all for now. I have to go get ready and pee.

I hope I am more active from now on.

Tomorrow is orientation. I think I already said that.

My mother and anger issues

I am going to say something here, something I probably should not say. I hate my mother. And though, I am sure that people have said that time and time again. I am telling you I truly, honestly hate my mother.

Why is it her problem if I go to sleep late at night. My brother is not even home. It is 12 45am and he will be back at 2, that too he said maybe. Why am I the subject of all her torture? It is not my damn fault that I am the youngest or the only girl. The fact is I hate being a girl. I loathe it. And I am pretty sure I have never said that on the internet but it is true. I hate being one. And I know I should be thankful for being one but I am not.

I do not want to get married before I hit 20 and have a child in university, I do not want to be a typical early married Pakistani girl. Why don’t people understand I don’t want to get married?!

I was feeling so happy a while back, when I was sitting watching series 5 episode 2 of Doctor Who and who annoys the shit out of me? Well, my mother; of course.

Comes and says, “Come upstairs and go to sleep.” I tell her “Not now.” And you know what she says? She says “What is wrong with you, you say that for everything, come 'now.'” And I wanted to shake her or something; every single damn day she makes me do the most minute shitty things every other second. “Go get a spoon.” “Go close the curtain.” “Turn off the light of my bathroom.” “Lock the door.” “Close the window.” “Put this on the table.” “Go downstairs do that.” “Go upstairs do that.”

Now maybe that does not sound annoying but when you have just sat down after doing something and picked up where you left off in whatever you were doing and someone tells you to do something else you want to slap the person across the face. Since she is my mother I cannot do that.

But I cannot wait to get away. I want to get a scholarship abroad and then not come back. And if God wills that will happen, but I so dearly hope it does. I am going to stab myself someday if this continues.

I am sure that some people might see this as being melodramatic or over-reacting but I cannot take it anymore. 

I can’t.

I am sure I will regret posting this; but what can I say? I am really angry. If you saw me right now (I am calmly sitting and typing on my laptop) you would not be able to figure out I am mad.

I think I will go sleep now, what's the point in finishing watching the episode, she ruined my happy mood. And she can probably come out of her room any second and be like what are you doing, why are you not asleep, what are you doing? She does not trust me, you see; hence the "What are you doing?"s.

Something Funny, Something Random

25^th July 2013 4:55 am

Right now, something funny happened. A few minutes earlier I went out of my room to tell my mother I was going to sleep and I see my father half-running across the lounge. Naturally, I ask him what was wrong since my father does not freak out unnecessarily.

He could not find his wallet. I started looking for it too. Basically in all the places father was checking around the third time because under pressure he tends to not see what is right in front of him. Mother comes upstairs, after having looked for it downstairs.

Father recounts when he last used his wallet. Then, Mother and Father go downstairs and they talk to Grandmother about something or the other, probably recounting the events after Father last used his wallet. Meanwhile I am upstairs, still looking in places Father has already triple-checked. I go into the washroom, look through the clothes he had changed into after office, nada. Look through one front and one back pocket of the pant Father wore to office the previous day, nil. Look through the other back pocket, the pant is hanging on the hook from that pocket, I pull it away and shove my hand in, bingo!

I go to the staircase and yell “I found it!” and Mother and Father are all like “From where?” “The pant Father wore to office, the pant he was wearing when he last took money out of his wallet.”

Father is very surprised and keeps saying he checked the pant three times and Mother says she checked it too and very thoroughly at that. And that is shocking, because you would not expect my Mother to miss something right in front of her; Father on the other hand, not so much.

He freaks out over the fact that he cannot find his phone just five minutes after handing it to me himself after I asked for it. That’s just how he is.

Oh well, it was just really funny and I thought I’d type it while it is still fresh in my mind.

It's been a seriously long time!

Okay, here goes. 

My last post was on 29th October 2012. That was a while back. No kidding. I don't know why I am so inactive. So much has happened in such little time.

I live in Karachi in Pakistan if you do not know that already. So, in the session of 2012-2013 I was in Class VIII (8) and I applied for the best school there is in Karachi known as KGS (Karachi Grammar School) just to see whether or not I would get in and Surprise, surpirse! I got in. Well, my father paid the fees and everything and as of August 2013 I shall be a Grammarian. But the tough part is that I will be joining KGS as a Class X (10) student. Which means, no Class IX (9) for me! Which also means I am covering my Class IX syllabus in my summer vacations which is sort of sad really, to be perfectly honest.

I have written the following on "Inspiration." It would mean the world to me if you would read it and tell me what you think. Helpful criticism is encouraged but being rude is strongly discouraged. (: Thank you!

Inspiration. Where does it come from? In the form of people: friends, family; objects: art, literature, music; words, said by someone you know or someone you haven’t even heard of?

It comes in all forms. It can come from anywhere. So, the question is how do you know where it will come from? Simple answer: you do not. You will never know that at this moment or after a certain event I will be inspired, so I should keep my eyes peeled.

If it was that easy, wouldn’t everybody be inspired. Wouldn’t everybody be making history in newer and different ways than ever before imagined? And that would be wonderful for the people actually making history, but with everyone being remarkable there will be no more room left for being exceptional.

If everyone is the best then no one is the best, they are all equal and the best will become the average. Everybody does have the potential for becoming the best but that does not mean that everyone will.

For some, inspiration will strike sooner than they know, for some their lives will end without them having been inspired, without them doing something, something they are recognised for, something they are acknowledged for, something due to which the world knows their name.

Inspiration – if you don’t know what it is – you would not understand how and why it is coveted. And that is okay, maybe it is in your best interests, but if you didn’t feel it, you’ve missed out.

Moving on, how does one know that they are inspired? That’s easy, you just will. Sometimes, it is not required for someone to come up and tell you something, one reaches the point of realization all on their own. And that will be the case, if you have indeed been inspired. You will not need a neon sign hanging out your window to feel it, you just will.

Now, inspiration is kind of weird. I have read in an interview of J. K. Rowling – the legendary author of the Harry Potter series, the first person to ever become a billionaire from writing novels – that she thought of Harry Potter’s story on a long train ride and by the time she got off the train the entire plot was in her head, like someone had just put it there, fully formed. Stephanie Meyer – author of The Twilight Saga – got the idea of Twilight in a dream; but as Rowling has said, through Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore obviously, that “It does not do good to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” Anyway, that is an argument for some other day. The point is that one person was inspired on a train and the other in a dream and though they both have sold their books across oceans, become infinitely famous, had so much success – different as they and their novels are – their inspiration came from two such wholly different places that it is shocking to say the least. 

That is all I could come up with, please leave you thoughts in the comments below.

Thanks a million!