Cucumber sandwiches. There are only so many you can eat before you start to feel distinctly green on the inside, and I don’t mean a happy grass-green or an opulent emerald-green, I mean green like septic-slime green, or green like mushy vegetation in a swamp…

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Does anyone know what the opposite of nocturnal is? If so, do you know where I can get it? My last few posts have all been posted at roughly 3 am, unfortunate proof that I spend most of my waking hours when everyone is asleep.…

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Let’s see if I got your orders right, Onliner: Chocolate Najm: Kulfi Hijabified: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough 25 Scoops: Strawberry Cheese Cake & Vanilla Brownie Chunk Yasmine: Mint ‘n’ Chip, Brownie & French Vanilla Syrup and Whipped Cream. Hemmie gets her ice-cream in person. 🙂

It’s 3 am again, and I, dear blogistan, have just finished editing: Fifty nine thousand, three hundred and thirty two words (I wrote it out because it looked bigger that way) I had thirteen days to do it and I have finished a day ahead…

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Dear Blogistan It’s 3 am but both halves of my brain are in agreement at the moment: we’re hungry. We are also sad to report that we’ve not only had dinner, but also dessert 1 and dessert 2, as well as a pinch of dessert…

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Thinking the DPR to be dead, I laid it gently to rest on top of the table and left it. A few hours later, out of futile hope, desperation perhaps (I hadn’t yet worked out) I turned the pad on and poked it, and it…

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I, dear Blogistanis, am at an impasse. There are two choices before me, each as unsavoury as the next, neither of which seem to be able to lead to a solution. Choice Number One: Throw my DDR pad away. Choice Number Two: Throw my DDR…

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Several of you have taken me up on my offer to send emails, and out of sheer laziness I will simply type one for the whole lot of ye. Right. And now for something completely different. Dear Blogistan, AssalamuAlaikum I hope this letter finds you…

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Taking a one-day trip up to Mansehra tomorrow. I don’t have an exciting story for it yet, so why don’t you guys make one up? Once upon a time at 5:30 in the morning, Abez set off for Mansehra. The car, coated in its usual…

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Left Brain: Look, it’s 3:15 am. Why are we up again? Right Brain: Up again? I wasn’t sure we had been up before. Left Brain: Me neither. What’s there to eat in this place anyway? RB: Wonton Soup. But they’re not wontons, and it isn’t…

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What, me update? he he The house was fumigated today folks. It smelled. The entire kitchen was dumped out onto the dining table and covered. A man in a mask squirted anything that didn’t move as well as a bunch of things that did move.…

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I’ve decided that if, in the future, anyone makes mention of the Taliban, I’m going to ask which one. Cuz there are two types of Taliban, you know. The first type is Afghan. The second type is French. And when people give me a weird…

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