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I used to wear one myself at a time when my hairstyle was inspired by Rahul Roy from the movie Ashiqui. The hairstyle can basically be described as a small bob-cut. Since my hair are not naturally straight and silky like Rahul Roy but more wavy and on the dry side, they used to fluff up making me look like the unfortunate cartoon character on receiving an electric shock. To tame the hair down I used to liberally apply Brylcreem during the summers but during winters the pakol would come in very handy. You must know this balochi actor Ayub Khoso, used to be a real stud back then. I think I got the pakol idea from seeing him wear the cap on his thick bushy and curly mane.

I've resorted to wearing assorted headgear to achieve that dry-yet-slick look. I had that bob 'do as well: very long at the top, coming well down to the nape of the neck, yet trimmed at the neck line, so the hair on the top actually cascades down over the trimmed part. I think I had the same 'do for years.

Ayub Khosa still has quite the head of hair. He used to wear it really long too, I'm not sure if he still does. He used to do this travel show where he got to travel all around Pakistan, especially the West, and sample all sorts of grilled meats.
 
A pet love post: I love the smell of Dettol. Used the soap after such a long time.
 
Well, tearing stuff and literal translations lead to hilarity by definition. Back in May, 1998, when we "settled scores" with India (in the words of our esteemed PM) by detonating the nukes, one of his MNAs declared before the entire press corps at the National Assembly that Pakistan had "tore its bum." Of course he meant Pakistan had exploded its bomb. But since he was translating literally from Urdu/Punjabi, and since in Urdu/Punjabi a bomb is a bum and exploding is literally tearing, he said what he did. Of course India had also torn its bum earlier in the month, so it was okay.

Then there's the common mistake we've all made mispronouncing the word for booklet. In Urdu it's kitaabcha, but the way it is written, it is a perfectly innocent mistake to read it as kutta baccha.

Like that famous Ghulam Ishaq Khan quote "Sadar sab ka tayara hawa main phat gaya" featured in Junoon's Talaash.
 
I've resorted to wearing assorted headgear to achieve that dry-yet-slick look. I had that bob 'do as well: very long at the top, coming well down to the nape of the neck, yet trimmed at the neck line, so the hair on the top actually cascades down over the trimmed part. I think I had the same 'do for years.

Ayub Khosa still has quite the head of hair. He used to wear it really long too, I'm not sure if he still does. He used to do this travel show where he got to travel all around Pakistan, especially the West, and sample all sorts of grilled meats.

The image of Ayub Khosa with his burly hunky macho Sardar persona ripping into grilled meat at various joints around Pakistan makes me want to watch this show so bad. Don't know why. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Is it available on YouTube. What was it called?
 
A pet love post: I love the smell of Dettol. Used the soap after such a long time.

Thanks for reminding me of that smell. Next time I go to the desi store I'll buy one too. Love that musky, phenol like sterilizing smell. Makes me feel clean.
 
Like that famous Ghulam Ishaq Khan quote "Sadar sab ka tayara hawa main phat gaya" featured in Junoon's Talaash.

I think the GIK's exact words were different, something involving our "mehboob saddar." Cringeworthy choice of words.

I remember firecrackers and celebratory aerial firing going off right after that. Good times.
 
The image of Ayub Khosa with his burly hunky macho Sardar persona ripping into grilled meat at various joints around Pakistan makes me want to watch this show so bad. Don't know why. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Is it available on YouTube. What was it called?

I looked. It doesn't look like its online. I think the show was "Travel Guide of Pakistan," which was originally hosted by Rehan Sheikh, before he was replaced. Rehan Sheikh's episodes are online, but none by Ayub Khosa.

Speaking of Rehan Sheikh, the guy has really let himself go. These days he's the girl's father in Sadqay Tumharay. It is shocking how fat he has become, and I'm confident he didn't put on the weight just for the role. He used to be a good-looking young man no more than ten years ago.
 
A pet love post: I love the smell of Dettol. Used the soap after such a long time.

Thanks for reminding me of that smell. Next time I go to the desi store I'll buy one too. Love that musky, phenol like sterilizing smell. Makes me feel clean.

It always reminded me of hospital wards. To feel really fresh, try bathing with Safeguard Lemon.

Interestingly enough, this is the second time this has come up in a month. We were talking about it in that discussion about the miserly classmate of mine whose family used to create bars of soap out of leftover slivers of soap.
 
Switched on the TV to watch the match, and it is showing the teams lined together ready to sing their national anthems. Immediately switched the channel. Nothing as vulgar and obscene as a national anthem. Makes me puke.
 
Oh my God. I need to let this out.

Cheap, lafantar, desperate desi guys.

I may have mentioned elsewhere that I was chairing an international Model United Nations. Had students from Indonesia, China, elsewhere as well. Quite a success, really. But there was this one guy from Pakistan (a US student) and my dear God, he was the cheapest person I have ever, ever had the misfortune of coming across :facepalm:

I could tell from his accent - that definitive, pathetic attempt to fake an accent, while not being able to string more than 3 words together in a coherent sentence - that he wasn't very educated. I still let that slide by.

That guy sized me and my fellow Lahori student as if we were pieces of meat. All this, whilst we were dressed in formal suits, head to toe. The first thing he said to me (and that, when I was taking informal questions on committee procedure) was - 'I read about you in the background guide - Do you live alone? All alone? Or is your family here?'

What the hell?! :80:

Over the course of two days, I proceeded to be the receiver of his gandi nazrein for these past few days - but today I found out he had been trying his hand in asking out/flirting with other females in the committee - of course, in the grossest, crudest manner possible..

Absolutely disgusting..
 
Switched on the TV to watch the match, and it is showing the teams lined together ready to sing their national anthems. Immediately switched the channel. Nothing as vulgar and obscene as a national anthem. Makes me puke.

Understandable since its written by a bengali ;)
 
Oh my God. I need to let this out.

Cheap, lafantar, desperate desi guys.

I may have mentioned elsewhere that I was chairing an international Model United Nations. Had students from Indonesia, China, elsewhere as well. Quite a success, really. But there was this one guy from Pakistan (a US student) and my dear God, he was the cheapest person I have ever, ever had the misfortune of coming across :facepalm:

I could tell from his accent - that definitive, pathetic attempt to fake an accent, while not being able to string more than 3 words together in a coherent sentence - that he wasn't very educated. I still let that slide by.

That guy sized me and my fellow Lahori student as if we were pieces of meat. All this, whilst we were dressed in formal suits, head to toe. The first thing he said to me (and that, when I was taking informal questions on committee procedure) was - 'I read about you in the background guide - Do you live alone? All alone? Or is your family here?'

What the hell?! :80:

Over the course of two days, I proceeded to be the receiver of his gandi nazrein for these past few days - but today I found out he had been trying his hand in asking out/flirting with other females in the committee - of course, in the grossest, crudest manner possible..

Absolutely disgusting..

To be fair, it is a rare sight to see a group of females all wearing suits on their heads.
 
I could tell from his accent - that definitive, pathetic attempt to fake an accent, while not being able to string more than 3 words together in a coherent sentence - that he wasn't very educated. I still let that slide by.

Of course, not defending this guy's crude attempts, but how do you know he is not every educated by his accent? Not being a fluent speaker of English means one is not very educated?
 
Oh my God. I need to let this out.

Cheap, lafantar, desperate desi guys.

I may have mentioned elsewhere that I was chairing an international Model United Nations. Had students from Indonesia, China, elsewhere as well. Quite a success, really. But there was this one guy from Pakistan (a US student) and my dear God, he was the cheapest person I have ever, ever had the misfortune of coming across :facepalm:

I could tell from his accent - that definitive, pathetic attempt to fake an accent, while not being able to string more than 3 words together in a coherent sentence - that he wasn't very educated. I still let that slide by.

That guy sized me and my fellow Lahori student as if we were pieces of meat. All this, whilst we were dressed in formal suits, head to toe. The first thing he said to me (and that, when I was taking informal questions on committee procedure) was - 'I read about you in the background guide - Do you live alone? All alone? Or is your family here?'

What the hell?! :80:

Over the course of two days, I proceeded to be the receiver of his gandi nazrein for these past few days - but today I found out he had been trying his hand in asking out/flirting with other females in the committee - of course, in the grossest, crudest manner possible..

Absolutely disgusting..

I wouldn't be surprised if our diplomats behave the same way at the real UN. Heck, Shortcut Aziz, erstwhile PM, even tried to seduce Condoleeza Rice. In a meeting.
 
I wouldn't be surprised if our diplomats behave the same way at the real UN. Heck, Shortcut Aziz, erstwhile PM, even tried to seduce Condoleeza Rice. In a meeting.

theres this fantastic story of the same PM taking Angelina Jolie to the gardens of PM house and focing her to have a walk with him whereas the purpose of her visit was to do work the 2005 earthquake refugees and visit the affected sites
 
theres this fantastic story of the same PM taking Angelina Jolie to the gardens of PM house and focing her to have a walk with him whereas the purpose of her visit was to do work the 2005 earthquake refugees and visit the affected sites

He's also said to have rigged a hole-in-one at the Islamabad golf course. He pretended to have hit over the tree-line, straight to the green, a shot that appeared to defy the laws of physics in its trajectory. He had someone on the green to place the ball in the hole. He was a real go-getter, that guy.
 
theres this fantastic story of the same PM taking Angelina Jolie to the gardens of PM house and focing her to have a walk with him whereas the purpose of her visit was to do work the 2005 earthquake refugees and visit the affected sites

Joe Biden is the boss in these matters.

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Oh my God. I need to let this out.

Cheap, lafantar, desperate desi guys.

I may have mentioned elsewhere that I was chairing an international Model United Nations. Had students from Indonesia, China, elsewhere as well. Quite a success, really. But there was this one guy from Pakistan (a US student) and my dear God, he was the cheapest person I have ever, ever had the misfortune of coming across :facepalm:

I could tell from his accent - that definitive, pathetic attempt to fake an accent, while not being able to string more than 3 words together in a coherent sentence - that he wasn't very educated. I still let that slide by.

That guy sized me and my fellow Lahori student as if we were pieces of meat. All this, whilst we were dressed in formal suits, head to toe. The first thing he said to me (and that, when I was taking informal questions on committee procedure) was - 'I read about you in the background guide - Do you live alone? All alone? Or is your family here?'

What the hell?! :80:

Over the course of two days, I proceeded to be the receiver of his gandi nazrein for these past few days - but today I found out he had been trying his hand in asking out/flirting with other females in the committee - of course, in the grossest, crudest manner possible..

Absolutely disgusting..

Lol. Can you share some more lines he dished out?
 
To be fair, it is a rare sight to see a group of females all wearing suits on their heads.

Laam wow laam. I'm in stitches :L

Of course, not defending this guy's crude attempts, but how do you know he is not every educated by his accent? Not being a fluent speaker of English means one is not very educated?

He had spoken a few times as a delegate. Wasn't doing that well, hadn't done his homework, and was absolutely clueless as to how what to do. Of course, his crude attempts solidified that impression (which came fairly early on).

I wouldn't be surprised if our diplomats behave the same way at the real UN. Heck, Shortcut Aziz, erstwhile PM, even tried to seduce Condoleeza Rice. In a meeting.

That they did. Not defending their actions, but at least they weren't crude and desperate as hell about it.

Lol. Can you share some more lines he dished out?

Sent a note to the delegate representing Canada (a white girl) in the 8am session - "What do you feel about morning kisses?" Accompanied by a pair of hershey's chocolate kisses :80:

That girl was positively creeped out. Heard it from her directly.
 
Laam wow laam. I'm in stitches :L



He had spoken a few times as a delegate. Wasn't doing that well, hadn't done his homework, and was absolutely clueless as to how what to do. Of course, his crude attempts solidified that impression (which came fairly early on).



That they did. Not defending their actions, but at least they weren't crude and desperate as hell about it.



Sent a note to the delegate representing Canada (a white girl) in the 8am session - "What do you feel about morning kisses?" Accompanied by a pair of hershey's chocolate kisses :80:

That girl was positively creeped out. Heard it from her directly.

:))

This dude is a legend.
 
Pet hate: razor nicks on the lips. The bleeding doesn't stop for hours.

Just the other day I was shaving and texting at the same time, and accidentally nicked my upper lip, right below the philtrum. Ouch.
 
Pet hate: razor nicks on the lips. The bleeding doesn't stop for hours.

Just the other day I was shaving and texting at the same time, and accidentally nicked my upper lip, right below the philtrum. Ouch.

Apply lip balm.

Not a Zubaida aapa tokta; personal experience and works like a charm.
 
Pet hate: razor nicks on the lips. The bleeding doesn't stop for hours.

Just the other day I was shaving and texting at the same time, and accidentally nicked my upper lip, right below the philtrum. Ouch.

That must've hurt. Shaving and texting (concurrently) is playing with fire, my friend.
 
That must've hurt. Shaving and texting (concurrently) is playing with fire, my friend.

Well, it was at a red light, and traffic was stalled, so I thought why not kill two birds with one stone now that I have some time.
 
I personally don't trust bees. Devious little creatures that came up with this farcical substance that is supposed to be good for everything but has hardly any practical benefits.

Haven't seen anyone get what they want by utilizing the so-called benefits of honey; seems like a mega natural hoax to me.
 
I personally don't trust bees. Devious little creatures that came up with this farcical substance that is supposed to be good for everything but has hardly any practical benefits.

Haven't seen anyone get what they want by utilizing the so-called benefits of honey; seems like a mega natural hoax to me.

So after hating people sporting beehives, you hate bees as well?
Honey is good for stopping bleeding, and for dry cough. At least bees provide cross pollination, but what do mosquitoes provide? I don't know why Intelligent Design would create mosquitoes.
 
The identity crisis Pakistanis living in the Gulf countries go through.
 
Honestly, I don't understand the furor over free chocolate.

You would understand the furor if you ever get cheated out of free chocolate.

This one time, at band camp, sorry, not at band camp, but at a store, I was paying for what I had bought. There was a sign at the checkout counter that said "If I don't ask you if you would like to open a store credit card, you get a free candy bar." I waited on tenterhooks, but the girl never asked me. Exulting inwardly, I asked her for the promised candy bar.

If looks could kill, I would've died several excruciatingly painful deaths. Eventually she mumbled something about fetching it from the back. She never returned.

I looked around, but none of the rest of the staff looked friendly enough to approach. Reluctantly, I left.
 
Speaking of honey, don't like these love words for your wife/husband.
 
Speaking of honey, don't like these love words for your wife/husband.

That reminds me. I just hate hate hate it when grown men refer to each other as "dear." It is a very common term of endearment on social media amongst our compatriots.
 
Dear

Dude

Bro

Man

Please don't use these words when it concerns me.
 
Another major pet hate:

People who would go to the bathroom for like 2 mins and would leave the place as it was hit by Noah's flood.
 
but what do mosquitoes provide? I don't know why Intelligent Design would create mosquitoes.

So people can pretend to me eunuchs whilst killing mosquitos with that clapping action. There's even an old Nana Patekar song on it.

There's an old Punjabi tale about a Chaudhry who led his villagers on a war against mosquitos. It was a tense battle. In the heat of the battle, one of the adversary landed on the Chaudhry's forehead. The village's ace warrior spots the opportunity, and brings his gandaasa down hard on the mosquito, killing it instantly. The Chaudhry was collateral damage. Later they declare the war a stalemate: one casualty on each side.
 
[MENTION=14431]blinding light[/MENTION]

Jokes aside, I don't know yaar it so weird and complicated. Our Mums agreed terms and no one else knows, not even our Dads. Our Grandmas probably, but not sure.

My Mum told me to text her a few weeks back just to get it going and her Mum did the same. We have exchanged a few cold conversations which have been supremely awkward.

I didn't know if I was supposed to do something romantic on 14th February so I simply ignored her that day - not as if she took some initiative. She didn't do anything either.

The night before the Pakistan India match, I told her not to text me tomorrow till 3 pm . . . she said okay, but I felt as if she was annoyed.

Since then, she has been the same - icy and not responsive . . . I'm not taking any initiative either because I don't know where to begin. I haven't even asked her about the text I sent her last summer.

I don't know what's wrong with her or with me. Perhaps we don't want this and are being forced, or maybe both of us are very shy and want our other half to provide some spark.

She doesn't enjoy my philosophies interesting, nor do I show any interest in interests. If this is how its going to start, then there is no hope for the future. How are we going to spend our lives together? Maybe I'm just being usual self, but I don't know.

So far, seems like an anticlimax.
 
You would understand the furor if you ever get cheated out of free chocolate.

This one time, at band camp, sorry, not at band camp, but at a store, I was paying for what I had bought. There was a sign at the checkout counter that said "If I don't ask you if you would like to open a store credit card, you get a free candy bar." I waited on tenterhooks, but the girl never asked me. Exulting inwardly, I asked her for the promised candy bar.

If looks could kill, I would've died several excruciatingly painful deaths. Eventually she mumbled something about fetching it from the back. She never returned.

I looked around, but none of the rest of the staff looked friendly enough to approach. Reluctantly, I left.

Shocking and reprehensible. Here we have man who was forcibly denied the very thing he desired most in life, his hopes crushed by thoughtless negligence and malice.....and some posters still have the nerve to sulk about trifles like future wives or aroused teenagers at some meaningless UN conference.
 
[MENTION=14431]blinding light[/MENTION]

Jokes aside, I don't know yaar it so weird and complicated. Our Mums agreed terms and no one else knows, not even our Dads. Our Grandmas probably, but not sure.

My Mum told me to text her a few weeks back just to get it going and her Mum did the same. We have exchanged a few cold conversations which have been supremely awkward.

I didn't know if I was supposed to do something romantic on 14th February so I simply ignored her that day - not as if she took some initiative. She didn't do anything either.

The night before the Pakistan India match, I told her not to text me tomorrow till 3 pm . . . she said okay, but I felt as if she was annoyed.

Since then, she has been the same - icy and not responsive . . . I'm not taking any initiative either because I don't know where to begin. I haven't even asked her about the text I sent her last summer.

I don't know what's wrong with her or with me. Perhaps we don't want this and are being forced, or maybe both of us are very shy and want our other half to provide some spark.

She doesn't enjoy my philosophies interesting, nor do I show any interest in interests. If this is how its going to start, then there is no hope for the future. How are we going to spend our lives together? Maybe I'm just being usual self, but I don't know.

So far, seems like an anticlimax.

That - is just sad..

You should have shown some interest, tbh. Take the initiative, get to know her and then discern for yourself whether you still love her (with all her faults, her interests, her vices, her vulnerabilities) or not. Then make the decision.

Need help from the maestros now. @sensible-india-fan [MENTION=136108]Donal Cozzie[/MENTION] [MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]
 
You can't carry a normal, non-awkward conversation with her even from behind a mobile phone screen.

Try to get to know her. Ask her, what is she upto? What's she doing? Compliment her, ask her opinion on something.
 
Pet Hate: The awkwardness you experience when seeing someone irl who looks exactly like your past celebrity-crush, and then seeing them with their girlfriend some time later..
 
Early days.

Look its awkward for both of us. You haven't been in this situation yet. :moyo
 
Speaking of honey, don't like these love words for your wife/husband.

I used to find it weird too but after living in the South where almost every women refers to you as honey or sweetie, it kinda grown on me.
 
Not a big of fan of bud either.

I address people by their names, and I expect the same in return.
 
Early days.

Look its awkward for both of us. You haven't been in this situation yet. :moyo

Which is why my advice is impartial. You have to get outside your comfort zone. Or live in awkwardness forever :9:

Pet Hate: The awkwardness you experience when seeing someone irl who looks exactly like your past celebrity-crush, and then seeing them with their girlfriend some time later..

Actually found a perfect GIF for this ^ :

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Pet hate while growing up: kids who addressed me with my full name. I mean if I had namesakes in the class, it might make sense, but that wasn't always the case. And even when there were, if They weren't present, why use the full name? It irritated me no end. And I don't have a funny or even a memorable full name, but for whatever reason, they did it, in three different schools in three different countries.
 
Pet hate in grad school: Indians assuming my last name was my given name, and then mispronouncing it. I mean I can understand Americans mistaking the official first name for the given name, and not knowing that the second name was the correct given name, but I expected the Indians to know better.
 
Pet hate in grad school: Indians assuming my last name was my given name, and then mispronouncing it. I mean I can understand Americans mistaking the official first name for the given name, and not knowing that the second name was the correct given name, but I expected the Indians to know better.

My teachers in school used to do the same sometimes - confuse my second name as my first name, or refer to me by my sister's name altogether :facepalm:

^ That, was a pet-hate of mine.
 
My teachers in school used to do the same sometimes - confuse my second name as my first name, or refer to me by my sister's name altogether :facepalm:

^ That, was a pet-hate of mine.

Yes you mentioned that in the Christening thread last summer.

That thread was fun until everyone started guessing names instead of making then up. Then it became even more fun.
 
Pet hate: having to revise for job interviews. One of the many pitfalls of aging is a longish resume. It lists things I've done, but years ago, and forgotten. Now I have to go through them again so if they ask me I can answer, and not look like I made them up.
 
Shocking and reprehensible. Here we have man who was forcibly denied the very thing he desired most in life, his hopes crushed by thoughtless negligence and malice.....and some posters still have the nerve to sulk about trifles like future wives or aroused teenagers at some meaningless UN conference.

Precisely. It is a grudge I will take to the grave. Either that, or I will steal a candy bar because they owe me one.
 
I used to find it weird too but after living in the South where almost every women refers to you as honey or sweetie, it kinda grown on me.

So what's the story behind "bless your heart?" I hear it can mean something totally different when said to a Yank, which I am in a way.

Also, for the big interview, if I throw in some "y'all" s, will they take that as an attempt to fit in, or get offended assuming I'm being condescending?
 
So what's the story behind "bless your heart?" I hear it can mean something totally different when said to a Yank, which I am in a way.

Also, for the big interview, if I throw in some "y'all" s, will they take that as an attempt to fit in, or get offended assuming I'm being condescending?

I hear "bless your heart" from mostly middle aged or elderly ladies. Not sure what it exact meanings are, I just take it as something like "bless you".

As for y'all, please don't use it. They will think you are mocking them. Again, this is used by less educated folks here in South.
 
I hear "bless your heart" from mostly middle aged or elderly ladies. Not sure what it exact meanings are, I just take it as something like "bless you".

As for y'all, please don't use it. They will think you are mocking them. Again, this is used by less educated folks here in South.

"Bless your heart" comes up quite often in the City Data forum. It can really mean "bless your heart," but depending on the context and the tone of delivery, it can actually be sarcastic or even insulting:

"Almost everyone knows Southern women drop this phrase constantly. But it might not mean what you think it means.

In reality, the phrase has little to do with religion and more to do with a passive-aggressive way to call you an idiot. Depending on your inflection, saying “bless your heart” can sting worse than any insult."


"If your children make it past third grade and do not yet understand that this is the lead-in to some of the most vile insults, they are not going far in life. If you attach some version of this phrase to even the most dreadful of insults, it’s totally fine to say.

Bless his heart, he is dumb as a sack of rocks.

Bless her heart, she has no fashion sense at all.

Adding “cotton-picking” or “pea-picking” to the phrase is typically a double insult.

Bless your cotton-picking heart, you really have no idea how this works, do you?"
 
"Bless your heart" comes up quite often in the City Data forum. It can really mean "bless your heart," but depending on the context and the tone of delivery, it can actually be sarcastic or even insulting:

"Almost everyone knows Southern women drop this phrase constantly. But it might not mean what you think it means.

In reality, the phrase has little to do with religion and more to do with a passive-aggressive way to call you an idiot. Depending on your inflection, saying “bless your heart” can sting worse than any insult."


"If your children make it past third grade and do not yet understand that this is the lead-in to some of the most vile insults, they are not going far in life. If you attach some version of this phrase to even the most dreadful of insults, it’s totally fine to say.

Bless his heart, he is dumb as a sack of rocks.

Bless her heart, she has no fashion sense at all.

Adding “cotton-picking” or “pea-picking” to the phrase is typically a double insult.

Bless your cotton-picking heart, you really have no idea how this works, do you?"

I guess the tone and intent can make it mean totally different like you said. Hmm, just the other day someone at work said that about a person after he did something dumb. "Bless his heart" followed by "I just love him". I guess she meant that he is so dumb at times but his dumbness makes him endearing to her. I've usually seen it used innocently, I guess people on the city forums act differently when they are sitting behind the screens.
 
I guess the tone and intent can make it mean totally different like you said. Hmm, just the other day someone at work said that about a person after he did something dumb. "Bless his heart" followed by "I just love him". I guess she meant that he is so dumb at times but his dumbness makes him endearing to her. I've usually seen it used innocently, I guess people on the city forums act differently when they are sitting behind the screens.

Actually they were discussing the usage on City Data. The Southerners said when they say "Bless Your Heart" to Yanks, they actually mean GFY. Where GFY is not Good For You. Its the other GFY.
 
Actually they were discussing the usage on City Data. The Southerners said when they say "Bless Your Heart" to Yanks, they actually mean GFY. Where GFY is not Good For You. Its the other GFY.

I just don't get this North vs. South animosity. It seems to be that it's mostly based on historical accounts and preconceived notions about each other. The most prejudiced ones seem to know the least about the others. E.g. in Buffalo I had a professor who was originally from Boston, huge fan of the Red Sox, who got all up in arms while talking about some Indian student of his going to Emory for an interview. He was afraid they might shoot him as if people in Atlanta have never seen a non-white or a person with a different nationality before. He was a very learned guy but had never been to the South in his whole life. Same with another elderly educated person I knew here who once while
I was talking about my trip to NYC told me how he hates that city. When I asked him if he has ever been there he exclaimed, no, I can never go to such a place.

I've lived in the east coast and the south and frankly have found no big differences. For me rural NY was as backwards as rural TN. The big cities are all the same other than a few characteristic features. It's more of an urban rural divide here in the US. Yanks and Southerners may have a few political differences but in general are not that different. If they can only open their minds a bit and visit the other side, I think a lot of these inherent rivalries can be resolved quite amicably.
 
Forget the east coast and the South. Move to the west.

That's one place I've never lived though I've been to all the major cities of Cali along with Phoenix and of course Vegas. Just wasn't on the cards I guess. Who knows, maybe in the future.
 
People who let their cult worship of a sporting hero blind their reason

[MENTION=1889]Saqs[/MENTION] - Jimmy Hird? One of your old favourites?
 
People who troll. Right up there in my hate list. I want honest views, even if I don't agree with them, not intellectual bankruptcy hiding behind sarcasm.
 
Pakistani TV serials. Had been tolerating the weird love triangles and rectangles, but today ( on Ijaazat), one guy asked a girl to sleep in his room, promising he won't touch her, only because he wants to make the girl's bf jealous. What crap! Done with Pakistani TV dramas.
 
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