Ritz came at my place yesterday. We had to study Course ABC, but we ended up studying Course XYZ! And that's how our day went:

• we messed up the room with our books.
• turned on the AC.
• acted sane for a lil while.
• and then got back to our normal selves :P
• decided what to study.
• wasted time
• studied a lil.
• sent bro to get photocopies.
• had lunch like we've not eaten anything in years =D
• waited for chai time
• Ritz ate almost all the Rainbow Cupcakes and didn't let me eat =( :P
• Nav got pissed off that we didn't let him know we're having a GS session at my place
• and he started crying :D
• we then started talking about cakes and I showed her Lala's cake book.
• And then we saw flower arrangement books.
• and started talking about flower exhibitions.
• then I brought my Mac delight
• and we started watching songs.
• and then we took (more than 100) pictures - all silly :P
• then Abeer came and we took even more pictures =D
• then Ritz' momma came and I went to drop her at the gate.

And then I studied... :P




And this is our scary side :P

Cheerio folks =)

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I need a few passport-size photographs for university. The stock of my photographs (taken 6 years ago) finished just a few days back. Thankfully I'm still the same after these six long years, as opposed to Momin :P But sadly, I lost the negative of those pictures :( So, today I had to go to the photographer for new passport-size photos.


Either the photographer uncle had some parallax error with his eyes or there really is a problem with my neck. I sit with a straight neck, but the photographers always say, "Beta, keep your neck straight...and blah blah blah". And then when I struggle to keep it straight, they go like, "Now please tilt your neck a lil on the right". I mean what the heck!!!! And then, when I tilt it on MY right, they angrily say, "Betaaaa, on MY right side!" Such things make me so furious! I grit teeth and get ready for the damn photograph. :@

Another problem that I face is of my head-scarf. The photographers want my eyes and eyebrows to be prominent in the picture. And my scarf hides half of my not-so-long or beautiful eyebrows. And I find it really annoying to adjust my scarf. Because if I do, I feel my face to be popping out of the scarf :/


I remember when I went for my Driver's License photo. The guy did not bother to inform me and clicked the camera. I've got THE worst picture on my license! And I have to keep the damn thing with me for a good number of years :/

Cheerio folks =|

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I'm so sleep deprived these days :/ Daily I sleep around 2 am or so :/ Today I got home around 6 :/ Final exams are starting in a week and I'm not a teeny bit prepared :/ Dayum! Kia banay ga mera? It seems like all my effort of the past 4 years will go down the drain. I don't want to get the same kind of GPA I got in the first semester - 3.25 - the lowest ever! This time I've got just 4 courses. Yes, JUST four! And I don't feel like studying for them. Those who know what I am up to these days will definitely pray for me and my next 2-3 years :D All those thinking otherwise should shun those silly ideas :D

Oh, guess what, I made these coconut-chocolate tarts on Bushi's birthday. *sigh* Lil brothers are so annoying and so demanding =( And sistas like me always whine and then happily fulfill all of their demands too :P *hah* Silly we :D



Okay, okay, okay. Now get back to the point. I said I needed some sleep.

So, chee ya all.

*yawns*

Cheerio folks =)

PS: That's our uni catty =)
PPS: My ultra silly, stupid, foolish (that's enough!) brothers ate all the tarts! I just got to eat 2, wo bhee yesterday =( *boohoo*

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To: Dearest Daddy
Address: The biggest castle in Heaven.
Date: May 24, 2009 (Earth Standard Time)

Shweetest Papa,

Today was Bushi's birthday. And I made these cookies and cheese-stuffed pizza, AND coconut-chocolate tarts :D How do the cookies look like? Cutie na? I was itching to make them the day I saw this recipe on Leemz blog. And today I just did :D When 4 months ago you brought these cutie cookie cutters, I was dying to have a cookie recipe and use those cutters. And today I just did :) Although after making these cookies and tarts I could barely stand, but I totally enjoyed trying out these new recipes =)




And I'm missing you way too much today. =( Every time I make something new or scrumptious I miss you. You always used to love it and would appreciate it with a pat on my back =( I wish you were here. =( I'm sending these cookies. Do share them with your friends and let me know if they like it or not =) I'd send more if they do =D

Keep praying for your silly daughter =)

Tataz =)

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Around a million weeks ago, Ritz and I planned to go out for lunch with Jaj and Sana. But Jajo and Sana are two hell-busy women, and they aren't a big fan of Subway either, so our plan would flop every time Ritz and I would chime to go to Subway.


Today we had to pay our fee at Faysal Bank, Gulshan branch. After our classes (around 11:30 am), Ritz and I quickly left for the bank. On our way, we passed by Subway. And as usual I whined to have Subway. Before I could throw tantrums (while driving), Ritz assured me that on our way back, we'd surely have it. :D So, we went to the bank and got our work done in 10 minutes. Then we headed to Subway and ordered Chicken Tikka and Chicken BBQ sandwich. And we ordered it in Parmesan Oregano bread. Oh yum yummm yummmm. And we got it extra spicy (and without sliced tomatoes and cucumber :/) with extra yummy pickles and a very generous amont of sauces! [Heck! I'm feeling hungry again :/]. We ate it without uttering a word. Dayum! We were so hungry and were totally loving it. [Every time I eat a Subway, I say the same thing] :P

It's Chicken Teriyaki sandwich (shown above) is the bestttt! But next time, I'm gonna try the Roasted Chicken breast sandwich on the same Parmesan Oregano bread! Sssss.... I wanna go again to Subway... Right NOW!!!!

Okay, okay, okay. Back to the Subway now. Oh, and did I tell you it's so much fun to lick your sauce-dipped fingers? Yummm!!! :P Do try it someday. Just don't care who's watching you or not. Enjoy your food your way! ;) Oh, and after we had our heavenly scrumptious lunch, I dropped Ritz at her place and headed home. =D

Cheerio folks =)

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This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its customer-care executive. A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors: This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of ice cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies, so every night, after we've eaten the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.

It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start.

If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine.

I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds: "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"

The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.

The engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start.

Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.

And towards this end he began to take notes, he jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas used, time to drive back and forth etc. In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor. Now, the question for the engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time. Once time became the problem and not the vanilla ice-cream, the engineer quickly came up with the answer: "Vapor lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still to hot for the vapor lock to dissipate. Remember: Even crazy-looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.

Moral: Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting in sincere effort

Cheerio folks =)

PS: Thanks Kadnan bhai =)

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Went to the range today after a long time. Met the new coach, who asked me some million and 2 times why can't I not come to the range in the morning. *sigh* So today I used the smaller target and tried my shots on it. In the picture below, you can see the smaller one placed on the larger one. Shot 7 bullets. One of them went out of the board, and 6 made it to the target :D Had I practised on the larger target board, all of my bullets would've made it to the black rings. But from now on, I'd be using the smaller ones. These are the ones for Rifle shooters. So I need to focus more on placing my bullets in the black rings.



Oh, and I did tell you we had such an awesome day. We took heck silly pictures. Lol :D Whenever I take my Apple pie to the university, my friends go nuts and then we take hundreds of pictures - all silly and stupid :D



Thant's all for today =D

Cheerio folks =)

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When my father passed away, I didn't want to believe it. I did not cry because I did not accept it. But on the second day, when the awful truth began to dawn upon me, I locked myself up in my room and cried like anything. I so much wished to have him back - just for a few hours.



At that time I realized that no matter how much I pray or how hard I ask Him for his return, he won't ever come back. He's gone for ever. But that night, my father did come. My wish to meet him for a few hours did come true. My ecstasy had no bounds. I was so dead thankful to Allah. I was so glad to have him back. I knew now that he's back, I can talk to him for as long as I want to. There he was sitting in an immaculate dress with a soft smile on his face.

Me: Where did you go?
Dad: Nowhere. I was right here.
Me: Then why did I not see you for so many days?

And he did not reply and vanished. And at that very moment I woke up from my dream. Everything was gone. He was gone. I felt like I had been electrocuted. He was there with me. He had to be there with me for ever. And again, the bitter reality bit me, and brought me back to the real world. It was 4 am, and I was crying alone to have him back. There were so many things I had to tell him about - about my shooting lessons, about those Rainbow cupcakes, about my studies. I wanted to watch the talk shows with him, to take him out to the relatives', and hear him secretly admire about my driving with mum. I don't know for how long I cried or when I slept. But all I know is Somethings ARE Impossible!

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