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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