It was a wonderful afternoon of autumn. I had just awoken from a frosty siesta. I glanced at my surroundings. The zephyr caressed the leaves and the branches were rustling and swaying with joy. All of us seemed like leaves of gold, gilded as we bathed in the sun. The rejuvenating beams emitting from the golden ball filled life in me. I yawned, strectched my arms, and inhaled the refreshing air. Each and every pore of my body felt refreshed and rejoiced to be alive. The singing of birds made the milieu more healthy and fresh. The day passed with great excitement, but none of us could forsee the catastrophe which the rising sun of the new day was about to bring.

The next morning, every leaf was horrified at the chaotic situation. Tree cutters amputated us from the rest of our tree world. This was the biggest shock I could have ever suffered from. The once gentle breeze that caressed our being turned into a thrashing wind, displacing us from our homes and throwing us hither and thither. The wind, that had always nestled us in its arms, today, proved to be treacherous. We all became its victims.

The wind played with us ruthlessly and we all went past in an addy of dust. Every leaf suffered in deep anguish but no one could do anything; we all were helpless, treated as thralls of the wind. The park was giving a true picture of a charnel-house of the charred leaves.

Nobody was aware of my feelings at that time. All my ecstasy-filled existence changed into deep melancholy. My self-esteem was completely tarnished. The tiara of my pride shattered into tiny, uncollectable pieces. I, who had always boasted about myself as the one soaring in the sky, was now lying under people's feet, crumpled up. I tried to hide my guilty face from other leaves' blunt comments, but the strong wind would carry me to a new place and throw me among old faces. It was yet another great insult to lie helplessly on the ground. I knew, every leaf was saying it all without saying a word. Everytime their brows crinckled in a frown, I would, at once, decipher what exactly they meant. My guilt was killing me more strongly than the powerful wind was. I gathered all my strength and tried to apologize to them all for my unbearable attitude, but the wind came again strongly, plucked me up, and threw me against the wall of a dump yard. This time I was extremely annoyed. I felt like vociferating all around, but I knew, it was futile.

I'm alive, but worse than dead! The once independent leaf is now totally dependent on the wind which callously crumples me up on the sharp blades of cinnamon-shaded grass.



I think I have posted this thing before too. (Dont remember....check my archives).
Cheerio!

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News no. 1

Today, I watched the song 'Father and Son' by Ronan Keating and Yusuf Islam; my two favourite singers! I first watched this song, yesterday, on Melody Hits. But at that time, it was almost ending. So, today, when I was flipping channels, I came across [V] where the song was about to start. So, I jumped off the sofa, and sat cross-legged infront of, and very near to, the T.V. It's a wonderful track. I just love it. There are photo stands all around in the video. If you look closely, you'd notice a picture of Yusuf Islam with his son, Muhammad. (Scroll down and click on 'Father and Son' Single Release). So, now I am in search of this song.

News no. 2

Today, I got my wrist watches back....Yeahhhhh....Actually, all my watches were sent for a battery-change. And now they're back. I have a habit of wearing a watch, and if I don't, I feel myself to be incomplete (stoopidity?!?). Yes, my wrist watch is one of those things which I can't leave. I am glad to have them back.

News no. 3

I have successfully downloaded the video of 'Al-Mu'allim' by Sami Yusuf. Now, I won't sit infront the tv for hours and hours and wait for this nasheed (a.k.a. Islamic song). And now, I can show it to evvvverybody. Waiting for my Mommese and sista to wake up and watch it, cuz it's their favourite too.

So, I think I had a good Saturday! :)

Cheerio every buddy!

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I am sick and tired of this university admission thingy. I don't know why this 'equivalence' stuff is needed everywhere. I don't have an 'equivalence' and I am not going to get one! All right!?! Why don't these universitites accept my GCE grades? Urgh! To have an equivalence means to send original certificates to Isloo. Uffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.
First of all why don't they open admission in spring, too? Why only and only fall? I have to get in L'ecole. Now this seems a very straight statement, but NO. L'ecole admit students in fall semester only, which is a nice way of saying "Girl, wait another 7-8 months". And what the hell am I going to do in this time period? I have done my specialistion now. Yes, SPECIALISATION!!! Specialisation in wasting time, specialisation in making my ownself a perfect schmuck.
I haven't given my SAT or TOEFL, or any such thing. And I don't even plan to appear in it. So, there's no chance of me going abroad for studies.
Only Bahria and PAF KIET are offering admissions. Bahria needs equivalence, and KIET doesn't. But will I be able to get in KIET? Furthermore, KIET is on the next corner of Karachi.

Now, I often ask myself a question. Why did I complete my A L seven months before time? But then, the answer to this question pops up very quickly. 'There are certain reasons. You won't understand'.

Somebody please say me "Cheerio".

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Ummm...These days many bloggers are posting their favourite songs on their blogs (which are my favourite too). I also have a right to become a copy cat. So, now I decide to post a song too. But which one? Hmmmm...I guess I must post this song 'Welcome to my life' by Simple Plan. I heard it some 2 weeks ago. Here is goes.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lies straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like

What it's like
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

I tried to search its audio clip, but I couldn't find it. If anybody has this song, please send it to me.
Thankyou.
Cheerio!

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This is supposed to be yesterday's post. I wanted to update, but my stupid blogger wasn't working properly.


Today I ate a fruit by the name of Custard Apple. This Custard Apple is also known as Sharifa, here in Pakistan. According to my Mommese (and I also remember a bit) we used to have a tree of this fruit in our house (some 14-15 years ago). Weird that I have such a strong memory, but more weird is that I have never tasted this fruit! Never at my old residence (where we had the tree), and never after that. Today, my brother brought this thing home, and at night we decided to eat it. So, my Mommese asked me to bring it. I asked foolishly, "Ummm, do I need to wash it and..." (The rest you need not to know). Upon hearing that, she said sarcastically, "Yes beta, bring a big knife with it, the one with which we cut meat (bughda)". I knew she was being sarcastic, so I went downstairs, placed the Custard Apple in a dish (without washing it), and also placed a (chopping) knife beside the fruit. Terrified, I went upstairs, kept the dish carefully infront of her, and started staring at that green fruit. When Mommese saw that, she just slapped her forehead, and looked at me with questioning eyes. I gave a goofy smile and confessed, "Yes, I haven't washed them. I...I am going". Before I could grab the dish, she said, "No, you need not to go anywhere". Then she opened the fruit with her hands, and gave it to us. "My God, so that's how you open this thing. And hey, it is so different from inside", I murmured. Actually, I thought that this thing must be somewhat similar to kiwi fruit. But NO. Anyway, it was not bad. Infact, yummy!

Now, coming to Today's news!

Some 15 minutes ago, I came back home after attending my class. Today, one more student was admitted in our class. So now, we are 3. Me, Ma'am Manahil (the new student, must be in her late 20s) and Mr. Yusuf (he must be 40+). Our teacher makes some mistakes in writing and pronunciation too. Once, when he walked out of the class, Monsieur Yusuf said to me,"Beta, dont mind. He's a bit absent minded". At that moment I couldn't keep my face straight. He said so becuase at some words, both of us would correct him (the teacher).

Yeah, another news. Today, when we all were in the kitchen, I tried to kick my lil brother. (That's very normal). But then, what that clever boy did. He moved to his right, and Gosh, I slipped (on our newly polished floor) and 'dham'. I was down on the floor, screaming. My right leg is still aching!

Bye folks
Cheerio!

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"Just go to hell !!"

'Excuse me', I thought when I read this message. This message was sent to me by my sista some half hour ago. At that time, I was sitting in the lounge watching TV, and she was in her room, preparing to sleep. 'Probably the light is bothering her', I mumbled. But when I glanced to my left, I saw the door closed. 'Why is she asking me to go to hell when I haven't done anything wrong. We didn't even fight today. The light's also not bothering her. Then why the hell should I go to hell? Errrr....' I was about to get up, walk toward her room, and ask her 'Whats your problem?', when I decided to press the 'down' key. The screen revealed, "Yes, you!". 'Gosh, she's very angry. But why?' My Dinky Mind was trying to work fast. When I again pressed the 'down' key, I read "U only! ". At once I got that. My face which was locked in a scowl suddenly changed into a clown-like face.
Then, as I pressed the 'down' key, the whole message revealed. It then said, "I just thought of it..."
Another 'down',"Because only you can change hell into heaven by your sweetness!!!"
Gosh! I walked toward her room, opened the door, and said, "Well, thanks!" with a big smile!


A forwarded message it was! :D

p.s.: I have made some changes in Bint-e-Muslimah. Check them out! A lot more to add there!
Cheerio!!!!!!

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First of all this Haloscan is not working properly! Hafsa, I wanted to comment on your recent post, but Haloscan ain't working. Sorry!
Then, there's this Orkut, which shows 'Bad bad server...' every now and then. Going to leave it in some days!
Then there's this Hello. I have downloaded it, but now this Stoopid ME doesn't know how to run it!
Then I want to download some, better say alot of, Anasheeds. But again, my net gets disconnected too frequntly. *Just hate that*
Then I have got loadsa stuff to memorise this weekend, but dunno how am I gonna do it all! *Get some piece of mind*
Then, I met Hiru (one of my seniors) that day, and she, too, failed to recognise me. Now I am planning to keep a board bearing my name every time I step out! I haven't changed!!!! That's same ol' ME!
Then, since I am quite angry right now, I forgot to greet you guys. So, Assalam-o-Alaikum dear Bloggers. *really sorry*
Then I have to make a lot of changes in both of my blogs, and I am not getting time to do that. *This is what I have been thinking of doing for ages*
Then, I need to update, but I don't know what to write. So, Blink Blog, would you please be kind to help me write a 'productive' post? *Or anybody else may also help me*
Then, I needa get off the computer and eat something. So, I better leave. *food-o-meter shows empty*
Cheerio every buddy! *Am still furious*

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One bright morning, late at night,
Two dead men woke up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords, they shot each other.
Deaf policeman heard their voice,
And came to kill two dead boys.
If you don't believe, this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.


[Read it anywhere? Probably yes, cuz it's quite common by now]


Cheerio!

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Hello folks, this of my post is an answer to Waqas Ashraf's post 'Women Rights, what?' This post should be read by all those people who neglect women rights.
[Please be kind to read Waqas' post first and then mine. Thankyou]

Women population of the world is less than that of men. We live in a male-dominated society, where women are highly suppressed. In order to give them their due rights and share of the society, these women-oriented socities work for them. For example, when a girl is born in a rural family, the husband either opts for a second marriage, or simply finish the case by killing, burning or abusing his own wife. Why? Can you answer me why? Look [V], you can't take just one stand, you have to consider the other side too. Think about the unjust behaviour that men have towards women. Tell me is a woman safe when she is travelling in a public transport? DOn't the guys just stare at her for long? Don't they, at times, harass her, and want to frighten her just for their enjoyment? Why do you think we have a separate women compartment in
buses? Just because to protect them, to save them from being stared awkwardly. But are the men of our society that sane to understand this? Some of them are, but what about others: the majority?

Look, not every woman is bad. Every woman does not give her 'sharam-o-haya' up when becoming a member of such organisations. If you guys can grow up hair to shoulder length (or even more), why can't the women cut them down to get a more desirable and more fashionable haircut? You also don't cut them for fashion. Don't you? Let me tell you, women are allowed by Islam to do fashion!(Now, that's a different thing that they fail to realise the degree to which they are allowed). Look at the world closely. Sharam-o-haya sirf aurtoan main say nahi, balkay mardoan main say bhee khatam hoti jaa rahi hay! Men are allowed to do anything (torture or inflict other horrendous crimes on women or even just stare at them) just because they are MEN: the bread winners! But, ever noticed, if a woman stares at some unknown guy or she has accidently passed a stranger with her face unveiled, their 'izzat-daar' men send their poor women six feet down the earth. Is this justice? No, that's vengeance! That's the satisfaction men get from suppressing their women. That's the only way to secure their 'izzat and waqar' in their communities or clans. Women rights organisations work for these women, protect their rights. You have talked about share of women in jobs. I say, there 'should' be special quota for women in jobs. Don't they have the right to earn their money? Women should have equal rights. Equal means equal! But does the world follow this thing? The principle laid by Islam? Equality, and justice! Remember that?!

You talk about 'Ladies first' sign, have you ever noticed, are ladies, everytime, given the first priority? If they are, then tell me are they treated with due kindness and justice, or merely by disturbing stares?!? Tell me have you ever noticed justice in this case? I mean, for example, when a firm recruits new staff, why do they choose 3 women and 7 men? Why not 5 women and 5 men? Why not giving equal rights to women? Why are some women ill-treated at working
place? Why are not men treated the same way? If, after so much injustice, these women remain silent then they are fools! Literally fools! And just to support them and to protect their basic rights, these women-rights organisations are set up! To give them awareness of thier rigths, to make them powerful and strong.

I dont get one thing. At one place you are saying women should be different from men, i.e. they should stay at home, shouldn't go to work (that includes office work, teaching, being a doctor, a school bus driver-I have seen one- lawyer, and being a pilot, etc.), and at the other place, you want them to stand in men's queues at banks and stand in buses as the men do. Which side of the topic are you actually supporting?? If you think that women have more priviliges than men then you are, to some degree, wrong! I must tell you the fact. They do stand in buses when the bus becomes overcrowded. They do stand in long queues when their men are out for (their more busy) work. Why don't you notice men standing in women's queues at banks or sitting in women's compartment in buses, when they even have their own. Can you tell me why? Why, when they have more space as compared to women, they occupy their (women's) space?

Women do work hard as men! Women play a significant role in the running of this country. Who is Zubaida Jalal then? Why is she the Education Minister? How has she reached such a high post? Who is Benazir then? What about those women who are the CEOs of some leading companies? Aren't they hardworking? They work as hard as men, and their posts and salaries speak of it! As you have talked about men's right, I must tell you that men do not need organisation or societies to support them! Or do they? Does anybody question them when they torture their wives, when they abuse other women? It is only women who appears a lucrative toy to men.If you say that a women's place is at home, then do the men keep them happy at home? Are the women not urged to work to keep their family alive? Or do men have such handsome salaries to keep their wives and chidren happy for years to come? Why do you neglect those women who go to factories to earn some money to buy bread. Have you ever noticed their lives? If these women rights organisations are not going to help them, then tell me would you go and give a mere 50 rupee note to them? Since our society is male-dominated, men rarely pay heed to women rights.

The world is moving very fast. If you stand by the stream and look it flowing by, you wont progress. You have to flow with it! And this is what we Pakistani's are not doing. We are not progressing! Women have still not found a respectible place in the society. They are still tortured and abused as before. Women-rights organisations are still working to their best to save women from unjust behaviour. These organisations are termed futile and useless because they are threatened by men. They, too, are suppressed! If you think we are progressing then tell me why do we hear people say things such as,"Aurat ghar ki izzat hoti hay. Ghar main rahay to behtar hay, bahar niklay to goli maar do"? If you seriously want your women to stay at homes, then please keep them with honour, and dignity and do not mentally torture them, or urge them to step out of the house. Aurat waqai ghar ki izzat hoti hay, magar kia koi usay izzat say rakhta hay???

Cheerio!

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Ufff...I hate pimples! Whenever I have to go to some special place, a pimple pops out right in the middle of my forehead or in my dimple! Errrrr!!!!! Once, when I went to college, one my juniors cracked a joke, and I laughed at it. When I stopped laughing, the girl pointed to my cheek and almost screamed: "Look, she's got a pimple in her dimple". Before others could see it, I covered my face. Ufff!
These days, again a pimple has appeared in the middle of my forehead! It hurts when I make sajdah. Could anybody tell me how to prevent such pimples!?!

Cheerio!!!!!

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Oh my God, I felt great as I entered the place. I can never forget my college. Its the best college in the world, with best teachers, best students, and the best best ground. So today I met some of my old teachers, and Xak too.
(Wait, wait, wait....Today is indeed Saturday, but there was some sort of PTM and a science exhibition there, therefore I went).
Hmmm, so I was telling you about my teachers. First I met Ma'am Sameera. She was glad to see me there. Honestly speaking, she's the most friendly teacher I have ever seen. Then I met Sir A.M.B. He was unable to recognize me... Lol, have I changed that much. I dunno.

A lil convo with Sir AMB is here :

Me: Assalam o alaikum Sir.
AMB: Yes. Walaikum assalam. How may I help....*amazed*ooo, its you. How are you? How did your papers go?!
Me: (gave my trademark answer) They were fine, good.
AMB: Fine or good?!?
Me: (clueless...) ummm...a bit of both. (Yes, I know thats the most stupid answer).

Anyway, after some time, I met Mrs. Naqvi (my urdu teacher). She gave me a hug (yes, cuz I was her favourite student, as once she called me "Urdu-daan".lol) She is a great teacher!

I was very dreadful about today (sleeping at 3 am, and getting up at 7 is no easy job), but thank God, it went quite well.

Oh God, have to go for lunch now. Then I have got a class at 3, finishing at 5 pm.
Have to rush now.
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Yes, finally I have succeeded in changing my blog background colour from gloomy grey to something red/maroon. And I just love it. I have made some changes in my sidebar boxes also. But one thing seems inappropriate (sp?) to me, and that is the....*what do you call it?*...*yes*...the Title bar, right?! I mean its not tht clear as it should be. So, am gonna waste another night on this thing InshaAllah.
But, as for now, I am happy for the changes that I have made!

P.S. Just check out the time. hehehe 02:02 am

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Tennis Masters Cup, Houston, USA.

Congratulations Federer.
World number one Roger Federer will make a deposit of $US 1,520,000 into his bank account and in his garage he will park a silver Mercedes convertible sports car. These are the spoils that have been bestowed on the Swiss superstar for winning his second Tennis Masters Cup, and for the second year running he went through the event undefeated. He becomes the first player to win consecutive year-end events without losing a match since Ivan Lendl in 1986-87
Roger Federer dominated despite delays as a rain interruption only postponed the inevitable for Lleyton Hewitt, who lost a 6-3, 6-2 Tennis Masters Cup final to the undisputed king of the game this season.
See Federer's images here!

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"Anyone can become angry - that is easy. But to be angry
with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right
purpose, and in the right way - this is not easy."

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*Let's sing together*


Flinstones, meet the Flinstones,
They're a modern stone-age family.
From the town of Bed-Rock,
They're a pace right out of history.
Let's ride with the family down the street,
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're with the Flinstones,
Have a yabba-dabba-do time,
A dabba-do time.
We'll have a gay, old time.

Whenever I see Talal, my lil cousin, I am reminded of Flinstones. And whenever he sees me, he asks me to sing 'Plistone'. Lol.

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It gives me immense pleasure to announce that I - Umema plc - has proudly opened

__________________________________________
_____________ZE CAIKE SHOPPE _____________
__________________Karachi___________________

*taalian*
I open this shop every year at Eid, at my residence. This is because every year our (bechara)refrigerator floods with almost all sorts of cakes - birthday cakes, wedding cakes, celebration cakes, tea cakes, ice cakes, oil cakes, archaics (ahem, sorry).
So, rush now, or our (already-rotten) cakes will expire.
Be the first to enjoy our delicious, mouth-watering, yummy, and God-knows-what cakes.

[Pehlay aaiyay...pehlay paiyay]

Enjoy your Eid with our cakes,
ZE CAIKE SHOPPE,
The best eaten cakes around.

Call:
toont toont toont - toont toont toont toont.

Visit:
ZE CAIKE SHOPPE,
Karachi, Pakistan.

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A few minutes ago, I searched google. There, I entered my name, and look what I found! (the words in brackets are my comments)
Description of Your First Name of: Umema

Although the name Umema creates idealism and the urge to help others, we emphasize that it causes a materialistic approach that frustrates higher humanitarian qualities. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system.
1-Your name of Umema has brought you enjoyment in working with people in circumstances in which you can organize and direct their efforts, preferably in an executive position. (kind of true)
2-You are self-expressive, philanthropic, clever, and ambitious. (am I really philanthropic and clever?)
3-You like to specialize in whatever you undertake. (yeah, specialising in wasting time these days...lol)
4-This name gives you an optimistic outlook on life. (well, really?)
5-You appreciate good quality in all things and want the best money can buy. (hmm...can say)
6-You have big ideals and dreams about the things you would like but you are not always willing to put forth the necessary effort, particularly if it means being subservient to others or having to work in an unimportant, menial capacity. (lol.. cent per cent true)
7-Position and means are important to you and, in order to create this impression of affluence, you will spend even when it is not prudent to do so. (ahem...ok)
8-You like to give the impression that you have everything under control. (never analysed)

Aray, Ive got something for you all. One of my friends sent it to me some 15 minutes ago, and I found it to be good. Wanna see it? You may click here. You will have to wait for a few seconds (depends on your ISP speed) till it gets loaded.
Do tell me about it.

Cheerio!

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Yes, what happened today was a big joke! Today I had Accounting (P III). I got a bit late at my centre. I mean to say I entered the hall at 2:05 pm. Although the paper starts at 2:30 pm, but if I enter the hall after 1:45 pm, I consider myself to be late! [Yes, yes, I AM stupid!] Anyway, I entered the hall and started checking the desk bearing my candidate number. Soon I found it and when I sat on the chair, heck, I found the desk to be way too low. Yes! it was some 2 inches above my knees (I am short-heighted. Now you can easily guess the height of the desk) . I started looking at other people and their desks. Everybody had normal-height desk but one guy. So, he and I were the poor people who had to actually lean over the table and then do our paper. Anyway, the paper started. I leaned over and started doing my paper, when after 10 minutes, my squeaky 'ouch' caught the attention of many people. Actually, the desks there consist of 2 parts - a stand and a top flat black board. At that time something happened to the stand and the board tilted. All my stationery slid down on the carpeted floor. And guess what, that heavy board fell on my legs and my poor legs started screaming. Ouch! 'I should have got it changed in the beginning', I thought. Anyway, soon an invigilator came to help me out. The problem was resolved , Alham-do-lillah. Some people were looking at me and smiling. 'You think its funny?What if this happens to you. Then I'll see you smile. Do your own work' , I felt like saying this to all those Colgate-toothpaste people. My two precious minutes were wasted in this stupid scene. I again started doing my paper. I focused my attention on the paper, when after some 15 minutes, the same thing happened. That was quite annoying cuz both the stand and the board fell flat on the floor with a 'thump'! My eraser went north, card flew and fell beneath another desk, whereas the pencil and calc fell on my feet. Question paper, MCQ sheet and Statement of entry remained on the board. That was so ....urgh, there's not even a word to describe it. Soon, 2 invigilators came to me and tried to help lift up the desks and other stuff. Urgh! Soon, the paani wala (we call the waitor by this name) came with a new stand and a board. All three men replaced it and picked up all my stationery. In the meantime, I looked at other candidates; some were doing their paper peacefully as if nothing has happened and most were looking at me, giggling. I also forced my lips to take a curve and smile back at them, as if nothing unusual has happened. So, my another five minutes got wasted in this Desk Scene - Episode II. The new desk that I got was a lot better than the previous one, Alhamdo-lillah. I completed my paper (Now don't ask how did it go). When the time came to leave the hall, I stood up to walk out, but I stumbled badly. Thank God, I didn't fall. Yes, I didn't fall (Strange, but true).
So folks, this is how my day went.

Today's Joke:

Jay: 'My wife's an angel!'
Kay: 'You're lucky. Mine's still alive'.

Now, can you answer me?
Q- If the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

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I am posting some jokes here. I believe most of them must be read by you. I am posting some that seem new to me. Here they are.


On a Summer holiday in Newyork Banta decided to visit a bar. At the bar, the man sitting on Banta's left told the bartender, 'Johnie Walker, single'. Then the man on his left ordered, 'Jack Daniels, single'. When the barman turned to Banta for an order, he said, 'Banta, married'.



Teacher: 'When was Rome built?'
Student:'At night, Sir.'
Teacher: 'Who told you that?'
Student: 'You did, Sir. You once said that Rome was not built in a day.'


Teacher: 'Name one animal that is found in the desert.'
Student: ' A camel.'
Teacher: 'Good. Name another animal.'
Student: 'Another camel.'


Now an advice for success:
Be like a duck. Above the surface, look composed and unruffled. But below the surface, paddle like crazy.


Cheerio!

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Hiii...
I am kinda relieved now. I mean now I have got 6 more days for my next paper, which is of Awful Accounting...ssss...I dont know why I hate accounting.
Arrraaayyy, did I tell you that I am done with all four papers of Bu.St. I feel relaxed, but not much, cuz my paper 2 didnt go well. Uptil now, all my essay papers have gone wonderful, Alham-do-lillah.
Guess what happened... on Wednesday, I went to have my paper at Regent. My paper had to start at 2:30 pm. I dont know at what time I reached my centre (because all my watches have stopped working). Anyway, when I was near my centre, I found it to be completely deserted. Yes! not a single soul out there. That made me extreeemely nervous. The first thought that came to my mind was 'Oh my God, was my paper in the morning? Have I missed it? Is it 2:30 already? Am I late? Nooo way!' I quickly took out my Statement of Entry and checked the time and date. Nothing was wrong. So,when I entered, thank God, there were many people inside. I checked my hall, and then comfortably sat on a sofa in the lounge. Then, after some five ten minutes, the supervisor came and asked us all to enter the hall. I picked up my stuff and started walking towards the place. At the entrance of the hall, invigilators (sp?) check our ID card and Entry Statement. I unfolded my statement quickly. Soon, I realised that I dont have my ID card. OMG!!!! I started searching for it in my box, and all the possible places. Then, I started running towards the lounge, and a girl was coming towards me. She said, 'Is this your card?' I took a deep breath, thanked her, took my card, and again started walking towards the hall. The girl , after giving me my card, started staring at me. I guess, probably because the photograph on my card is very different from what I look like now. lol. After that, I enetered the hall and sat on my seat. After some time, a guy entered, and I almost laughed. On his shirt it was written
"I'm busy
U're ugly
Go away."
I am sure, every girl that had seen his shirt, must have said it to him. lol! That guy was somewhat horrible. I mean he had untidy shoulder-height hair, pierced eyebrow (yes...sss), was loosely dressed up and God knows what else.
On that day, I broke my fast outside on the sidewalk, alone! :o( Yes, cuz my paper ended at 5:45 pm. I got out at 5:55 pm. I didnt had any watch so I didnt know at what time Maghrib azaan started. When I saw that darkness is deepening, I took out dates from my bag, and broke my fast. Then I waited for my bus. Now thats a different, long story, which I'll tell you afterwards.
Well, I guess I must leave now. Tomorrow's my last day at college. ooowaainnn oowaainnn. Sachi, I'm gonna miss college. I'm gonna miss my friends.
bye bye everybody *wiping tears* *wiping nose* *feeling extremely sad* :o(

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Aray wah... This page exists! I thought I wouldn't be able to post anything till 17th Nov.
Anyway, thanks God, I am here and now I can converse with you people. So, how'z everybody? Must be very happy, cuz you guys must nnot be having exams *grinding teeth*.
Ummm..I don't know what to write, and what not to write. I mean to say that I have got a lot of news for you guys but not enough time to write it down. Right now I have to go to study Econ. You know what I have got my Econ (paper IV) on coming Tuesday. I hope and pray that it goes fine.
Uptil now, I have only taken Bu.St. (I and III) and Accounting IV exams. And a long list is still left *sighs*. But I hope time will quickly pass by. Please pray for my papers, cuz I have messed up my Accounting paper *face red like a ripened tomato*. When I saw my paper, I was like "wow, good paper" but when I actually started doing it, Oh my God, just Oh my God, I forgot that stupid markup/margin formula, and heck! all my budget was ruined. Urgh, Urgh, and just Urgh! I mean how could I forget it??? Furthermore, I have got a serious problem. My balance Sheet never balances. Urgh, Urgh, Urgh... I dont know how many marks am I going to get out of those stupid 120.
Bu. St. went just okay. I forgot to give example (the most important thing). I wish I could get a spare mind from somewhere. Any genius offering???
Cheerio!!!

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Please post something from my side.
Merci.

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Assalam-o-Alaikum readers,

I was wondering why things are NOT going straight today, but soon I realised today's THURSDAY... Why do I hate Thursdays, I don't know. Now lemme tell you what happened today.

1. Fajr prayers: I didn't pray Fajr today, and that's why my day didn't go good. In the morning, on my way to college, I was just wondering how will my day go. Sadly, uptil now, nothing has gone straight. Whenever I don't pray Fajr, my whole day goes 'ajeeb sa' :o(

2. Dew is Eww: So, today, for the first time in my life, I tasted Mountain Dew (yes, I know I am a "Late Latif"). And urgh!! It is NOT good at all. First of all, just look at its colour. Eww. Then, its taste. Another eww. I am not gonna have this drink ever again in my life. Yuck!

3. Accident: Oh my God!!! Today, I witnessed the most horrible accident of my life. Allahhh. It happened near our college. There was this little uniformed girl, of grade 4th, I guess, and she was crossing the service lane, when a speedy bike knocked her, and she fell down. The bike also went over her leg...sssss... I feel so bad. She was holding a coke ka glass, which flew in the air and all the coke spilled on the road. The glimpse that I had of her was simply hair-raising. She was literally soaked in blood. Her white shalwar quickly turned into red, and her face was also covered with blood. But Alhamdo lillah, one of our college guys quickly took her to the hospital. At that moment, I thought, if she had been my little sister, I would have died at that very moment. She is my sister, and the pain I have for her cannot be described in words. It is almost 9 pm, and from the past seven hours, I have been wondering about her. May Allah help her and her parents. Aameen.

4. My Statement of Entry: Yes, finally it's here. And guess what, I've got 5 papers which clash - same day, same time. My papers will start right after 19 days - on 20th October, and will end on 17 November, means exact 4 weeks! Ya Allaaah... Now lemme tell you about my 'clash' timetable.

Date Course Time
Oct 20 Business Studies I and Business Studies III pm
Oct 27 Business Studies II and Business Studies IV pm
Nov 4 Accounting I and Accounting II pm
Nov 8 General Paper I and General Paper II am
Nov 10 Economics I and Economics II am

What I know is that both the papers of General Paper are held on the same day, same time. But these other courses....uffff!!! Rest of the papers will be held on the basis of 'one paper one day'. And yes, the best thing about this timetable is I am getting a gap of 7 days (Oct 28 - Nov 3) for my Accounting papers (I, II and III), and a gap of 6 days (Nov 11 - Nov 16) for my last paper, Economics III.

Please, please, please pray for me. I really, really, really need them.
Merci.
Sayonara =)

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When your friends are special,
let your feelings show,
Tell them they are important to you -
Maybe they don't know.

Don't hold back affection,
Say what's in your heart -
That you're happy when you're with them,
And sad when you're apart.

Don't wait till tomorrow -
That's too far away -
For friendship is too valuable,
To wait another day.

Don't want to wait another day,
To say how much you mean,
To say that friends as nice as you,
Are few and far between.

To let you know warm thoughts of you,
So often come to mind -
And hope that all your days,
Are the best and brightest kind.

[Not written by me. I read it somewhere. I liked it. I posted it] =)

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Assalam o alaikum readers,Today was a very busy day. At college, I studied from 8:00 to 1:15, without any break. Ain't this just a record? When all my classes ended at 1:15, I and Xak went to the cafe, and OMG I was shocked to see that Tapal Chai clock, which was revealing an unbelievable 1:20. I was about to scream but then thankfully I realised soon that I wasn't the only one there. So, I started analysing how I spent the whole day. I think, I had Accounting from 8 to 9. It Alhamdo-lillah went well. Then I had Economics. That, too, went fine and good. And then I had G.P., in which I had a compre test. Oh my God, that was an ultra difficult comprehension - conflict between progress and environment (or something like that). Now, that didn't go good, and that's quite annoying. Urgh!
Aray, there is something strange going on with me, lol. I mean, from the past few days, when people ask me questions, I feel that they are telling me something, and then I go like, "achaa...I didn't know that", and they would then say, "No, I am asking you". =) . Like on Sunday, Xak asked me "Monday ko G.P. nahi ho gi". I became so happy when I heard that. I said, "wow...really?" After a pause, she said, "No, I am asking you. Monday ko G.P. hogi ya nahi?" Yesterday also, one of my juniors asked me, "AS Level main bohat perhna perta hay", and I thought she was informing me, so I said, "really? I never studied that much." With a totally confused face, she said, "No, I am actually asking you. You have done your AS, right?". At that, me and Xak burst out laughing. This was the sixth or seventh case of misinterpretation. After that I tried to become a bit cautious, but then things got reversed, hehe. Yesterday, me and Xak were in the resource centre, reading newspaper and magazines, when she read the title of an article and said with curiosity, "Hmm...Politicians sans humour". I looked at her and said, "Politicians 'without' humour". She said, "yes, I know". I was like, "Oops, I thought you were asking me. Sorry". And then again we laughed a lot. Today, in my G.P. class, when I asked my teacher what does 'heretical' mean, she shook her head in affirmation, as if I were telling her and confirming the meaning of the word. I then said, "No, I am asking you what does it mean". And then she told me the meaning. Lol, so it was a good day. I enjoyed it.
Sayonara =)

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Assalam o alaikum readers,Yesterday was a busy day. I really wanted to update yesterday, but due to my headache (my eternal friend), I couldn't.
I had a three-hour Business class yesterday, from 8-11, which Alhamdo-lillah, reduced to two hour. Actually, I had a test from 8 to 9:30 and the class from 9:30 to 11. The topics weren't difficult - HR and communications - but still was baffled by its content. The test, albeit tricky, was easy. I completed it in one hour, instead of one-and-a-half hour. I thought I had saved time, but as always, Dinky Mind doesn't think right! So, I had to study Business's next chapter for my next test. Till 10, I studied, then I grabbed the newspaper and started reading it, when my Accounting teacher came out of nowhere, and asked me if I were free. I was indeed free, but then I also wanted some free time - atleast 15 minutes to refresh my ever-sleepy mind. But the series of my wishful thinking came to an end when the teacher, after clearing his throat, asked me, "So, you're free. Right?" And with half-opened eyes, I replied, "Yes, Sir." Then I started doing MCQs; something which I hate doing. I made the silliest mistakes as my mind's cog-wheels refused to move when I seriously wanted them to run fast. Urgh! That happens when you've slept at 3 in the morning. Anyway, after Awful Accounting, I had my Economics class from 11:15 to 12. After studying the most boring topic, I decided to finally have a break and eat something. But I was shocked to see a ten-rupee note sitting alone in my pocket. I didn't want to spend that for refreshment purpose, because I had to use them as my bus fare. Another Urgh! Actually, on Thursdays I go home early. So, I decided to pack my stuff quickly, reach home soon, and have something to eat in the first instance. I was home by 12:20 or something,
Alhamdo-lillah. I don't remember for what reason I opened my bag, and then, to my ultimate excitement, I found a burger in it. 'Where did this come from?', I questioned myself. After thinking for some 10 minutes, I finally found out that in the morning, when I was in great hurry, my mommese just stuffed it inside the bag. "Ohhooo", I slapped my forehead and sighed. Then, I ate it quickly.
Now, I'll tell you what happened with me in the afternoon. Mommese and I went for shopping. We had to buy a lot of things, so we surveyed the market alot yesterday. All the time, my mommese was saying to me, "Walk straight... Don't bump into her... For heaven's sake, use your eyes..." At times, she would even hold my hand and then walk. Man, I seriously don't know how to walk in bazaars, probably because I am not much into this shopping business. Once, when I was walking up the stairs, I stumbled and fell badly. That reminded me of Murphy's law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and at the worst possible time. Whenever I fall - at college or bazaar - it is bound to happen in front of the whole world, infact the number of people who witness my downfall, literally, is directly proportional to my how embarrassing my fall is. Ufff...that is damn annoying!
So, Thursdays are usually not my lucky days. This law, it seems, follows my Thursdays.
Cheerio!

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Assalam o alaikum readers,
I don't know for how many more weeks will I be enthralled by this 'examination tension period'. I am seriously fed up by this little, insipid chain of my courses - Business, Accounting, Economics, and (occasionally) G.P. Nothing else to do in life. But then, these four courses seem to me like strong walls which have enclosed me from almost every direction. I mean, I can't even see a ray of enjoyment. And even, if by chance, I get some time for enjoyment, the thought of these four courses prick me like four-hundred sharp needles and take away all the joy and happiness from me. I, who used to be a care free girl, have now suddenly turned into a tension
friendly student! Why? Why? Why? Why the coign of vantage has suddenly disappeared from me?The past few days have affected my life so much so that I dream of my exams, my awful prospective grades, only. I want to get out of this incubus. I don't know what to do. I haven't formulated any sort of timetable for my exams. This is because this CIE (Cambridge International Examination) people are testing our (especially my) patience. Why can't they just
reveal the dates? What is taking so long? Why, according to them, the end of Sept. is the most appropriate time to disclose the dates, when they even know that our exams start from the second week of Oct.? Uh..why? Why ain't my mind absorbing all the course work that I need to prepare? Why, after every 4 days, I am affected by this cough and sneeze virus? Why, because of this virus, I can't/don't study? When will this acidulous headache learn to stop aching and give me a few seconds of pure relaxation? When will things in my life start to get straight again? I don't know from when, all of a sudden, I have grown so helpless, so pessimistic? I know I will be able to get out of this traumatic situation soon, but again, when?

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Hey readers,
One day, at college, Xak was feeling ultra sleepy. After attending her Chemistry class, she came to me, and the following conversation took place:

Xak: Ya Allaaaaah! I'm dead tired. I want something to make me alive. Ooo-mema, tell me something, yaar. Help meeeee...
Me (always with the same solution): Go and sleep!
Xak: Sleep?!? Who will study Physics after fifteen minutes?
Me: Our classmates!
Xak: Tch. Toba hay! Suggest me a better alternative. We have to study electricity today.
Me: You can't.
Xak: Why?
Me: 'cuz your own fuse ain't working today.
Xak: Hmmm...true.
After some time, I noticed a flicker of hope in her eyes, and she almost ssscreamed.
Xak: Chai...Chai chahiyay
Me: Ufff...can't you think of a better alternative?
Xak: Ooo-mema, you'll find it 'The Best' alternative once you start drinking tea.
Me: Uh! wateva.
Then, she ran and, I walked to the cafe. After having a refreshing mug of tea, she declared, "All my prayers are to the person who first made tea and publicised it. Tea is something without which I can't live. I am alive. Jeeyo hazaroon saal, Mr. or Miss tea-maker."
That day, she actually 'enjoyed' her classes.

A few days ago, I was also thinking about the thing wihtout which I can't live. I came to the conclusion that I can't live without chips. Although:
"Chips, chips, chips,
I love chips,
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Munch, munch, munch,
Ammi, abbu say pyara, (now this ain't true)
Hamara jeenay ka sahara,
Chips, chips, chips."
But then eating chips 4 times a day, everyday, seems to me toooo much. (I'm comparing this frequency with Xak's tea statistics) Then, I thought, I can't live without an 'afternoon sleep' (I'm not talking about a nap, siesta, catnap, undermeal, or a snooze. I'm using the term 'sleep...a sound, refreshing sleep'). Ahhh...and this reason seemed quite valid to me. My mind refuse to work if my sleep counter show figures below 6 hours. Whenever, I lie on the bed at 3 in the afternnoon, ohhh, I feel sooo thankful to Allah for making aafternoons and evenings for us to sleep. I know, you must be thinking, How stupid. Noone can live without sleeping. But, tell you something, I just love to sleep. I mean, I act weird if my sleep-o-meter show weird figures, such as 4, 5, even 6. You all, being ingenious bloggers, must have deciphered that I havent slept (in the afternoon) from the past Three days. That makes me feel more sleepy and a lot more weirdo!

Now, you have to tell me the thing(s) without which you can't live.

Byeee (zzZZzzZZzzZZzzZZzz)

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Hi readers, Today, after almost a week, I went to college. Many people didn't know my result, so as they found me today, they became excited and started asking me questions (whoa! I am famous...hehe). Had there been a camera, I would have been on TV then, as they say, "Anyone can get an A, but getting 98% is not an easy job". So, folks I have written down some of the questions that I remember, and the answers I gave/ wanted to give.

Q- Tumharay to parents khushi say pagal ho gai hongay?! =)
A- Nahi, pagal to nahi huay. They're MashaAllah still sane. =

Q- (In a totally incredulous state) Oh, you got an A in A Level Urdu. What did you write in it? =)
A- All french! =)

Q- I have heard if your paper is neat and clean, you are awarded marks for that. Is this true? =
A- Cent percent true! I kept my paper neat __no mark of pen or pencil, and see I got 98%... all for neatness!!!. The two percent were for content, and aww, I lost 'em.

Q- (eyes gaped in amazement) 98%. Distinction?
A- (with a disappointed face) Unfortunately, no!

Q- You must have got distinction. Check, there must be a little star (denoting distinction) like this (*).
A- No, ma'am. There's no star.

Q- No, beta. Check it again. I am sure there is one, like this (*).
A- (totally annoyed) Ok, I will. And if I don't find any, don't worry, I will make one (gave that Umema-Siddiqi trademark smile and slid away)

Q- Girly, you've got brains! =)
A- Really?! Where, where? =

Q- I have heard that you people are allowed to take books inside the centre only in Paper III. Did you take any help from it? =
A- Hoa yeah! after completing my paper, I read 'Umrao Jan Ada'__ a novel which I didn't read for exams.

Q- (totally shocked to hear that). No...wait...I mean...did you take any 'help' from it? I mean...you...
A- Yes, yes. I am telling you na, I completed my paper 45 minutes earlier, I had nothing to do, so I opened the book and started reading the novel. =)

Q- Did you ever, ever, ever...ever had the idea of getting 98%? =
A- Oh, I always, always, always...always had the idea of getting 98%. Afterall, I was the one who bribed the examiner. =)

Q- Urdu's so easy. How many days did you study?
A- Days?!? Hellooo... I have been studying Urdu since I was born. 19years x 365 days/year, now calculate yourself.

Q- You got 98%. I am your fan now! =)
A- Please, don't be. I am still suffering from flu. =

Uh...
That's all folks.
Bye for now

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Hello people,
It's a story of last century, that Allah placed a small girl on a soft cloud, pasted the delivery tag "24 August, 1985" on her bald head, sent 2 angels for her care, and kissed and waved her good bye.
A decade has passed, time has changed things, that century is now a history, but the girl is the same, with the same name, lives with the same people, and has still got that same Dinky piece of mind =] Somethings just remain the same.
Oh, people. Last night Xak called me at 12 am. [Wah Xak, you're so punctual]. I was so glad to recieve her call. Since we both were not feeling well, we didn't talk much. Listen readers, did I tell you about the book I recieved as my gift? Well, the book is The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I was so happy when I saw it. I have just started reading it. Seems quite intersting.
Please pray for my health, cuz I am still feeling very down and dead. Seriosuly, I am sick of being sick.
That's all folks.
B'bye

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Hi readers,
wait a seco...*sneezes*....aaatishoo....(Alham do lillah)... OMG...These days I am not feeling well. Today's the fourth day that I am suffering from this killing headache. I just don't know why my head loves to ache to much. Urgh! Furthermore, the frequency of my sneezes and the amplitude of my cough is sharply increasing. I just don't know how to control it. Today, I didn't eat anything, and drank nothing but mugs filled with boiled water. Ohh God, help me. Now, my head seems to be a balloon filled with water only, and if nudged, will burst. I cant even yawn, it
seems to me as if spikes have grown in my throat. Each and every pore of my body is begging for some rest. Ufff...why is this happening with me?
Right now, I've got that mug of water in my one hand, and loadsa tissue papers in the other. (Don't think I'm typing with my toes). My nose is all red, just like a clown's nose. Urgh! I'm sure, in this week, Rose Petal Tissue Paper company will experience a sharp rise in its sales, as I have become their loyal customer.... aaa....3 x aaatishooo....(Alham do lillah)..Triple sneeze, actually! Enough of it now. Man, I just feel like taking off my nose right now...aaa....aatishoo... Iam half dead.
Amigos, please pray for my health.
Merci.
Adieu.

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OoO... so the grades have finally been announced. And whoa... I got an A in Urdu... yeah! at 98%.
Today, at college, when I was having my Business class, my mommese called me, and asked, "so, how are you?" and I was like "Umm...you must be knowing. I mean what about my result? Have you recieved it?" And she said,"Hmm... I have... what did you expect your grade to be?" My heart started drumming real fast at that time, and I stammered, "An A." She said, "Yes, an A at 98%...Congratulations beta". I almost screamed when I heard 98%. Actually, I was somewhat confident in getting an A, but the "98%" part just brought a big smile on my face. I couldn't believe, so I foolishly asked her, "Are you sure? I mean 98...wow...nice...good".
I dont know why, but I had a thought of getting a B at 89% cuz my essay paper didn't go that good as I expected it to be. But Alham do lillah, I am glad that I got an A. In O levels I got 93% in Urdu, so I thought I'd get something in between 90% and 93%, or maybe something below that. But I am more than glad of getting 98%. Oh, Thankyou God.

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She sat all alone with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her fate, and a shower was expected. The fitful spring rain that pattered on the window-pane seemed to sob, "Cry away: I'm with you."

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Hey readers,
Today was a nice day, as compared to yesterday, cuz yesterday I felt extremely sleepy the whole day, but today, I am quite normal. Actually the college reopened yesterday. On Sunday, I was very busy and didn't get the time to organise my things. Some guests came for dinner, when they went, we started cleaning the house. So it was like 1 am or so, when I was relieved. So, then I went to offer prayers. At 1:30, I realised that I had to go to college the next day, so I started searching my books and bag. I found the books but was unable to locate my bag. And oh, I was like running across the house in search of my bag. Then, finally, I found it from my brother's cupboard (I still wonder how did it go there). Anyway, I went to bed at 2 am. Till 3 am, I was awake, just because I had the tension of getting up early. So, the next morning (i.e. Monday), I woke up at 5:30... prayed... went for the morning walk... came back... got ready for college... went to college... and yawned the whole day!!! Yesterday, I realized why our
elders say, "Beta, make a habit of sleeping early". So, I was kind of half dead yesterday, both at college and at home. But, as I said earlier, today was a better day. Went to college....wasted half an hour with my coordinator... then wwent to confirm my class schedule... attended classes... played table tennis (and also won many times...yahooo)... felt like wasting another fifteen minutes, so I again went to my coordinator... didn't get my problem solved... so I was quite angry at her... came back home... slept... woke up after a three-hour sound sleep
(just love that)... completed my assignment (just hate that)... wasted some time on the computer (just had to)... ate dinner... watched Tennis match (not the whole match so I still don't know who won... but I guess Federer will)... and now I am here, a bit angry... cuz my internet got disconnected... too bad!
Oho, did I tell you anything about my results? I've heard we'll get it on 8th or 9th, but I guess it would be 9th. In my case, I believe its 10th, cuz I didn't appear from the college, and so students like me recieve their results a bit late. Uh, everybody, please pray that I get a good grade in Urdu Adab. Now I am kinda scared of my grade, because I am now reminded of the level of language that I used in my paper. *cries* I surely want an A, and if I dont get it, I'm surely going to hammer my head in the pillar. *screams* I want an A... I want an A... I want an A...
cuz I didn't take any help from anybody... I want an A cuz I completed the whole course my self... I want an A cuz I completed it in just 18-20 days. I want an A...cuz I didn't exceed the word limit... I want an A... I want an A... And if I don't get it... It will mean that I dont have a dinky mind, but a RUSTED DINKIEST MIND... *stops screaming*
*starts crying*. Please, please, please pray for me.
Cheerio.

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Assalam o alaikum readers....
I'm here with nothing new. I mean everything is going very plainly...no fun in life...just pain...like the pain in my ear...which has Alham-do-illah reduced a lot...and now I am able to, atleast, act sensible and work properly. A few days ago, the pain intensified so much so that I couldn't keep my face straight for a second. And that's true! My face would always lock in a scowl. Terrible pain it was. And guess what, once my mommese nursed my ear with Dettol ....ssss....painful...isn't it? But at that time she showed some mercy... I mean she didn't press my ear as hardly as she did the second time. And, when the first time, she cleaned my ear with that Dettol-soaked-cotton-bud, I felt a little pain. After that cleaning was over, I started making comical sounds, such as ooooo, whoopsy, meow, meow, meow, yumm, etc. cuz I didn't feel much pain, and I was like 'okay, I can bear that.' But I don't know what happened to her the second time. I guess she just realised that my "quwwat-e-bardaasht" is very good =) When she started cleaning my ear, I just stuffed my dupatta in my mouth, so that my screams could not be heard outside.  And at that time, I was tightly holding my sister's hands, and was also occasionally kicking her *I'm sorry*  I hope you realise how painful it was. Tears meandering down my burning cheeks.

When my mommese finished that "surgery", she showed me the thread which she "plucked out", and also the tissue paper, and cotton bud, and said calmly, "See, nothing happened. Everything will be ok soon. Stay calm. Stay cool." But readers, you don't know me. My perfect eye sight just scanned the tissue paper, and I almost jumped when I fired a question, "What is this??? These little red drops??? Blood???" And before she could answer, I again started crying. Oh, the worst pain of my life. But now, as I said earlier, my ear is healing, and I'm quite relieved.  

In the end, I'd say, "I'm glad that with the grace of God, and the efforts of my mommese, everything is quite serene now. I'm happy that from now onwards, I'd be able to study ('cuz that unbearable pain kept me away from all of my activities). I'd also say that my mommese is THE BEST mom in the whole world. Thankyou mommese."

Cheerio.

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O hi everybody. Just came to tell you that I have got my ears peirced (pierced??? dunno). Anyway, i have just stopped screaming because some moments ago I tried to move the thread, and oh...ssss....that hurts! Now, I cant think of looking at my threaded ears...
Furthermore, I havent eaten french fries for 2 weeks...2 weeks make 14 days....14 days make half month...and half month makes me craxieee....

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Assalam o alaikum readers,
Today, it rained here in Karachi, yaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!! Now the weather is very pleasant, the way I want it to be. Quite energizing.
Oh, did I tell you, I made some sketches. One of them is of a door lock, and a key, and I like it very much, because I didn't expect it to be so neat. Both the lock and the key give a 'shahana' look, as if they're taken out of a palace or something, I dunno!
Anyway, nothing new, but intezaar. Just waiting for my stupid vacations to end. And my stupidest (stupidest???) result to come in my trembling hands. aaaaaaaaaaaaa....and oh, please don't forget to pray for my upcoming stupidested exams.
Urgh!

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Hey readers, I got this stuff from a forwarded mail, so I decided to post it here, as I dont have anything to ppost...( My Battery Is Low) Enjoy!!!!

01-Leave the copy machine set to 99 copies, reduce 200%, extra dark, 17-inch paper.
02-In the memo field of all your checks, write, "for sensual massage."
03-Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."
04-If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking with others.
05-Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.
06-Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions, "to keep them tuned up."
07-Reply to everything someone says with, "that's what YOU think."
08-Practice making fax and modem noises.
09-Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and copy them to your boss.
10-Make beeping noises when you back up.
11-Finish all your sentences with the words, "in accordance with prophecy."
12-Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.
13-Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
14-Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
15-Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."
16-Staple papers in the middle of the page.
17-Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.
18-Honk and wave to strangers.
19-Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat the complimentary mints by the cash register.
20-TYPE ONLY IN UPPERCASE.
21-type only in lowercase.
22-dont use any punctuation either
23-Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute entire streets.
24-Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."
25-As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
26-Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce, "No, wait -- I messed it up." Then repeat.
27-Ask people what gender they are.
28-While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.
29-Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
30-Sing along at the opera.
31-Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
32-Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, then scribble their answers in a notebook and mutter something about "psychological profiles."
33-Tell your friends that you can't attend their party, five days prior to the event, because you're "not in the mood."
34-And the final way to annoy people...
Copy this stuff and send this to everyone in your email address book even if they sent it to you or ask you not to send things like this.

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Oh, I'm so glad Federer won Wimbledon. He is the best player!!!!
Yesterday, when me and my brother were watching the match, he (my brother) plainly said,"Your player is not in a good form today. I don't think he'll win". I just mumbled,"yeah, seems so". But inside, I was praying for him to win. My brother was supporting Roddick, as he was playing very good at that time, but I was ,as always, supporting Federer. The first set Federer lost (4-6)[urgh], and in the second, when Roddick broke his serve (when the score was 4-4), I thought, now he can't win. I was getting too disappointed by his game. So, once I decided to switch off the TV and get ready for the dinner. I was constantly praying for his success (I am saying as if I'm his coach =). Khair, I came back from the dinner and asked my younger brother about the match. He said, "I don't know". I almost screamed at him,"What were you doing then?" He fired back, "Playing PS". I started cursing that stupid PS. I was quite tired and angry so I went to bed early. And now in the morning, after Fajr prayers, I'm here on the net. First opened Wimbledon's site, while it was loading, I was thinking what will I see next? Roddick holding the trophy??? NOOOO... Oh, the site finally opened and I read, "Federer Finesse Foils Roddick" and saw Roger kissing the trophy. Wow, so my prayers worked! I was glad, and I still am. Yay!!!
So, nothing new today, except that I'm planning, just planning to study Awful Accounting, and also planning to sketch something. Letsee, if I succeed in my plans!
Adios Amigos.

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Oh, why am I soooo very sleepy today? I think, I slept in the morning and then in the evening, too. Let me count my sleeping hours...1...2...3...in the morning and 1...2...3...in the evening...that makes 6 hours...
*with eyes gaped in amazement* Did I say 6 hours? They are lessssss...what about the other 2 hours? Where are they? I'm going to sleep right away. Furthermore, there seems to be a serious kind of problem with my head. I don't know why it loves to ache so much. *frowns*. Anyway, I must tell you how I spent (better say spoilt) my day. Last night, I searched a lot, almost about everything (I know I'm exaggerating, but I did search a lot). Then I made changes to my new site (which I do almost everyday). Then studied few words of Econ. (when I say few, I mean it!!!). Then, I felt hungry, so I went downstairs to get myself something good. And I found an Ice-cream...yummm...(mouth watering, isn't it)? When I came back to my study room, I kept it on the table and got busy in search work. After 5 minutes, I saw something on the table. Without giving much importance, I turned my eyes back to computer screen. And as it happens in the cartoons, something clicked my mind and at once I turned my head to 90 degrees left, in the direction of the table. There I saw that that something wasn't anything else but my Ice-cream, which I forgot to un-wrap and eat!!! Yeh to mera haal hay...tch tch tch. Rusted Dinky Mind. I almost screamed, and started to un-wrap it (it was ice-cream stick). It started melting. It had to melt. So, I started licking it (ewww) without wasting a second. When I went to wash my hands, I found my face streaked with that melted ice-cream....sssss....urgh! Even my little brother, 7, eats with some manner...I mean, he doesn't smudges the way I did. Although, I didn't do it intentionally, still, I looked horrible! Don't wanna discuss it anymore.
Then, I went for my usual morning walk, and noticed nothing new. Came back home, refreshed myself and recharged myself with frrrrrench frrrrries...and Hershey's miniature chocs...just yummy! Then, I started reading a book. And at almost 8 I went to sleep (yeah, you must be thinking I'm not human). Then woke up in the morning (now that's the strangest thing). I mean I slept at 8 and woke up at 11. Miracle! Then wasted my time in the best possible way. And when in the evening I felt sleepy, I again went to sleep (I had to). Then woke up again, studied, wasted time, didn't watch TV, jumped and hopped, screamed, and now I'm here, holding my head as this severe head-ache is killing me. Urgh!
Now, I'm feeling sleepy, hungry, thirsty and exhausted at the same time. My mind is completely blocked now, and I don't know what to do and what not to do.
Readers, don't forget to note the time at which I am posting...I am like that *sighs and walks away*

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Assalam o alaikum readers,
I have made a new blog. Actually, I decided to make it in Nov. (after my exams), but then last night I just made a new one! Wow...I'm glad.
The address is:
http://siddiqah.blogspot.com
(yeah, another site on blogspot).
I will be posting stuff on this blog, too.
Gotta go now.
Have a nice day.
Bye bye...

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Assalam o alaikum readers,
Yesterday was a very good day, Alhamdolillah. Actually, last night I chatted with my 2 classmates...We had great fun. We talked about all good things and all dumb things and laughed a lot...I still miss college...When will my idiotic vacations end??? I'm tired of being bored now!!!uhhh....I miss all the things about college...all those friendly rivalries, that table-tennis area, our common room *smiles*, our basketball court, those benches, those trees laden with white flowers, our (baychaaray) teachers, our juniors (radars, actually), our aquarium-type class room (it has half-dozen windows). Oh, how can I forget that cafe, where we'd sit for hours and hours and talk about everything, and the library(the best place for a nice nap =), and that ever-screaming librarian, and then there's this vast ground, wherewe'd play base ball, and some stupid games (pithu garam, kho-kho; to name a few). Oh, I miss everything.
Today was also a very good day. I chatted again with those two dumb and dumber, and talked to Barry too...wow...The good thing about today is I did NOT study a word...OMG, now I dont think its a 'good' thing, cuz I have to revise my Econ. by the end of this month...I'm completely dead. *slaps her forehead*.
At night, I went out in my porch for some walk, but then I found my lil bro's scooty there, so I started having fun with it. Although, I crashed into the wall thrice and fell in the lawn four times, but still I didn't stop.*now my legs hurt..oooh* I drove it for some half an hour or so. And once it started drizzling too...Ooo, it was just wonderful! And you know what, when I was enjoying that time, my neighbour's girl stepped out in her terrace and started staring at me. She was amazed to see a 17 year old girl driving a lil scooty at 11 in the night. I really felt like saying,"Madame, what is your problem? Just do your own work and let me do mine...and also stop staring at me". Heaven's goodness, she went in after a few minutes. But I enjoyed very much
Oh, I guess I am missing something...YES, my drugs, the drug that keeps me alive... You're right, those are my yummy FRENCH FRIES!!!! Needa go now.
Keep praying for me...
Byeeeee....

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There is a sale on any item, you buy 100 of them.

You have a 'Singer Brother' sewing machine at home.

Your mother has a minor disagreement with her (or your dad's) sister and doesn't talk to her for ten years.

You call an older person you've never met before "uncle".

You hide everything from your parents.

Your mother does everything for you if you are male.

You do all the housework and cooking if you are female! (dont u just hate that girls?)

Everyone is a family friend.

Everyone always called you for help on homework.

You know no one who has studied music.

You went to a university as far away from home as possible.

You like the meat well done.

You fight over who pays the dinner bill.

You say you hate Indian films(/songs) but secretly watch(/hear) them with your parents.

You teach Westerners swearwords in your language (yes, you know who you are!)

You order Indian food in your own language to impress the people you're with but the waiters don't understand you.

You avoid public places when with a member of the opposite sex, especially if there is an acquaintance within a 250 miles radius.

You always say "open the light" instead of "turn the light on".

You're walking out of customs with your trolley at the airport and you see all twenty-five members of your family who have come to pick you up.

You get very upset when airlines refuse to accept your luggage which is just 80 lbs. overweight.

You go back to your parents' country and people treat you like a member of...the royal family.

You ask your dad a simple question and he tells you story of how he had to walk miles barefoot just to get to school.

(For females) You're parents would freak out if you wore a crop top baring your midriff...but wearing a sari is perfectly acceptable!

Your brother had no curfew while you had to be home at 11pm

Your parents have nicknames but only because people they work with just stop when trying to read their names

You have annoying nicknames like Chotu, Guddu, Munni, Nannhi, Chicku, Baby,or Babblu(lots more to add here)

Your parents call all your friends "Beta" whether they are Pakistani or not

Your parents are panicking if you aren't married and you turn 25

Either you really like Pakistanis of the opposite sex or you can't stand them

Your mother measures wealth in gold and diamonds

Your parents drink 6 cups of tea a day

Your friends could not explain your religion to someone if they tried

You could not explain your religion to someone if you tried

You have cousins you have never met, whose names you don't know, but who insist they're related to you, even though they bear NO resemblance to...anyone YOU know.

Your parents push the concept of an arranged marriage on you and try and demonstrate how well it works whenever they're not fighting.

Your parents compare you to all of their friends' kids.

You notice that whenever you go to another Pakistani's house, your parents always talk about work and business.

The second you pull out of someone's driveway, your parents start talking...about them.

No one ever seems to call ahead of time to say they are coming over for a visit.

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*Takes her head in her hands*. I just feel like taking off my head and keeping it on a nice, soft cushion for some rest. Some past few days had been very hectic, so much so that I was unable to find time for some peace n rest. I've got piles and piles pf pending work, and I don't know how to lessen that load. Some of the work that I still have to do includes:

1- Studies.*sighs*I have to complete my Econ. by the end of this month. Only revision, some MCQs, and some case studies are left. So, what have I done??? *screams* almost 50% of every of my course is left for me to complete. Will I ever be able to complete that in the next 3-4 months??? I'm afraid, no. and my exams are just 3-4 months away. Heck. [I wanna die].

2- Books. I have to buy some 5-6 novels and books for my G.P. paper. [ Who has got the time to read all of them]?

3- Updating of blog. I have to make some changes in my blog. [Oh, its too time-consuming].

4- I have to go for shopping. [another time-consuming task].

5- Have to meet a lot of people. [ That means I'll have to paste that fake Umema-Siddiqi-trademark smile on my face??? No way]

6- Have to filter my mailbox and reply my friends. [Sorry Barry for late replies].

7- Have to assemble all my books and notebooks and to dump them in an accessible place. [Uffff].

8- Have to write my daily diary. [ I guess the word weekly or monthly would best replace the word daily].

9- Have to search universties for my undergraduate studies. [Oh, I hate studies].

10- Have to call Xak. I miss her so much. [ Well Xak, why don't you call me? You've got my number and you're even free these days].

11- Have to read the newspaper and the magazine. [ I'm sure it will be flooded with news related to bomb blasts, killing of innocent people, and terrorism and senseless advertisements...tch tch tch].

12- Have to eat fries to re-charge myself. [Maybe I'm addicted, I'm out of control, but you're the drug that keeps me from dying].

Oh, after reading such a long list, my head is starting to spin like a CD. *rests her head on the keyboard*

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People please pray for me...
B'bye. *falls asleep*...zzzzzzzzzzzz

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The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored.
To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all.
To have someone you care about so much throw a party... and not tell you about it.
When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation.
To have people think that you don't care.
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten.
To be left in the dust after another's great achievement.
To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi".
When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.
For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.
When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you.
Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?
Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?
Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life.
Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them.
If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.
You will simply be ignored...
forgotten...
as you have done to others.

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In the sultry, debilitating heat of high summer, my face shone with damp pallor of a slight indisposition. I lazily walked on a dreary tract towards an unknown destination. On my way I thought that I've spent all my life in unravelling the knots of my glued memories, but have I ever succeeded? 'NO'. Have I ever been able to escape from the unforgettable experiences of my life? 'NO'. The word intermittently blared in my head. "Why me? Why me only in this whole world?" I started fighting with my own self. Tumbled into my thoughts, I finally stepped on the stairs of my destination. CHRISTIAN CEMETERY. The board revealed. My footsteps sounded hollow as I entered the sun-drenched cemetery. As I stared at my surrounding, a strange and very beautiful tree came across my sight. A tree I had never seen before. It had scarlet-shaded leaves and oyster white, bell-shaped flowers. The combination attracted me so much that I, at once, started walking towards it. Its shadow was extremely soothing in that scorching heat. I sat there cross-legged, my hands cupped my face and my memory scudded across my mind. I delved into the fine cafe au lait-shaded sand and scrutinized it by worming my slender fingers through it. It resulted in the formation of a small crater. I sat there staring at it with blank eyes. In that I saw that the bitter memories of my life have enlarged the armoury of my sentiments. So, then, I decided to bury all my hopes, all my dreams in it. For I knew the diminutive crater can only hold a tiny part of my melancholic life, but still I tried. A little optimism was still left in my vision. Deep, silent moans and screams reverberated off the eau de nil walls of the cemetery as I lowered my grief-struck past into the dry, dead sand. The constant whine of cicadas in the avenues of planted trees was providing a shrill accompaniment to the shrieking of unseen birds and all these tropical sounds seemed to be amplified in my ears by the unnatural stillness of the cemetery. Sadness and grief had seeped into my being and was now flowing through my eyes in the form of tears. I slowly mixed the gloom-enriched crystal beads with tawny sand. It made a perfect mahagony-shaded mixture. I flattened the mixture with my trembling hands, and with the help of a small stick, carved on it: GRAVEYARD OF MY HOPES. I gazed at the fallen, dead flowers till they dissolved in a blur of tears. I closed my eyes and squeezed back the tears that threatened to fall. The atmosphere of quiet tranquility which embraced the cemetery seemed to deepen; the whine of cicadas and the screeching of birds became subdued. I felt the warmth of the sunlight on my heavy eyelids and finally closed them forever. A deadly silence spread its cloak over the charnel house.

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You Know You're Asian/Pakistani If:

your parents still tried to get you into places half-price saying
you were 12 when you were really 15.

you ask your parents help on one math problem and 2 hours later
they're still lecturing.

everyone thinks you're "Indian" no matter what part of South Asia
our ancestors were from.

your parents enjoy comparing you to their friends' kids.

your parents say, "Don't forget your heritage."

you drive mostly Japanese cars.

you've learned to keep bargaining even if the prices are rock bottom.

you know what's going to happen in every Hindi movie before it happens

you've never gotten little red envelopes around February.

piles of shoes tend to make it hard to open the front, back and closet
doors.

at least one family member wears black wire/plastic frame glasses

your parents hover over your tired, caffeine-drugged body at 12
midnight to say, "In India (or other native country), we studied
even more."

your parents expect you'll be best friends with any one off the
street in any given area as long as they are Asian.

an Asian woman comes on campus and people ask: "Is that your mother?
Well then, is it your sister?"

your parents say, "Calculus? I took calculus in 8th grade!!"

everyone thinks you're good at math.

your aunts and uncles bring you back adorable clothing From Asia
with fuzzy bunnies, vinyl ducks and English words that make no
sense, in great colors like yellow, pink, magenta, orange and the
ever popular lime green.

your parents insist you marry within your race.

you either really, really want to go to NYU or really, really
want to stay away from it

your parents have never kissed you

"You want a stereo!" When I was your age, I didn't even have shoes!!"

you have to call just about all your parent's friends "Auntie and
Uncle."

you have 12+ aunts and uncles from both your mother's and your
father's side

at expensive restaurants, you order a delicious glass of water
for your beverage and NEVER order dessert.

you will most likely be taller than your parents.

your parents have either made you play the piano, the violin or both.

you get nothing if you do well in school, but crapped on if you don't

when going to other peoples' houses, you always have to bring a gift.

your family owns a tennis racquet.

your family owns butcher knives bigger than your head.

your parents tell you about how long it took for them to get to
school, how horrible the weather was in their native country, and
how much they still appreciated going

your parents buy you clothes and shoes many sizes too big so you
can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come."

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Assalam o alaikum readers.
Did you hear about 2 bomb blasts that happened in Karachi, Pakistan today (Wednesday, May 26, 2004)? You must have! And you know what, today I was going towards that area. On my way, I got to know about these blasts. I called my mom, and she asked me to come back home as soon as possible. This blast happened near Pakistan American Cultural Centre (PACC).
Is that the way we'll live rest of our lives in such a metropolitan city? I mean after every two or three days we see newspapers filled with these kind of informations. These kind of bomb blasts have become so common that we rarely pay attention towards them. We see people saying "Oh, another blast, tch tch tch. So sad" and the story ends! We are not even bothered about reading the details of the incidents. What we do, we open up the newspaper, turn the page, see 2-3 photographs of the victims, say slowly "Haww, too bad", turn the page, and read sports or business news, whichever we like. That's it. Or if we are watching television, on channel flipping we realize that a bomb has been exploded at blah blah blah place, and blah blah blah number of people are injured and dead, and that's it! Then we switch to our desired channel and watch it peacefully. Are we all humans or not? If we are, then why dont we care about our brothers and sisters who become the victims of these blasts daily? Why don't we just visit them and ask about their healths, or even help them financially? Ok, I understand we can't visit all of them, but can't we just raise our voices against all these terrorizing acts? Can't we write articles to make people realize about hte current situation? Can't we make them stand up against the violaters, against the terrorists? Can't we make them learn a lesson from what's happening in the world these days?
Oh, I wish we could. I wish we could make all the terrorists believe that whatever they are doing is not good, will not produce any good result in today's world and the hereafter. I wish we could make them realize that the handsome amounts of money they get as a reward are nothing, are completely useless. I wish we could make them feel the softer side of their hearts; the kind, the innocent side.
Lets all pray for a peaceful world; a serene environment. May Allah guide us all, show us the straight way, the way of those whom He has blessed; who have not incurred His wrath, nor gone astray. Aameen.

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Assalam o alaikum readers,

So, my exams went well, quite good, Alham dolillah. Paper II and III went good, but in paper IV, I felt a bit nervous. But then, everything went well. Paper IV includes all poetry, novels, dramas and short stories. And we have to write a lot of high-standard Urdu. Ufff...dimagh khaali ho jaata hay...toba toba.

Well, I can't think of any thing new right now, except that my next A Levels sitting is after just 4-5 months, and for that I have to work hard. Yaar, I hate to study. And when it comes to math, you know, I'm a mathphobic. I haven't started a word of math and the paper is after 4 months...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm dead!

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Tension...tension...tension...
My exams are starting from 10th May. People please pray for me.
I'll be back in a week Insha ALlah.

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For every last bruise you gave me,
For every time I sat in tears,
For the million ways you hurt me,
I just wanna tell you this.
You broke my world,
Made me strong.
Thankyou.
Messed up my dreams,
Made me strong,
Thankyou.

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It seemed that everything was searching its destination, as the rejuvenating beams sank in the saffron-shaded sea. The bright yellow colour of the large blazing ball slowly faded into a russet orange. After shining for a day, the gilded sun was finally, and lazily bidding adieu. With it, birds were also making their way home to enjoy a peaceful, sound sleep. They were flying across the sky; their streaming flight added beauty to the silhoutted fireball. It seemed the sky was now arrayed in a beautiful gown of orange-red with a faint glimmering of the stars studded on its hem. With the decreasing brightness, my soaring melancholy reached its acme. The same tradition continues__ the day was ending. The golden beams invited the silver ones to wear the tiara of sovereignty and spread its inspirational light.

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During the late fifties there were two senior officers in the Navy who had identical initials to their names. Both were RU's. The first was Captian RU Bajwa, commanding Himalaya at Manora, the other was Commander RU Khan, commanding a destroyer.
In those days telephones were rare commodities in the Dockyard and at Manora. One day one RU telephoned the other and it turned out to be one of the most memorable telephone conversations of the Navy.

When the telephone rang, CO Himalaya picked up the reciever and, in the correct service manner, identified himself to the caller by stating his name instead of using the internationally unhelpful word Hello.
"RU Bajwa," he said.
There was a moment's hesitation at the other end of the line, then the caller said, "No. I'm not Bajwa. I want to speak to him."
"RU Bajwa here."
"Here or there, I tell you I am not Bajwa. I am RU Khan."
"Are you RU Khan?"
"Of course, I am RU Khan. Who the hell are you?"
"RU Bajwa"
"Are you deaf? How many times do I have to tell you__ I AM NOT BAJWA !"
This went on till the inevitable __ "SIR??!!"

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The thirst for her blood drove me near her house. The clock ticked eleven loudly behind me, informing me that she was about to leave her house for a party. I had made a perfect plan to murder the person who had devastated my hopes; my dreams. Memories of what she had done swept me over like a strong ocean wave. With clenched teeth, I paced back and forth, desperately waiting for her. A quarter moon hung lazily on the swaying treetops. A single street light casted a harsh yellow glow between the black shadows. I glanced at the clock tower behind me and realized that ten minutes had already been passed. I looked at the shining blade of my dagger, which I hoped to be smeared in red, gleaming blood after some time. An evil grin spread over my face. I scanned the place closely to spot her, and finally I did. There she came walking slowly towards the thick, old tree, behind which, I was hiding. Strands of shimmering dark hair covered one side of her face. As she moved past the tree, I leapt out and held her tightly with a rope. I stared in her frightening eyes, took the sharpened knife, and with a feeling of immence hatred, I stabbed her with my full strength. She tried to yell, but I had covered her face. She let a groan from deep within her soul. She gritted her teeth against the pain. I stabbed her again with more ferocity, as her face reminded me of of my bitter, unforgettable past. I saw the colour drain from her cheeks. She closed her eyes and squeezed back the tears that threatened to fall. The blood streamed down her body onto the newly-painted pavement. Her breaths came in convulsive gasps. A gust of wind made the trees whisper the story of my success. The last silver streak of the moon disappeared behind the black cloud. The fog blanketed the town, turning the streets lamp into misty blurs of yellow light. It was all over. Happiness spread into my being as a smile came across my face. A deadly silence spread its cloak over the darkened night.

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