buy me a star on the boulevard

Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation Little girls from Sweden Dream of silver screen quotations And if you want these kind of dreams It's Californication It's the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the East At least it settles in the final location It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging First born unicorn Hard core soft porn Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar They're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world From Californication Sicker than the rest There is no test But this is what you're craving dont we just love the red hot chillie peppers?

losing my religion

So I blogged thys post yesterday, but I thought blogger had lost it. Since it was so so beautifully written, and blogger didn't lose It, here ya go: " lyk im really really depressed right now. lyk really really really. you could try asking me why, except i dont know... i mean, i thynk i know, but some reasons just dont qualify as reasons and you wanna come up with better ones that make sense. now try reading that in one go, cuz that's how i said it.if you fall dead in the process, please dont tell me, im down enuff as it is. i had aftari with a friend o mine. after which i had coffee... and man... i may as well have had a bowl of hemlock itself. see the deal w/ coffee is that it's supposed to be a mood enhancer. i dunno if ive posted it before (cuz i never read my blog...duh!)... so if yer high, and you have coffee, it takes you higher, and if yer in the pits, it's gonna take you 50 feet below rock bottom... see where im heading w/ thys??? see, for twenty years, i stayed away from tea, coffee, and all chemicals i wasnt born with. then came work and my tea addiction, and then came the business school, where i figured i was too lazy to make tea for myself, and dispensing cheap coffee from the nescafe machine was a more attractve substitute. i figured i never had caffeine addiction, i had gotten hold of myself and didnt no longer let chemicals affect my moods; apparently, ramadan has brought me back to square one. *round and round the mulberry bush...* so one cup at 8.45am saw me thru two hours of brain damage. one at 11 allowed me to sit with my eyes wide open (and my mind wondering only as far as the nearest sea), and a third cuppa coffee was my lunch @ 1. but as of the last 12 rozas, ive found it extremely hard to keep myself awake in class...and it doesnt help when everythyng everyone says sounds like a dull honing sound... and i believe dull and hone combined make a "drone". all in all it's a horrible buzzing or humming sound (which ever irks you more, and lulls you into blissful unconsciousness). *sigh* *swats mosquito*(oops! oh dear, that wasn't a mosquito, that was the guy sat next to me... oh well... one less droner...honer... whatever) really, coffee in yer blood can actually act as a translator... as of late, ive also noticed adequate amounts of caffeine in the blood can actually really make ppl appear more interesting, captivating, and charismatic than they really are. *trust me--it's like im living on a totally different planet right now... where my personality enhancer a.k.a coffee has been rudely snatched away from me*. drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooonnnneee!!! *pulls out a jug of coffee* *sips coffee* *dies* that's my three step path to nirvana. Short, black and sweet, it takes you home recently, it's happened, ive been "engrossed in enthralling conversations" (yeah right, as if)... with charm-oozing-magnets… and i ended up yawning in their faces (of course i covered my mouth, how rude do you thynk i am???) it was nothin short of embarrassing! (muhahahha) and then it takes all my convincing powers to tell them...."no! no! dude!!! it's not you! honest! it's me!" (translation: i need coffee to find you even slightly worth my tym...) which in effect means coffee clouds your better judgment and is therefore haram. *sigh* did i just axe my foot? " ----------------------------------------------------------- Iran's crown jewels come out of hiding (any irani princes/nobles/shahs may contact me with marriage proposals asap...preferably before the end of my first quarter @ school) New species of human found (new and improved version of men coming to stores near you! offer only till stocks last) ----------------------------------------------------------- Life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me

the places where all the veins meet

lyf main itna complication kiyun hai? im the sorriest excuse for a (semi)human being to have crawled thys planet. i tried sleeping early last night. and since im such a sorry case as it is, ive decided to share my experience with you... like it or... you better like it. so i fell asleep at 11, and was woken up less than an hour later by my cell going off. i have a custom bell for my folkses, cuz those calls i never ignore. so by the tym i dug me out from under the covers, they had hung up on me, and i was half awake. cursing someone (i dont really remember who, since i was half asleep) i went off to snoozeland again, only to be woken up 20 minutes later, by darling bro dear. (at thys point you may intervene and question why i dont switch the damn cell off, but lyk i said, im willing to lose a few mints of my sleep for mom n all) so after a three-minute semicoherent chat with my ppl (which for the most part went like "beta, were you asleep?" "ji mama", and "did i wake you up?" "no, no, it's ok"), i shut my eyes and fell asleep again. only a few mints later, the fone rings again (thys tym it was the pink panther bell -- which i have come to realise has begun to annoy me alot), and im thynking whaa??? and before i can answer, they hang up. i shut my eyes, and two mints later, the fone rings again, and dies, and then rings again and dies... man... that ticked me off. so i called them back, and then... you dont wanna know what happened. (it'd be censored by the blogpolice anyways) but the gist of the conversation went like: what the hell do you thynk yer doing calling ppl up at one in teh morning? so i finally go back to sleep again, only to be waken just a lil while later, by my roomie who decided the best tym to blow-dry her hair was 2 am. me: woman... where are you going at thys tym of the nite? her: umm... sleep??? o-k. me: your hair looks really nice. by thys tym, im near tears. no really. i have problems sleeping as it is, and i can do without extraterrestrial intervention. but sadly, it doesnt end here. -------------------------------------------------------- dudes, im all for conserving wildlife. i mean, i'd only ever kill a snowleopard for its fur -- and i would only hunt for sport 0_o i mean, i even got lyk WWF linked up on the left side of the blog... rite??? oye... bezzy, whacha bin doin w' ma linx??? but my altruitism comes to a halt when i get attacked by mosquitoes. at three am, i woke up with seven mosquito bites on ONE ARM. i kid you not. and if thys wasnt enuff, man i got bit by a two mosquitoes on my face... have you EVER seen mosquito-bites on someone's cheek? or forehead??? man, i didnt even know i had blood in my forehead - or anythyng in my head for that matter... or mind? - which was it? mind or matter???... oh dear... im confusing myself. the question here is, if i got nuffin in my head, whats they doin bitin it off? *sigh* the night before, a mosquito dude bit me on the base of my neck, right where the spinal cord is. if i turn into a freak X-file, with mulder and scully on my tail, and my pitchers splashed all over teh yellow journals, you know its a mosquito conspiricy to give us Muslims a bad image. oh, and umm... if you sat thru the whole of thys ordeal, im no longer the sorriest excuse for a (semi)human being to have crawled thys planet. *hands you the crown*

life's little pleasures

*sigh* dooooooooooooooods!!! im in love my friend got married 4 yrs ago and moved to austria... after that, we barely kept in touch... until last month, when she found me out on orkut (ok, ok, so the damn thyng does have it's pros)... so she sent me pix of her oh so married self... and her family... and Zain... (refer to picture above to fall in love)... and i was like WOAH!!! met up with her yesterday... doooods... have i ever told you what gems kids are? so thys 2 and a half yr old kid who's meeting me for the first tym lodges himself in my lap and begins narrating a story i could make nothing out of... "manay, i know thys isnt german, english OR urdu... what's he going on about?" i asked her "hehe," she sniggered, "he speaks his own language." *shrugs* oh well, if he aint gonna talk in my language, i can and will talk in his...*shrugs* i dont know what i said, but for the next 45 minutes, that kid (and needless to say his parents too) were incredibly amused... i tried teaching him my signature "yo!" ... it's gonna take another meeting... but alas! he goes back to isloo tomorrow, and then to austria... *sigh* im heartbroken. ----------------------------- memorable line from yesterday: Zain: "adnan, chalo" (the kid tells his dad to get up and get dressed as he himself struggles to put on his shoes).

anybody could be that guy...

the last tym i tried updating i was in too bad a mood to be polite... so i chose to put up calvin as a substitute for my usual profoundness. *shrugs* ok, i know it wasn't nice of me to thynk i could fool you with a lesser, cheaper substitute... but what can i do? i mean, i'd could ask you to forgive me... but umm... i wont. it's company policy. yeah so anyways, i was really totally mad, cuz i was out with my friends for aftari, and on the way back, one of them rolled down the window, and threw out a shawarma wrapper. i. was. stunned. hello??? yer spending 4 million for "quality education", and umm... you dont remember the FIRST lesson they taught you in kindergarten??? i mean, im not perfect, but i dont go around trashing my own country man. if i aint gonna be concerned, i dunno who else is. ---------------------------------------- so like today, i went to drop off my roomie to the airport, and ummm... since that area was kinda new to moi, i kinda sorta crossed a red light. opps! and since i saw the traffic police guy standing in the middle of the road signaling me to pull over, i decided it wouldnt be a smart move to run him over. i mean, the only exit i couldve taken from there wouldve led to the runway, and as much as it breaks my heart to say thys, my car dont fly. (yet) so umm... we pulls over, and policemandude goes: you crossed a red light me: ji. woh umm... i didnt see it there. friend one: ji sorry we made a judgement error by mistake (ghalti say mistake ho gaye) *me pokes him in the ribs... 'shut up, lemme handle thys,' sez me* policemandude: you have a license? me: umm... i thynk so (picks up bag to search for the document that may or may not have been there... it's actually against my policy as a free individual of the united states of pakistan to carry my ID card, driver's license {i found it cleaning my room on march 17, not aware of having lost it} or any other document that may provide proof of my age). *digs out and passes D.L to policemandude. policemandude: hmmm. yer gonna be challaned for cutting the signal (aap nay ishara kata hai {excuse me? quainchi say ya churi say?}, apka chalan ho ga) me: ok *policemandude looks around for a slightly more hysterical response - doesnt get it.* policemandude: will you please show me the car's papers? me: ummm... i dont have those ( i did have those, i just didnt feel like sharing them with him -- your car registration papers are a bit like icecream. you dont wanna share um man.) policemandude: excuse me? you are driving the car without its registration papers? me: ji yeah... woh, my mom keeps them at home cuz she says i'll lose them (it was near aftar tym and the gases from my stomach were going to my head) policemandude: you'll get a double challan for that (waited for me to get down on my knees and beg to be let off) me: ok. policemandude: we can shut down your car... you crossed the red light and you dont have your car's papers me: umm...ok (thys is where i give him a look that says "do-what-you-must-so-i-can-call-my-police-uncles-up") friend one: ji sir woh ---... *me pokes him in the ribs again* so by thys tym the policemandude has walked off with my license shaking his head in bewilderment as i made absolutely no requests to be let off whatsoever. my friends were reminding me i shouldve pulled out my press card and threatened him. 7 minutes later he was challaning other cars, with my license still in his hand, so i honked to the guy... "dudeguy, my friend will miss her flight... you wanna give me that ticket so i can leave?" in the mean while, friend one and friend two (lets call them Knight-in-shining-armour-1 and Knight-in-shining-armour-2 for convenience), were all devising these strategies of how i could get out of the ticket i had not yet received but was looking forward to cuz ive never received a ticket before in my life. but certain thyngs are just not meant to happen to certain ppl and as fate would have it, policemandudeguy came back and said: "apka ikhlaq bohat acha hai, aap nay bari achi tarah bat ki hai, aap jayen, main is dafa challan nahi keron ga" (translation: "go") ummm. dang. ----------------------------------------------- ok, see, here's my take on the deal. i made a mistake that shouldnt have been made and actions shouldnt be judged by intentions. a) i made a mistake, so i wasnt gonna ask to be let off. that isnt fair. b) i wasnt gonna apologize (i mean i said sorry...) cuz... what's done is done. you cannot undo it, and a promise that you wont do it again is worth absolutely nothing from where i see it. c) a ticket is a ticket is a ticket. wth d) i got all these uncles and strings to pull man. i just find that a rotten thyng to do. i mean. i like to believe im any common man of the islamists republishers of pakistan of america... i got rights too you know... e) and i dont work in the press no more. it'd be unethical to use that card. and f) like i ALWAYS say, some thyngs in lyfe are just so not worth the trouble. (in thys case, getting out of a ticket) ----------------------------------------------- credits: thys blog was brought to you by the ticket that never was.

do i, or do i love calvin? 

birdfeed

a friend of mine is replying to thys ad. im thynking of putting a similar one up. lets see. it would read like: im a really easy going person, and have very few demands... i love animals, and just want a few thyngs in lyf: a mink -- around my shoulders a jaguar -- in my garage and a jackass -- to pay for it all. yeah yeah, i know, it's a really old joke. sue me if i still find it funny :p --------------------------------------- anyways, i havent gossiped in ages, so here goes: hugh grant set to propose to jemima. you really dont have to read that -- im just being my nasty self spreading rumour ;) --------------------------------------- ok, that's it. i tried updating, it aint happenin, ill c ya when i see ya. and the ppl who i gotta mail, doods, whenever...yar.

mosquitoes and juniors

im so unbelievably bored and much more irritated. i got two of tomorrow's classes to prepare for, a roza to keep, sleep a bit (it's almost 2:30), class shirts and visiting cards to design, emails to answer... and then maybe my patience to work on. thys place where im at, is full of BScs (thats what we call the BSC students). umm... initially, when thys place was designed, it was xclusively a business school, and then these ppl figured they couldnt make ends meet, and that they needed more prey to milk... hence the lill ones... (which was very interesting, because when the bach. school came about, and the earlier classes graduated, they were actually rejected jobs and admissions on the basis that "how can a management school be giving CS degrees?" anyways, life went on, and the MBAs today are overwhelmingly outnumbered by the critters from the bach school -- i believe the ratio is umm... 200-1. when i came to thys place two months ago, the BScs had yet to start. it took me a month to get used to the environment and the surroundings... and then... lo! and behold! the bscs arrived... it was a bloody infestation man... they landed like a swarm of cicadas, and im not kidding, the noise level was deafening... *chitter chitter chitter chitter* and they were everywhere. left, right and center... in the dining halls, library, in the computer labs... eveywhere you looked there was a BSC lurking around :p walking to and fro, you found them crawling under your feet... and it was at that point i wished for a BSC repellent. you know... you could just spray it at their groups, that were blocking your way, or creating an undesirable racket. imagine waisay... it would be tres cool to have a spray that would eliminate all the undesirable elements (read people) in yer life. *sigh* but what should be hardly ever is... anyways, i'm usually a pretty thandi bandi, and dont let 2,000 or so 17-22-yr-olds get to me... but they've closed off the MBA lab for ramadan, and now im having to use a new machine in a new place, in a totally new environment -- with a totally new high-pitched giggling in the background. and the fact is, thys lab is REALLY hot. man im in a bad mood. and 32 minutes later, i still got my marketing/stats stuff to do. did i mention i got a moron reading all thys over my shoulder? that doesnt add to the sunshine :p *swot* (one BCS down, 1999 to go).

residuals

*sigh* -edit-!!! i go away (unannounced) for a few weeks... and me blog's been taken over... not only has there been a(an) (amazing) design coup; b.bb.bbbbut i've got impersonators updating my blog under MY name... the audacity of it all. muhahaha. but im in control again. sort of... *sniffle* i have a cold. *sniffle* right ok. so i havent been around a lot lately... and i can explain. really, i can. except i wont. cuz i believe people who believe you dont need explanations and those who need explanations dont deserve any, and it's as simple as that my dear watson. (which probably explains why i dont have too many friends) i spent my entire friday night preparing for a mid-term (or atleast the pretence i put up actually convinced ppl), and my saturday morning was spent first in giving the exam and then preparing for an assignment i have no desire to do (or committ myself to). and most of how ive spent my last weeks follows prettymuch the same pattern, and really, when you put all the days together, they make an ugly picture (and to thynk i'm LIVING that life). ok, in all honesty, it ISN'T REALLY all that bad. (i mean the grades are, but lets not go there...) so umm... today was the first of ramadan, and considering i hadnt been home for an entire week, i was pissed off. exam or no exam, there was no way in hell i was gonna have my first sehri away from home :D mom explicitly forbade me to drive back at 3 in the morning, so i improvised. i invited my friends for a sehri-do, and three ppl coming home at 3 in the morning are better than me coming home all alone :D and i felt good. i hated the ramadan two years ago (o ho! hear me out before you condemn to eternal hell) -- during which i spent almost 24 out of 30 iftars at work, breaking my fast with hotdogs... no matter how great they tasted, dude, i want my desi home-made menu drippin with vegetable oil. during ramadan, at sehr and iftar tyms, it's not the parathas and the pakoras that make the occasions (ok, ok! who am i kidding here?) but it's the getting together and sitting down as a family (at the rather odd hours of the night) that's ever important. for the past couple of years that hasnt been happening... first i was at work, last year i was finishing off my thesis at school, and thys year im going crazy trying to balance some decent education and perhaps a game of badminton or two... and doode... i so hate not being able to come home when i want to. since im gonna be at school for the next 16 months, im very seriously considering asking my mom to move. i mean what the hell yar, if imna havetahave semi-cooked chicken that tastes like soya, LIVING in LHORE…really, i should drown myself. so imna ask mom to move within a three mile radius of the campus, or im dropping out. seriously yar, some thyngs in life are so not worth it :p ------------------------------------------------ khair. i made it home for iftari, and i made it home for sehri (and in the mean tym got a flat tyre -- according to my brother's physics, when i came home in the morning, he could smell the rubber burning *from my car--yeah as if :p -- and as i was about to go, he pointed out the flat alledging "you drive so fast you burn holes in the wheels" i actually have a few answers to taht comment : a) shut up b) the car needs new tyres c) people the world over get flats and that's not cuz they drive fast -- it;s cuz it;s a phenomemon, and thru our flats does god want to feed the ppl who run small repair and maintenance shops (see, if we dont get flats, where would they earn revenue for services provided?). d) i only have X number of hours during the day, in which i have to do Y number of thyngs. or have them spill over to the next day, when ill already have that day's Y, and added to that, (y-#ofthyngs done). {please dont try to understand thys model, it's only off the top of me head and im no statistician}. e) whatever. ------------------------------------------------ i got me an MP3 player(two weeks ago). the songs on it keep me sane. or somat. ya know.

Prominent blogger disappears from blogosphere. Authorities amused

by Staff Reporter Islamabad, Pk- Bloggers this week have expressed concern over the disappearance of a familiar face in Blogistan, Hemlock. A recent lack of update has authorities concered that a scuffle with the local gang, MBA, may have Hemmie tied up, literally. "I bet they've chained her to the her books," one forlorn fan stated while he thought no one was listening, "Or maybe even imprisoned her in school! This is indentured servitude! Won't anyone rescue her?" Volunteer search parties scoured MSN messengers and other locations Hemlock was known to frequent, but to no avail. It appears as though her MBA captors have denied her even the use of a PC. Amnesty International reports that it has received allegations of said torture, as well as disturbing leads hinting at all-night studying, forced report filing and food deprivation. The use of the market study, forbidden by international anti-torture laws, has been listed as a possiblity as well. Authorities, not wishing to divulge interesting information relevant to the case, made no comment. No further information was available at the time of publication of this report. -AFP (Abezi Fraud Press)

sunflower-oil-flavoured cookies

so my sister baked yesterday. the poor dear was sadly taken in by the charming zistahs from islamabad, and was duped into thynking cooking/baking was a fun thyng to do. i was unfortunately not home to save her ship from sinking -- prove to her the otherwise. so she wants to bake cookies (out of the box), and having mixed the batter needs to add 50ml of oil. uninitiated in numbers, she calls her friend for help: "dude... how much is 50 ml?" "ummm... half a litre." came the sage's reply "thanx yo!" *end of conversation* eds note -- words, names and situations have been changed to protect the identities of my sister and her best friend. right. so in 200gms flour, she added 1/2ltr oil. and then called mom for help. "mom, thys cookie batter is so syrupy..." my heart breaks when i see the illusions of little ones being shattered like that. growning up is tough. wisening up is tougher. growing up is realising 50ml is 05% of a litre -- not 50%. i quit the kitchen when i was 17. i realised we didnt like being around each other. everytym i went in to cook, either i cut myself or i burnt myself. and the few tyms THAT didnt happen, i broke somethyng. and if i was REALLLLLLLLLLLY really careful to NOT break anythyng or destroy myself... my end product was almost always invariably burnt. growing up is realising there are thyngs you can do, and there are thyngs you cant do. and realising the difference between them. that there are thyngs you want to do, and thyngs you dont there are thyngs you wish you could do, but you wont there are thyngs you wish you didnt do, but you gotta then there are thyngs you can do, but they wont ever get done ... cuz yer just to darn lazy and there are thyngs you'll never be able to do, no matter how hard you try. and all that has nothing to do with 500ml of oil. or the fact that there is a frozen watermelon in my fridge.

a day in the life of someone else

You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart You'll say the world has come between us Our lives have come between us But I know you just don't care I see you - the only one who knew me And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over, And I hate when things are over When so much is left undone ---------------------------------------- dont let me get me. no seriously. im trying. im trying really hard to not let thys blog turn into a whine-olog. but if you ask me honestly, i dont got no more intellegent thoughts left in me 'ed. ---------------------------------------- thys mba thyng. it's been two months, and i guess if i say anythyng now, it wouldnt be too soon. when i signed up for the course, i didnt know what i was getting into. that's just me - i like to jump before i thynk, because if i stop to thynk, i'd most probably lose my nerves and not jump at all. and i figure you can do all the thynking in the while that yer falling -- i believe it;s called multi-tasking. 4 months ago: so they asked me in the interview: what and how much do you know about our programme? i said: i have no idea. rumour is you guys are tough, but beyond that, dunno. them: so you havent looked up our courses on the internet, or been through the cd that came with the application form? me: no. them: 0_o today: me: o_0 them: muhahahaha. i've made a few friends. i mean, ppl who are sweet enough to ask me to join them for dinner. the only problem is, up until now, i've been playing on the offensive, cuz someone told me that was the best defence. so now, everytym someone does somethyng for me, im like .0_o. hello??? whatdyawant? it's weird really. im actually not a believer of "the innate goodness in humans" dont ask me why. i just dont believe in somat unless i see it. (and yes i believe in ghosts.) so these friends of mine ask me: woman, why mba? after nca, arty-farty type... what are you doing here. im thynking... umm... dude, i'll tell you as SOON as i figure out for myself. instead i said: umm...i graduated and i realised i didnt wanna work. so i figured id get me a degree instead. they said: oh! that's smart... you didnt wanna work, so you enrolled in one of the toughest programmes in the country. that makes perfect sense. hey look! it isnt my fault. when i applied, i thought it was funny. me thynking i could get in... a) i didnt thynk they'd open doors for me, (seriously... the competition is VERY tough) and b) i didnt thynk they'd give me a full scholarship on top of that! (i was hoping i would get in and then refuse on accounts of the school being dead expensive) honestly man, the ppl im working with are like... woah, graduates from UPenn, UTAuston, blah blah, some come with years and years of exp in serious MNCs... im SUCH a deviation... i tell you folks, id be suffering from a serious inferiority complex had i not been as dillusioned about me as i am :D im thynking... WOW! these ppl are so massively cool!... (i guess i must be too, if by association only {hmph}) my parents gave me too much confidence, and now i (errorenously) thynk i can take on the world ;) coming back to my theory about getting educationed... two years of grad school, hopefully 4 yrs of phd after that, and then i'll only have 6 -7 years to go b4 im 36 -- that's when i die. but like after a phd, i'll be too qualified for any job in pakistan, and then i can give my mom an excuse for being a lazy bum :D but in all seriousness, i thynk i was driven by greed. i thought... hey... these ppl are PAYING to me get a degree... hehehe... what have i got to lose. *Sigh* now i know. p.s. if you see me wandering around anywhere, please show me the way home.

a snapshot in the family album

today is the first of october. im rich again. let's parrrrrrrrrrrrrdy ;) ------------------------------------------------ chocolate doesnt help. i've switched to black coffee. and ice cream doesnt feel good nymore. im sick of eating out, most specifically of imported white collar food that seems to be all over lahore. i look like a sewer rat, im getting heartburn from skipping meals (im fussy about what i put in my stomach), and all the colours in the world have turned grey. my strength into becoming a more likeable human being is dwindling... i've rarely sweared in the last four years. before that, i shared the vocab of a peg-legged parrot shouldering sailor... yo ho ho! and a bottle of vodka. *sigh* they told me it wasnt very lady-like to swear... not that i ever aspired to be a graduate from switzerland, but i totally learnt to not embarrass people by opening my mouth; and believe you me, it was hard work. *fooooooooooooooooooooosh* the effort of four years bloody swimming down teh drain in front of me own eyes. one of these days, yer gonna cringe at my posts. im just hoping im far away from the internet when IM in one of those moods. ------------------------------------------------ i mean imagine thys. i call my friends over from islamabad. set them up in a room to sleep. and then disappear for two days. im priceless. ------------------------------------------------ Daddy's gone across the ocean, Leaving just a memory, A snapshot in the family album. Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me? ------------------------------------------------ baghan day vich bulbul bolay, sada na bagh baharan sada na mapay husan jawani sada na suhbat yaran. Eds note -- an apology seems way overdue. my hitler post offended sophy... it was totally not written with a malicious intention. *sigh* i can be beautifully insensitive. it's a manufacturing fault.