Update

ive been meaning to write for a couple of days but it just hasnt happened. i have a list of things i need to write about; inshallah this weekend.atleast my template work is done.

please let me know if you think something is not working, the readability of the blog i.e. too dark, too black, hurts your eyes etc.

till tomorrow i bid you adieu!

TFL= Tacos

You Are Mexican Food

Spicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.

What Kind of Food Are You?

Why dont i have a boyfriend??

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know. From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up. And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.

Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?

Stole this from Samosa's blog. i agree with most of it but i dont have anything to hide! promise =D

and then they come

i hate grey's! it bloody makes me cry and i dont need or want to cry for cristina or meredith.
thank god season 3 is over and 4 hasnt started yet.

Lyrics

Today at lunch, ray, as is her habit made me laugh, alot! how did she do that? by singing the strangest of lyrics with the strongest of convictions that they belonged to one song. tht might seem a bit confusing so let me resolve the confusion. she sang

"mera joota hai japani
main hoon raja hindustani"

She was absolutely convinced both phrases belonged to the same song! when infact they dont even belong to the same era! life without ray, would be no life at all :D

Karachi- the fiasco

this was an email i sent to alta after reading his post on the Karachi mayhem. click on the title to go to the post.

Just read it. Had some what similar emotions to this fiasco but not quite. It’s really brave when you say you will stay there forever when I don’t ever want to come back. Why should I? When my own country doesn’t value me, when I don’t feel safe in my own house. When I have lunatics running around outside the house shooting the innocent and punishing the civilians.

I was cooking on Saturday when the rally was being broadcasted. I didn’t hear a word of it, except the drone of Imran khan's voice, the bastard, ridiculing his country in the world's media. The fucker doesn't know how it feels when I go to the beauty salon and the lady asks me aaj karachi mein bohat danga ho gaya na?! When I never said a word to any Indian when they killed thousands in Gujarat. The bastard doesn’t know the pins and needles, the haplessness, and the worry under the i-dont-give-a-shit attitude.

Mama's comment was its a show of power, by both parties, km and abba were watching musharraf and discussing how well he had succeeded in chasing the cj out of Karachi.

Ab kiya jab sab kuch khatam ho gaya? Agar woh aata to kiya hota? Bakwas karta aur nikaljata. Maybe so many wouldn't have lost their lives, making the quality of life negative for the thousand's around them. Making someone like me scared, yet again, to visit my home, for no city will I ever belong to except Karachi, I refuse to.
Just because musharraf has zero confidence in his reelection capabilities. If the public wants him, he will be reelected. These stunts really do him no favors.
It’s highly optimistic, the rising of the silent, for that will never happen. And if it does we are too corrupt a people to let it change situations. We will kill those who rise against the authority figures, for we fear the oppressed. We will kill them and silence entire generations.

My family thinks I don’t care, that I am the least patriotic person imaginable. Just because I refuse to wear a flag on my chest on the 14th of august, because I don’t care whether our team (and not we) win or lose at cricket. What they don’t realize is that even though I love it and would never want to belong to another country, for I would lose all sense of identity and self, I would never be proud of it till the day I feel I am free within its bounds. That I will not be shackled by loons like the madrassa-e-hafsa women. How can I ever be proud of a country who has labeled its citizens terrorists, Islamists, extremists? Where women are not valued? Why do we go to press about our issues? Why never with our strengths?

I don't care because i can't. Because my caring doesn't make a difference. Because it doesn't solve any problems. Just creates more. And i have my share.

Rugby Rock

need i say more?? maybe just that im going!!!!!! :D

right now its cloud 119th for me; my first concert and that too Aerosmith, what more could i ever wish for :) so even if my life is shit for the next week and a half, i couldnt give a rat's ass. that is the level of my excitement and km had better start showing all that hidden excitement coz i know its there. What more could he have wished for as a going away present than a rock concert date with his sister and her insane friends ;)

blog wise the last couple of days have been weird. ive been meaning to write plenty but have just been doing one thing as soon as i am home; watch grey's anatomy. episode after episode. its pretty unhealthy coz im up till all hours and fall asleep in the middle of an episode. its bad but soo addictive!! and to balance this ive started running again, which is good but my legs feel like someone sledge hammered them and i also joined Farah's Quran club on Facebook. that is one really good thing to come of my facebook addiction. write more when i get home. for now its time to start clocking in those hours :)

Adios Amigos!

The absolute truth!

** By the way this isnt the truth, its a joke :)

The world is full of pinheads..

and im completely surrounded by them!

ive had more than my share of idiots for the year please Allah mian keep the rest far far away from me lest i completely lose it! Ameen.

What happens to Ashok in the strip is what will happen to me very soon... ill go completely ballistic over some unknown person and have a total meltdown!

The joys of internet!

when down in the dumps watch love actually or something similar :) its even better when you get a copy on the internet =D

a nice throughly romantic movie has the power to make me feel so warm and fuzzy! its like everything is right with the world once more =D especially one overflowing with cute guys *drool* i really dont care what hugh grant likes to do in his free time, i still think he is bloody cute. i really wanna go see music and lyrics *hint* coz ive heard its amazing and i really dont wanna go alone , did that once was not fun *double triple hint!* just incase you missed the others ray ;)

coming back to reality...work is fine, if a bit overwhelming at times, driving is shit; my ex-instructor is/was trampling on my nerves and messing with my head and common sense :( and hence she is now the ex! have asked for some else now, a guy preferably lets see how that works out. discovered the most delish perfume today, its Hermes, Eau de Merveilles, its surprizingly within budget so im thinking of getting myself a bottle or maybe ill get mum one instead of me. its about time i started spoiling her a bit rather than buying stuff for myself!

the weekend starts in two days, cannot wait.

L I F E

im sleepy. but then whats new about tht?? either im pissed, sleepy or just fed up. why am i not happy?? ive been going out constantly (moving out has its benefits), laughing incessantly courtesy ray, a and Qob. its like something is missing! i have a really good job, but im not happy. i used to look forward to moving out, escaping, even when i had nothing to escape from, and now that im here...im not happy, i hate saturdays, i dont want to come back here! yet i do. im not happy, im not satisfied, yet i should be so very thankful to Allah mian, for everything coz everything makes sense, everything is in place. except me. im in limbo. and i dont like it. i was the cocky one. i knew exactly what i wanted, when i wanted and how I was going to get it. now i no longer want those things. i want stuff i shunned, pushed away, looked the other way, fought against, never accepted, cried so many tears because of, i looked down upon...and now i want them. and i cant have them! i want music, laughter, faith, i want to be surrounded by people, enveloped in noise, and smiles and warm smells and lots of love. all i am surrounded by now...is a tv and an empty cold room; hollow and quiet.

i made the bed and now i must lie in it.

Beyonce feat Shakira - Beautiful Liar

i blame ray for getting me hooked on to this!

What to do when you have a cold

1. Shoot yourself!
2. Shout not again, and then shoot yourself
3. take it like a woman and deal with it
4. blow your nose like a trumpet so that everyone hears, gets to know you are sick, and gets grossed out!

right now im going with number 4 and finishing boxes upon boxes of tissue paper.

if any one know of a magic cure to this, please let me know so that i can stop driving my collegues insane :) in all fairness i cant be expected to run to the ladies room whenever i have to blow my nose coz thts every three minutes ;)

Happy Birthday Sunshine!!

today the littleist one in the family turns 18!! happy birthday my darling!! Have a great day today and enjoy this year =D

Stop worrying about high school politics and board marks! when they couldnt bring me, the stupidist child in the family down, they can do you no harm! so smile, let them be. just be who you are. you know we love you for you not for how many 90%s you score.

happy birthday little sister, enjoy these years for very soon you wont be a teenager any more and life will have lost its innocence, its charm, its carefree nature. very soon newton's third law will apply to all situations and you will feel too much perfection is demanded of you.

enjoy it while it lasts =D

lots of kisses

love

Apa

dekho barish ho rahi hai...

its raining, its raining, its raining!! (its a song and really funny coz of the way its sung :P)

it rained quite a bit today. as usual i didnt have the camera with me :( got back around nine, went for a run and in the middle, it started to rain really hard. it was so beautiful, absolutely quiet, no one around, music and rain =D i wish tht would be the case everyday!

saw namaste london on youtube. was okay, the end wasnt included in the last clip :( but he gets the girl definately coz its a hindi movie, right :)

went out with ray and qob today, good times :) have my second driving class tomorrow.

will write more later, lots of stuff has happened, but no energy to write...

off to bed with me :)

seven wierd things about moi

i got tagged by abcd law (thank god!!) i stopped at five and then remembered two more :P

1. i have full fleged imaginary conversations with real but unknown people, meaning they exist i just havent met them, ever. all in my head, can entertain myself for hours like this and they are probably more interesting than real conversations.
2. i have a thing for haircuts. ive got everything i wanted to try done, thankfully mum is patient enough to put up with it! ive had everything from a fringe to a flick to a mushroom cut (really long hair chopped off so short my neck was visible, which i also got shaved so it looked like a proper boy's mushroom cut)
3. my ideal man is clark gable as rhett butler.
4. every one ive ever had a crush on has turned out to be a complete asshole! thankfully the crush was based purely on looks which turned to dust as soon as i heard their stupid ass convos.
5. allah mian installed a wierd magnet in me before sending me here. i swear to god each and every wierdo i ever meet or even just pass by on the way to class, is somehow attracted to me. they stare like no tomorrow but never speak. and these are not shy indo-pak guys. these are bloody europeans. i mean if you can stare surely you can stay hello. atleast it will be less repulsive :(
6. nobody believes that im a pakistani. even the starbucks guy asked and did not believe the answer! why!!?? just coz im on the fairer side and can speak angreezan di zaban (english) just because all you ignorant bastards believe all pakistanis are pathan taxi drivers doesnt mean we all are! get a life and an encyclopedia while you're at it!
7. i am only funny when im being sarcastic/ bitchy. in a normal circumstance i can kill a joke more effectively than raid kills roaches. its that sad.

i'm quite sure i wont be on anyone's bloglist from tomorrow, but thts who i am. one big fruitcake :)

i tag alta(get off your lazy and start writing), ustani, km and ze queen of babble.

my peculiar aristrocratic title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Viscountess Tfl the Unique of Pease Pottage Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

chalo atleast i'm a viscountess :) the rest be damned ;)

arey wah, just tried the whole thing, this is what i got

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Empress The Friendly Lion the Sonorous of Chignall Duntisbourne Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Tales of feet and comedians

sooo tired! :( feel like doing a rip van winkle and sleeping for years. ive been at work for nearly 14 hours for the last two days, not a very god senario, i think im turning into a workaholic but do they whine as much as i do??

i think i have this thing called arch pain, i know it sounds pretty lame but hurts like shit! if i do ill have to give up heels, wht will happen to my pretty shoes then :( and wont be able to run unless i get myself some really good (read expensive) running shoes; I so donot want to spend 300 on joggers even if they are nikes.

tomorrow's going to be a long day :( but only two more days till the weekend so yayy!

dont have much to whine about so ill sleep now.

did i say i love russell peters? dont believe me, go here.

on the many idiosyncrasies in life...

i am so addicted to il divo, it isnt funny. ive been listening to them repeatedly for the last two days. even as i type i have one earphone jammed in, boss doesnt seem to mind it as long as i can hear whats going on and work simultaneously.
yesterday was a day for bizzare happenings. it started with this girl from hr hugging me when i gave her some papers for her boss's sign; continued when my boss told me she was worried about me. this was said when she saw my desk which littered with all kinds of paper. to make my day, i get on the bus out side burj, it goes in to pick up people, every one gets in, doors close when someone taps me on the shoulder. i turn around to see who, its a guy i dont know but i smile thinking may be i do know him and cant remember. but then im like lemme ask, so i ask him if i know him, he goes No! and starts laughing uproariously! i mean maha freak anyone??!! thank god he did not attempt a conversation! :S

another thing which has been bugging me lately is the way people sit in the bus. its like they feel that the bus is theirs and hence they can sit in whatever way they like! i mean oj i realise you are a large person and need space especially when u r sitting on the tiny, foldup seat in the aisle but that does not mean that you can take all the space you want while i shrink against the bus side! and if it ended at that, it would have been okay but when i keep shrinking and the other person keeps taking up space, it just pisses me off!
any how, off to sleep..

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