We're Not Gonna Take It!

Here I go again on my own   All I can say is Alhamdulillah for good parents who teach you the right stuff and tell you the stuff you need to stay away from (not that I always listen but sometimes I convince myself). The riff raff I'm about to describe started at around 10:30pm today. Basically we have these family friends (well dad's known 'em for like 30 odd years), who's son is Masha'Allah getting married. Actually I think he has gotten married, they just havent gotten the wife over from Pakistan yet (waiting for visas I think). Anyways, they had this thing at their place for women today. They had informed us a week ago and invited mom to come. They're like oh yeah its females only but bring Omar and Usman along. I'm like mom, I'll pass... my brother aint the type either so we ofcourse didnt go. It was all young females and uncles and what not. Skip to 10:30 when I go to pick 'em up. I get there, door's open and some punjabi tunes bl

Center of my Heart Yesterday started out just as any normal day would. Since I had finished getting ready for Juma and had a good half an hour to kill (an hour before khutbah, not the actual Namaz mind you) so I thought I'd log on and see who's around. So I'm around being bothered by an un-named blogistani when Gul logs on. Now before anyone starts going oooooh.. gul huh? who's she then etc... Gul was/is my baji from Cyprus. I got to know her early on in Cyprus and we were pretty cool friends. She always called me her bacha bhai (she learned a few urdu words from us).. Did i mention Gul is a cypriot. And I began calling her Abla (meanin elder sis in turkish) and later baji (as in the urdu word). So anyways, life went on, was very cool... got to know her whole family, relatives, fiance (who ofcourse is now her husband)... the whole 9 yards. She got married in the last year of university (she was a year my senior). A year after I moved back Gul had a miscarriage a

Toot Toot Toot.. The person you are calling is not available! Sunday morning blues.... bleu!

You say we're not responsible... WE ARE The title for this post comes from one of the songs off the soundtrack for Spiderman2. It is an awesome song, not you're regular lovey dovey crap... which is why it sorta appealed to me. If nothing else, just find the lyrics to it... (i'm too lazy to go look for 'em right now). One thing that I have come to know is that the Soundtrack will apparently have a track from the Pakistani band Strings in it.. I mean come on.. Strings is like my favourite paki band if there ever was one... (junoon is crap for anyone who didnt know it already). And Strings on the spiderman 2 soundtrack.. how cool is that? Apparently the track is played during the movie a bit as well... The official launch date for the soundtrack was the 7th of July (yesterday/today cuz i still havent slept) but we've had the soundtrack at work since last week. But then I've never really looked at the track listing but I'll definitely be doing that tomorrow.

9 to 5 Man people in blogistan really are pushy arent they? I mean come on, cant a guy ignore his blog in peace anymore?? tsk tsk.. whats this world coming to... Oh well.. since I am here I mite as well make the effort eh? I watched the mummy returns the other day. Pretty cool movie. I still say brendan fraser is one of the most underrated actors around. I mean come on the guy and pull off gags like no other.. And ofcourse his guest appearances in scrubs had me in fits always. Anyways (yup this is the part where I go ballistic on the movie). For anyone who's seen either of the movies, they will know that the arab guy is the coolest portrayal of an arab dude in ages. And ofcourse the strong silent type thing going on is soo awesome (as opposed to the usual 'death to all infidels' portrayal u usually see in movies). And its cool he actually speaks arabic in between too (if only one sentence at a time). Like when they're facing the evil dust made army of tall we