We're Not Gonna Take It!

Hia... Hua... Heea... DOH, you know the word! I'm going on a break! Yeap, seeing how just about everyone else has done it now, its my turn to take a break. This one wont be for too long Insha'Allah (I can hear the groans now!). I wish I could spare you lovely blogistanis for longer, but for the time being I dont think I have the option. I think I'll be away for between 2-3 weeks. As Yas bhai has pointed out, people are tired of reading stories and would like a proper update, since I have blogger's block right now.... all I'm gonna say is, I've bought the suit, the new shalwaar Kameez, all the bits to go along with both and am ready for whatever may come my way. I will insha'Allah be leaving on Tuesday, and depending on where I stay and how busy I get in the tons and tons of stuff I'll have to do, I may or may not be around blogistan. I was almost gonna forget to post this, but I was told I should do so by someone yesterday (you know who you are)

The Saga Continues - The Final Showdown! Right, this is where the original story as written before comes to an end, if anyone wants, they can start a new one in the comment box... Anyways, I'd like to thank the people who contributed to the story and ofcourse to Sensei for the actual concept of the story! Now, without any further delays... the last part... As the silvery liquid took the form of an average hijabi, complete with hijab, it said, “Why do you guys think the Agency disguised me as Arnold? I am a terminator after all.” “But,” Usman sputtered, “Arnold the Terminator is a ghetto model, the kind with moving parts, not the liquid kind. That’s only in Termintor 2.” “I know,” liquid Abez shrugged, “It was a minor oversight on the Agency’s part. They haven’t seen either movie.” “Terminator or not,” Murali said, stepping closer to the secret agents, “None of you are leaving here alive!” Murali menacingly pointed a malicious-looking contraption in their directio

The Saga Continues - Yep.. still!! Hmmm, not a huge audience to the story but oh well... cant be helped. To those of you lovely people who wish to be included, I'd love to, but unfortunately this story was written a coupla months ago and I dont wanna edit it. Although having said that, there's nothing to stop us doing a continuation of the story seeing this one did basically continue from where an unsavoury character named Usman was caught trying to take over the world with his Icecream Island. (sorry to all who missed that). Anyways, on with the show!! Agent Ar-Cee tapped twice on the super-small supercomputer located in the ear-piece concealed beneath her scarf. It made a quiet sound of electronic agreement (blip!) and began trying to triangulate the whereabouts of Agents X-Caliber, Usman, and Abez. She then sighed and ate four candy bars, none of which were actual candy bars, all of which were chocolate-covered mission briefings that failed to self-destruct after de

The Saga Continues - Part II Agents Usman and X clunk across the street in their Paksitani Throwing Shoes to meet the undercover agent who will take them to tonight's SSGM meeting. U- Hey X, how will we know the undercover agent. We didn't get a name or a description before the Super was knocked out cold. X- Oh chillax, U-man. He'll find us. Just order an us the official drink of the SSGM, a Diet Latte with Non-fat Cream and Sweet & Low. U- Ohmygaud,X, don't look now, but Arnold Swazzinagger is staring at us! He's coming over now! Arnold- Hey guys, may I join you for a Diet Latte with Non-fat cream and Sweet & Low? Hey, great shoes, I saw some just like them in Islamabad! *whispers* Hey, it's me Agent Abez. The agency gave me testosterone shots, temporary cosmetic surgery (the latest thing) and inflatable muscle implants so I could pass as Arnold and infiltrate the SSGM. U-But Arnold isn't a girlie man. He's the terminator!

The Story!!! Ok, here it is.. the whackiest story i've ever read.. I've spread it over 4 parts. Some of you will obviously have read this before as and when it was being written and hence, will know the pretexts from which some of the twists in the story come from. To those who dont, well, I'd have to mention 5 or 6 different blogs with 20 odd enteries to understand the whole thing, so we wont go there. This story was a spin-off of the original sis Abez graciously agreed to do for me, which is why she is the one who started this one. Oh and by the way, at the end of a paragraph or section, the name of the person who wrote that section is written so everyone gets proper credit! The Saga Continues "The well-dressed man with the dark moustache cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. “Ahem,” he said in perfect Oxford Compulsory, “Agent Usman, are you listening to me?” Secret Agent Usman, who had been pushing an eraser around his desk and making vroom vroo

RUN!!! Right, Apologies for not posting in over a month (thanks to Jaded for pointing that out!! :-p) I'm still not gonna post right now.. It's past 2 in the night man!! Anyways, just wanted to ask you guys if I should post that whack story from a couple of months ago.. cuz it's LONG (12 pages on word to be exact!). Or should I do a 3 part series kinda thing??? Let your voice be heard people!

My up-y-dupy-date Now first of all I must reiterate what I have mentioned probably a million or so times before. You people are all absolute whackos! I mean all of a sudden I've become the eldest in blogistan?? Oh puhhhleeeaaaaazze!! I'm only three and a half years old. If anything, you people should be giving me eidi. Plus, I should get extra cuz I havent been feeling very well (yup, I'm trying to get the sympathy points there). Hopefully I've said Eid Mubarak to all of you Insha'Allah. If I did miss anyone, my sincerest apologies as it was totally not intended. And to those who I did miss and to the people who I said it to before, A very very very Happy Eid to all of you. May Allah accept your fasting and give you so much reward that it may last you a lifetime. Ok, now on to why I've been taking medicine.. *looks at watch* EEEEEP! It's medicine time again... be right back people, dont y'all go nowhere! *runs off*.... pause.... pause.... paus

Night of the 27th Since it's the 27th, I dont wanna stay here too long, I'll just say try this link . This is basically what Jaded was talking about on the tagboyd. And 27th night Mubarak to all. Make the best of it Insha'Allah. :)

Update (for lack of a better title) Try to work on Project... moan... groan... replace rear wiper... buy groceries... take Iftar to Masjid... Drop off CD for friend... Taraweeh... try to write a better post! (Hmmm.. got quite a few things to do tomorrow)

Arabistani As I posted earlier, I had Iftar at the Masjid today. Masha’Allah its always soo cool to have Iftar there. I think just over a hundred or so brothers turn up. Today dad came along too. He’s got a problem in his hip/leg so he has probs sitting on the floor and usually sits on a chair for prayers and stuff. Anyways, I dropped him off at the gate, went off to park and then came back. I wasn’t expecting to find a place next to dad but when I walked in, dad was near the entrance and called to me to sit next to him. I went over and the uncle ji sitting next to him sort of stared at me for a second. I just smiled without understanding the smile. I only found out later what it was all about. Anyways, after Iftar I was bouncing off the walls. The amount of sweet stuff was incredible, each and everything spoonfuls sweeter then the last. I don’t usually go to stuff myself in the Masjid, but the uncle ji next to me would pass me everything he would have which was Masha’Allah awesome

Addicted I'm almost always addicted to something or the other. I mean besides doing my project, I find time to do just about everything else (including washing the kitchen sink... dont laff!). Everyone knows atleast one nerd who's on the internet 24/7. You see jokes about 'em too, how they're doing 10 different things online at the same time but when asked to pour water out of a shoe, they need instructions. I'm somewhat in a subgroup of those people these days. Nopes, I'm not addicted to the net, a fan maybe, but not addicted. What I am addicted to is, Ebay. And its horrible I tell you. I registered with Ebay last year and for nearly a year my Ebay account lay dormant. I'd log in every now but couldnt be bothered to do anything so I'd close up and play games or something. But recently, I was looking for a data cable for my mobile phone so I though oh well why not check out Ebay. Surprisingly (well if you use ebay you wont be surprised), I found the

I'm getting used to slightly longer posts now! Yay me! Today has been awesomely long. I was one my feet the good part of 14 hours. The bad part being I missed Taraweeh. The only consolation is the fact that I did manage to help a friend get out of an extraordinarily huge headache. If I tried to explain no one would beleive it. And since it's someone's personal matter, I wont try to anyway. Regardless, I left the house at 8 in the morning and came back 10 and night. I sat down for about 10 min at Iftar time. The rest of the day I've been on my feet. And helping a guy move just took it all out of me for today. Bringing his stuff down from the 2nd floor apartment he lives in wasnt bad enough (it was just the two of us bringing it down), the fact that the place he's moving to is on the third floor sorta took the cake in making all my old joints jump for joy... or was it pain, I cant put my finger on it. We loaded up my car and drove tothe new place and dropped t

Friends As much as the title may sound like it relates to the TV series of the same name, this post has nothing to do with the over-the-hill-trying-to-be-funny-while-making-twats-of-themselves sitcom. Its about friends, the real ones. Now, I have to be honest here (not that I'm usually not honest) but I've been a bit of a skeptic of the friends-for-life cliche. Admittedly there are cases where it has happenned but its not as common as people might think it. I have a handful of friends who I know have made an impact on my life but dont think I'll always be in contact with. Nothing new there, its all part of life. Even though most people who know me refuse to believe tihs, but I'm a huge skeptic (Ok you're all probably wondering why I'm babbling on like this, so we'll randomly skip to the next paragraph and I'll tell you). 2 days ago I was talking to a friend who I shared a house with at one point in Cyprus. Quite a few of my friends in Cyprus

Ramadan Blog : Day 3,4 and 5 Hey I never said I was gonna do it everyday did I??? Unfortunately, I have missed 1 day of Taraweeh. :( Very unfortunate, but then again I have to make sure I'm regular with my Fard prayers. I've wrote 3 lines, then deleted them, then wrote 2 lines, deleted those again. Seems like nothing is coming to mind. Unlike most people in blogistan who write funny or meaningful or a combi of both kinda posts, me I'm relegated to mindless dribble. Hmm.. you know what, i think i'll quit while i'm ahead.... Oh and just incase anyone did miss it, there's a link to my fotolog on the left now. (There you go Yazzie, now no excuses for not leaving comments! :-p)

Ramadan Blog : Day 2 Ok so i missed day one! I juss got this weird idea today. :) As usual the days i'm home, the damn telephone always wakes me up. Today it was ummm.. I think my bank... or was it daddy's... I forget (got calls from both). Alhamdulillah the day was spent well. Plus did the obligatory running around any day that I'm home. My parents love to play pingpong (or tabletennis if u prefer, pingpong sounds funnier) with me on the day i'm off. I think they have a secret bet going on with each other as to who can make me do more during the course of the day. Oh well, not that i'm complaining.. Hey, i'm doing stuff my parents ask me to do, I get reward for it yo! How cool is that! Third day of Taraweeh. Alhamdulillah, (I know I keep going back to it but heck) if you've prayed Taraweeh in Makkah, especially in the last 10 days, Taraweeh anywhere else in the world seems short. But Masha'Allah the Masjid is soo full these days, i can only fin

It's HEEEERRREEEEE Hurry hurry hurry step right up folks, its that time of the year again. Get all your sins cleared up, and you know what, this is a special offer for ya, be sincere for the next 30 days and all your sins will be cleared free of charge. All you gotta do it be sincere and pray a bit. *points to young man in the front row* I know what you're thinking son, it's too good to be true, but believe me it is, the only condition is that you gotta be sincere. Thats all, no strings attached. Its a limited offer folks, next 30 days only, and its open to all, so what you gotta lose? Try the miracle that is Ramazan today and be happy for the rest of your days! :) Well, everyone's been doing awesome posts about Ramazan recently... Abez and Choco-bean's posts stand out as real awesome writings. I would suggest anyone who has missed them to check them out. Since my writing skills would get an F even in the 2nd grade, i'll keep it short. Here's my

Bombs Away! Awrigh awright you got me. I admit, I admit to it all!!! I was the third man on the grassy knowll, I was there when they scraped the remaining alien goo off the flying saucer in roswell in 1951 and I was on the Titanic on her maiden Voyage too! I'll even go on to admit that I framed Roger Rabbit and now, now I'm marrying Marvi!!! This is getting weird, ok, well it was weird right from the start, how a simple turkish word meaning the colour blue could turn into my marriage nightmare! Plus since then, a three eyed doktarni has come into the picture as well! Who sayz there arent girls out there for marriage!? Oh well, I guess I should get going, there is a project with my name on it and no contents waiting for me to go poke around with it. Some duas people! P.S. If by some weird coincidence, whenever i get married eons from now, its to a woman named Marvi, I'm coming for you all one by one!! :-p

On My Own Hmm.. even though i been out the whole week, every evening to some friend or the other, and i got others calling up to hook up... Just doesnt seem like much. Seems like i'm all alone. Ok, admittedly i should be thankful that I've got my hugely awesome parents, my big bro, soo many Masha'Allah awesome people around me, and then the blogistani cru which is just as awesome in their own way. But then again, isnt that how us homo sapiens act, never happy with what we have?? Hmm.. now that i've just typed that, i feel bad for this stupid lonely feeling.. LOL.. thass me, too confused for my own good!

Mavi This post comes cuz the Hijabified sis has me in her dailies and she asked me to update so i cant say no to that! Today dragged on forever, I'm soo tired i could faint... But since i've been told its a girl thing to do, I cant do it. Oh well... Yesterday we went to my cousin's place. My niece as usual was poking me... She does that kinda thing. She also uses me as her personal punching bag when she's angry. My stomach to be exact... but thank god she's only 14 years old so she never manages to do any damage. Masha'Allah she's the cutest thing ever.. She speaks urdu in a british accent (born and bred here). Her : Mammoo, main bohut angry hoon aaj. Me : kyun beta?' Her : abhi tak homework itna hay, main frustrated ho rahi hoon" and the rest of the sentence will be in english... And then she'll be like 'aik dafa punch kar loon?' And the aik dafa turns into like 10-15 punches. Then there's the obligatory F

Coats Now the title of the blog may seem to be the most innocent of the world but behind it there's a huge conspiracy going on. Just today i was reading Mademoiselle's blog and I realized there was this hugely valid point she had made. To quote her "Coats are suppose to go OVER one's clothes so isn't it perfectly resonable for someone to buy a coat their "size" but not wanting it to fit exactly (as in *exactly* ) because it IS suppose to perform a certain fuction and be bigger than their actual size? Should the person have just ordered a bigger size? " That got me thinking, why in the world would something my size be not my size? And then I figured it out (yep, here comes another one of my world famous conspiracy theories ). I've realized that all coat makers in the world are actually doctors!! Now i'm sure you're all wondering how in glazed chocolate donuts (thanks Owl .. now i'm constantly thinking about 'em) can a c

Me again A lotta people dont believe I can actually complain. That's mainly cuz they always come to me so they can complain... I aint complaining! (am i using the word complain a bit too much?) they want me to hear out their probs and stuff and try to give 'em advice and stuff... I'm always all ears, always trying to help. For all the baseball wielding and noggin sockin' stuff i advise to most people.. i am a huge bowl of jello on the inside, a softy to the core. But there is a problem with all that... I need to complain too sometimes... darnnit.. someone listen to me complain for once.. (i'm using the word too much again!) Dont get me wrong, I'll never pass an opportunity to do my bit for someone, just that i need to Anyways, I'm back... (as you can all see from the fresh post a bit grumpy as well) but hey thats me. I've come back with a vengeance, decided that i need to concentrate more on my project, get it done so i can go on me planned vacat

A new day So we're not always in a good mood, sue me... Havent been able to do anything recently. Well, ever since i had that flu last week, i've just about given up on everything, dont know why. Juss dont feel like doing all the stuff that's been piling up.. need to go to halfords and get stuff, need to work on my project (BAH!) need to do up my cv and start sending it off. Cant really think of anything to say... I know.. i got it.. my blog today will be all about pop up ads! GRRRRRRRr... as soon as i wrote that another ad juss randomly popped up! How soo very annoying. They creep up on you when you're playing games, when you're reading your email, downloading stuff or having a chat with someone... I dont care who hollywood's funniest couple is, I dont wanna go on a diet and i definitely dont wanna find the love of my life on the net... Spyware... horrid software which ends up on everyone's computer... And personally i dont even trust that spyware r

TSK TSK It seems that, for birds, the whole of the world is just one big toilet! I say that as i am just about sick and tired of seeing birdie poop all over the place. Especially on my poor little car. Case in point, I come home from my friend's place today, get out, lock the door and check the handle to make sure it's locked and what do i see??? A big fat white patch on my otherwise whole and soul burgundy car! GRRRR... there should be like communal open-air bird toilets where the critters should be allowed to poop to their hearts content as opposed to on other people's stuff!! All in favour say Aye! (Sorry, i've still got a sore throat and cold... cant think straight!!)

To snot or not to snot! Ok now i realize some of u will already be grossed out by the title.. although i wouldnt expect u to.. snot is a normal human errr.. snot... so there.. Anyways, Yes i do have a cold and a sore throat and a mild fever.. which is why i'm sitting here in blogistan getting bored cuz i cant go out (its finally starting to get cold again) cant have icecream... (but mom it's good for me.. *SLAP*) and cant even smell the food i'm eating! Oh well, gives me a good excuse to do some serious lazing around.. found an old book somewhere.. decided might as well read that as i havent read a book in ages... went halfway through then turned on the tuuube... and what do i see?? the video for 'staying alive'. You know, the hit Beegee's song... (i never knew it only went to no.4 in the UK.. strange).. And now I sit here thanking Allah i wasnt born in the 70s... THOSE PANTS (or trousers as pure brits would say).. ARGH.. scary.. tight... weird shaped...

Finally!! It's been soo long that I havent logged into blogger that when I tried typing it in and having the history pull up the address for me, it never came up. Oh well, I'm back now... First off, I would like to say Jazaka'Allah to all those who contributed to the story. It was hillarious and i'm still laughing. And Jazaka'Allah to those who NEARLY contributed *hint* *hint*, and to the wonderful people who have been commenting. (man this post sounds like i'm about to runaway). No, nothing like that... i'm still here.. not going anywhere... Good Allah Almighty... how rumours fly.. I juss say announcement.. and all of a sudden i'm either running away from Blogistan or getting married. Well, its neither.. Cant run away from Blogistan because the people here are so awesome (i'm sure i'll eat the cant run away words someday) and wont be getting married because there still is my elder brother who's file is at the top of the register

Guest Attack!!! Yeah yeah.. so i post about people not updating then i disappear... i know i know.. I'm lazy... But in my defense... I had a friend over from back home and i didnt get much time to update... Anyways, to the people who would like me to link them, i'd love to do it too, but i'm contemplating (yay, i know long words) whether or not i should change the template or not. As some people will have noticed, there are blogs i visit regularly but havent added to me links.. If and when i decide to get something done, the first think i'll do is add the links.. please bear with my laziness people! On a different note, i have put up the fotolog so you guys should rush off and see it (well those who havent anyway) and yes i did hide the plates! Props to Abez ji for the guest post below.. Awesome job as ever.. but this one, (to those who read her first guest post) is a continuation of it... and here's the good part.. it has not ending... yup... u guys decide

Anybody home? Is it me, or does it seem like blogistan is deserted these days?? I've been blog hopping today and from the looks of it no one's been posting recently. People on hiatus, people leaving their blogs.. Seems like i'm the only one running around people's blogs. On another note, i'm thinking of getting a photolog maybe. I dont know if i'll be able to keep up but hmmmm.. should i go with photolog or do people have any suggestions? One of the reasons I am thinking to put up a photolog is cuz me sis Otty had asked to see pics of me car. Got the pics, juss thinking to either post 'em on me blog or go about with me camera and try to be all artsy shmartsy. Decisions decisions....

I'm tired, useless and cant move! Well need i say more from what you read in the title of the post... hmmm... Ok here's something for you guys to try... Make a sentence which has to have the following words Icecream (hehehe.. i wonder where that came from) Blog (funny that word should crop up on a BLOG) Mobile/Cell phone Save the world Enjoy.... Incidentally.. anyone interested in doing a guest post??

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2 fast 2 useless! Ok, hands up all of you who have seen Fast and the Furious and not 2 fast 2 furious yet??? Right... All of you may go and sit over there and not read this... cuz this is gonna seriously dent ur intentions of watching the second installment of the awesome-cars-yet-crap movie! Now, the first thing that I noticed was... (yeap i'm gonna be mean again) was the fact that all the dialogues for the main actor/hero kinda person were written by a 2 year old... Hmmm.. nah thass not accurate enough... they were written by a retarded 2 year old who is in love with the hip hop culture... yeah.. that sounds better.. I mean what is the deal with the word bro... Yeah a lotta people use it, but not as punctuation for their sentences!!! GAWD!!! The cars as usual were class... Although i fail to see why he should have an EVO for the entire length of the movie as opposed to the Skyline??? I mean the skyline has menacing presence... i'll eat u and spit u outta my exhaust

Anything but that!!! I was flicking through channels in the evening today bored outta my head. And during this, one of my many travels of the flicking-kind, I came upon a channel which was showing Faiza's favourite movie!! (hehehe... sorry Faiza). Yeap, none other than the Titanic. Thanfully it was the last 10 min so i decided, for the heck of it, that i'd watch. It was the scene where the girl is floating on that piece of wood and Leo-di-mega-crappio is in the water talking to her. Now the water's freezing, so they're both shivering from the cold, have ice frozen on their hair. I wonder if their hair was fronzen, does that mean the snot in their noses was frozen too... cuz if it was... then in theory that would mean their noses were blocked which would increase the chances of both of them kicking the bucket anyway... Plus the steam coming from their mouths seemed more like cigarette smoke.. (i'd know) ... Now how can cigarette smoke be coming from two professi

Comic Relief Why did the chicken cross the road? SAEED AL SAHAF - Iraqi Head of Information The chicken did not cross the road. This is a complete fabrication. We do not even have a chicken. GEORGE W BUSH We don't care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either for us or against us. There is no middle ground. COLIN POWELL Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road. TONY BLAIR I agree with George. HANS BLIX We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road. DR SEUSS Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their mo

Who in my HOUSE?! The above title has been inspired by my colleague at work Luis, who in turn was inspired by the Haitian dudes from Badboys2. And no it doesnt have to do with creapy crawlies chilling somewhere under the house... (although in this heat, they probably are). But instead about the people who add me on msn... I mean this is getting absolutely rediculous now... I mean i juss got added by someone again.. and i'll probably never see that person online... Its sooo weird... And juss the other day i was runnin' around blogistan and i saw this email addy on one of the blogs.. and i'm thinking i've seen this somewhere befoer.. and it wasnt on this blog... Turns out it was an email someone added me on ages ago... And i've never talked to that person... now i know who it is.. i shall be having a word with them soon. I have got a few people on blogistan who i err.. sorta talk to every now and then.. nice people, I enjoy the convos.. But then again i've got

No talk? will travel Yeap.. today I'm outta things to say, but the only reason i am saying stuff is cuz not many other people in blogistan are saying much. So to compensate for the lack of talking by others, i shall talk, though i do not have much to talk about. Hence the reason for my talking is because talking has been reduced in blogistan *thinks of more ways to say the same thing over and over* Naaah.. I wont bore you guyz. The weather's pretty hot here Subhanallah. I mean i've been through worse... 50 degs in the shade in cyprus so no complaints. Today ammi (mom to you Urdually challenged people) said something that struck home for me big-time. She doesnt know how much but when she said you realize how much of a ni'ma (gift) from Allah food is when you're hungry. Basically everyone in the house (with the exception of me, part-time job) had gone to the Islamic Cultural Center cuz the Rabita Alam-e-Islami people were there doing their programs. Some renown

I'm Back The words of the immortal terminator. Yep, saw the third movie as well and have to say, in my book, i think the direction on this was soo much better than Matrix Reloaded. In fact me thinks Ganday Larkay 2 (Bad boys 2) was better than reloaded too. (yes i know i'll probably get pelted with eggs when i leave the house tomorrow but hey, thass my opinion). The one thing i dont like about the Terminator movies is the way they have to be teleported or transported or some other kinda ported back in time, why in heck do they have to do it naked. I mean come on, if nothing else there must be a sale at ur local K-mart... Juss grab a hawaian shirt, some shorts and a pair of flip flops for the dude!! sheesh. I loved the action sequences.... and i'll repeat what u've probably heard from everyone else who's seen the movie.. But that girl is BAD! B.A.D. BAD... Taste a person's blood and check if they're the right person... hmmm... definitely cool! Ok, one

Whachu gonna do?? Yeah I'm back... Jazaka'Allah to all the nice people who made online duas.. and to those who made offline duas... Y'all make my day people.... and Alhamdulillah i think the eye is back to 100%. (No abez...not the blue turkish eye!) I was watching bad boys2 last nite... Nice movie... definitely nice car chases... (anyone notice how things on my blog come back to cars, food and icecream) Hmmm... the chase in the ferrari was awesome... Man those action pichur directors got some creative minds... but where the creative minds collided was in the fact that for some reason when Martin Lawrence is about to jack an innocent civilian of his beat up ol' Chevy Sprint (or watever the chevy version of the suzuki swift is called), will smith goes get another car.... and here is where it all goes pear-shaped (wake up people, this is getting interesting now!!!). Martin Lawrence stops a silver Cadillac CTS-V which looks awesome i admit.. but then somewhere in th

I'll be back!! No its not that i've seen the new terminator movie or anything... Just that i sorta look like the good ol' half-man half-machine model 101 cyberdine systems cooked up ages ago (or ages later). Ok so i dont look as butch as the terminator.. or as scary... or tall... or have the looks... ok ok.. so maybe i dont look like him in any way but atleast i've got a red eye. Noooo.. i didnt get punched tryin' to do a terminator impression... It's some kinda infection I got in me left eye on Thursday me thinks.. So yeah.. blood shot red eye.. took a day off work too... its better now.. but it's soo damn weird.. it juss constantly feels like there's something stuck in my eye and if i try to rub it, it'll get worse!!! ARGH!! Oh well.. people go through worse.. I suppose I shouldnt complain.. (even though i've complained already)... some duas my way people.. and a lot more for the brothers and sisters suffering in the world today. I'

Randomly late Righty-o people. At the moment I am locked furiously in a debate (well ok not that furiously) with squeaky (no names) as to why i shouldnt get married (some of you may have gotten an idea who my squeaky sis is by now). We wont go into that here right now. I'd like to say Jazaka'Allah to the following people (i wont be putting up the links cuz i'm a lazy so-and-so) for their comments.. the design king eXcalibur, french fried Yazmeeeni, the dehydrated editor-at-large owly, Sensei to the underdogs of english Abez, the gangster from Manchester (ok so it sorta rhymes) Mani, the extremely vegetarian Otty, the hippiest blogistani Faiza, the newly layoutly hijabified Sana, the leafy Fara (hey sis welcome back), the squeaky Annie, the fresh-off-a-wedding buzz B and last but definitely not least, the ludicrous chocoholic that is Shereen. For those of you who advised to pray Nafil for the good results, well, me and the entire household had already prayed. Cuz t

*Phew* Relief Yup, another scary aspect of me life comes to a somewhat satisfactory close Alhamdulillah... actually no.. i shouldnt say somewhat satisfactory... I mean Alhamdulillah all is well. (funny how we can be sooooo forgetful) Anyways, so yeah.... got my results for my last semester today... actually i was walking out the door cuz we were gonna go buy a car and i saw this envelope with my name on it. So I quickly opened it up, looked inside and as soon as i realized it was a result sheet.. i was like should i or shouldnt i.. Then i thought.. oh wat the hey... Its not like it'll do much damage. Looked at 'em and... *drum roll* Badamching!!!! Aced both my courses for the last semester Alhamdulillah. Yeap yeap... one step closer to that first class honours thing... now it's time for you to go overtime in your duas for me so all my parents hopes (and all the dosh i put into this whole escapade becomes worthwhile) But then again i'm still slacking on my project

Laydeeeeeeeeeeeeeees and Genle'men... I wont be posting tonite cuz its tooo hot, i'm tired and it's past my bedtime.. and I'm talking to a blogistani too :) I've got to get up early in the morning too... but sometimes juss talking to someone is a bit more important. Lazyness galore... anwyays... y'all take care now Insha'Allah.

Out of the house at WHAT TIME?? Ok now me being creature of the night, I usually sleep after Fajr.. or an hour or so before and then get up groggy eyed again. Anyways, yesterday nite Ammi tells me i gotta go to the airport in the morning to go pick up this carton of books (part of my mom's collection of Islamic books) which was still in Saudi Arabia 3 years after we left. Someone was gonna bring it over and yada yada yada.. basically i had no choice but to get to the airport as early as possible and get the stuff... FINE! Which meant i had to be outta the house at around 5:15 in the morning and make the hour and a half or so journey to the airport to be there in time for the flight to come in. In the morning it was slightly cold but being me, i walked off in a t-shirt (well cuz i knew it was gonna go 'I'm-going-to-throw-you-in-boiling-lava' kinda hot in the afternoon. Got there 15 min before the people came out... Alhamdulillah they brought along a bottle of Zamzam

Conservatory Now as you can tell from the title... actually u cant cuz it's juss one random word there.. i mean the word conservatory could mean anything on its own right?? I mean it could mean .... hold it.. i'm babbling.. and now u all think i'm weird... errr.. no no.. believe me i'm not paranoid!! ok i'll stop now... Yeah so anyways, the past 2 days... 10 hours a day me and a friend have been working in our conservatory... nay.. on our conservatory... replacing the roof to be precise... Yeah we first had to take off the old roof (which was glass) all the fixtures... clean up the old frame and everything... grrr.. back breaking i tell ya! Yesterday was mostly spent taking the old stuff down and getting the new stuff ready to be put up.... We've still got the lead-work (as in the metal LEAD) to do and all the filling and the tid bits to finish it off.. that's to be done on Thursday Insha'Allah. Plus this is becoming an expensive proposition for m

Top this!! A few months ago someone randomly added me on msn and then decided to chat to me... I had no idea who this was and i didnt wanna ask any obvious questions or give anything away so um... it progressed in a sorta weird way... (surprise surprise with me around!) Halfway through i added someone i knew to monitor the conversation but they didnt say a word.. juss watched.. here's how it went! :) (it's a bit long... sorry) Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation. Position Me. says: you. The Usual Suspect says: u Position Me. says: are dumb? The Usual Suspect says: is a stupid question Position Me. says: no.. it is The Usual Suspect says: and how do u know Position Me. says: how to type The Usual Suspect says: is simple The Usual Suspect says: who r u Position Me. says: Is easy Position Me. says: to talk to me like that? The Usual Suspect says: to b busy like me Posi