Lahore, Pakistan is a modern metropolitan area like any city on the planet. But I don’t know anything about Kohat. I’d accept Lahore without a second thought because the folks I’ve met online from Lahore were just university students that talk like any other university students do from anywhere.
I blow up balloons at parties. That is until I get winded. Then I put the balloons down and let someone else do it. I’m tame.
I blew up an M-80 in my backyard in New Jersey once. No idea how I got a hold of one. I put it under a big coffee can. Ran off.
Made a big hole.
Next day, my grandmother comes in the house, “WHO KEEPS PUTTING HOLES IN THE BACKYARD?”. Suburbia.
ya znau pa-russki chyt chyt… meh, i don’t know why I tried. tried learning a bunch of languages through the years. I can figure things out if they’ve got some kind of latin/german basis somewhere but writing/speaking I’m useless.
kkkk i get confused sometimes. 4 yrs of spanish but a year or two on Orkut with a google chat translate script and I picked up some basic portuguese… and now I’ve forgotten all of it…
Now I have about 120 Brazilian friends that have followed me – and I’ve followed – to every social network ever since. Bunch of kids, got to see them grow up in pictures.
That’s the truth. It’s my obsession. If I don’t go bed with at least ONE eureka of the day (and they get harder to find), it wasn’t a good day. Rehashing old knowledge gets boring unless I’m teaching someone something, then it’s new because it’s new for them.