Yes am in Abu Dhabi which half of the people may already know about. The purpose for my stay is also pretty known - so - for the ignorant - am being introduced to ACCA Level 1 thanx to my cousin wahaj whose doing a good job teaching me the basics.
But mostly we dont study. Study part is right at the end of the day when we all are about to watch a movie and I go like "U &*$#^$&*# better teach me or I'll &*$^(#&$^ .... YEAH!!!"So he gets scared :P and teaches me for the sake of his life :P
So, incidents keep happening to make me realise how much I suck at sport. And how much sport is not my ball game. Table tennis is the worst. I recently got thrashed on the table without a single smash by the opponent and the scores are 21-3. YAY! 3 cheers for looser. I dont need to count how many times this happened. Enough embarrasment already. Dont tell me to practise, been there done that. Cricket and Billiards is what i was getting good at .. or atleast i think so, but then again i got stuck somewhere and progress is none.
Anyways, enough of selfish ranting. Amongst the highlights of this stay which ends tomorrow inshALLAH, I flew in a LUMINA tonight. Yes, FLEW. OK .. JUMPED. Jumped up a HUGE hump at about 70-80km/hr all four wheels in the air. Alhumdulillah all are safe (except the guy hu got a seat belt under his butt) and so is the car. Nonetheless, that was some fun shit.
Quote of the day :- Girl:- OMG!! you? respect ME ?
Boy:- Yes, I respect women and animal species :P
Girl:- Great! so you respect me AND YOURSELF :P
(actual chat session)
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
the grey flower
Here, hold it;
and hold it close
this metal rose
that destiny chose;
be victor over tyranny.
Squeeze their blood
out their flesh.
Cut their veins
and make a mess.
Worry no more, you have been blessed
with the metal rose that destiny chose.
The golden baby
which lies within,
Use it well
to entice the men.
Then slice the men
Good bye with them.
Click-ti-click
let the wheel move.
Puncture bodies
and deepen wounds.
And when the smoke rises
let the ashes fall
and crimson flow beneath your feet.
Then dip the rose that destiny chose
and color the metal with life of red.
and hold it close
this metal rose
that destiny chose;
be victor over tyranny.
Squeeze their blood
out their flesh.
Cut their veins
and make a mess.
Worry no more, you have been blessed
with the metal rose that destiny chose.
The golden baby
which lies within,
Use it well
to entice the men.
Then slice the men
Good bye with them.
Click-ti-click
let the wheel move.
Puncture bodies
and deepen wounds.
And when the smoke rises
let the ashes fall
and crimson flow beneath your feet.
Then dip the rose that destiny chose
and color the metal with life of red.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
what the subconsciuos mind wrote ... and other stories.
I saw pictures today. They were normal pictures. Plain and simple; unlike life. They had people posing and backgrounds ignorant. Sharp on the models, blur on the base.
I am confused now. Should I write or should I write? Because I am writing a paragraph of random thoughts. But they are so cool that they pull me in to a dilemma as strongly as you pull the fishing line out of water. I could make poetry out of them. I felt. It doesnt have to rhyme but it looks so cool. Sounds. I mean.
I feel weary and fray. I am not on alcohol, I would never be. Haraam! My subconscious mind is playing tricks. It tells my left brain to think and my right brain to not think. I am stuck once more.
Whore!
I have absolutely no idea where that came from but its comic and has awaken my senses a little bit.
But the bed and the quilt is warm and comforting and sleep is inviting. I think I should shut now. My nose is blocked and I feel weak. I think I would be sick in the morning. The paper has ended and I cant turn. I dont feel like. Let quit.
------
nonsense ..
This is what your brain does to you when you dont sleep and you hold a paper and a pen at bed.
Moving on .. I am back on the sand. Back in Dubai. Been quite some time now. More than a week. Feels great and hot! Thank GOD for Air Conditioning.
My PC's MOTHERBOARDs been naughty when I was gone, and now its become unstable. Even at 115 FSB it does not start windows.
My sim go fluxed resting in my wallet pocket. With all the sweat and the money, I guess it had to. But well, I made sure I got it changed first thing when I came here.
My Internet Line got 'I-HAVE-NO-IDEA-WHAT' and didnt work for almost 4 days and I could have starved of 'INTERNETLESSNESS'. JazaakALLAH to ETISALAT for once, those guys actually did work on it day in and day out. He'd show up every day, waking me up of my beauty sleep and check wierd stuff and unintellegible numbers and fingures. And he had that wierd big yellow elephant injection like instrument to trace signals in lines and it made loud beep sounds enough to wake a heavy sleeper. Anyways, he did well and am impressed to see a local work that hard. May Allah make more locals like him.
Hmm ... so my results were out some time ago. Got 2 B's which aint bad for A levels. But then not V.Good either considering what I was expected of. At least an A in chemistry could have done the trick, coz you hardly get an A in DnT in A levels. Atleast none from our school as yet. And so my arch rival beat me with an A,B grade. And I admit, she definitely is better than me in studies. Atleast for this year. Coz I beat her last year and InshALLAH, I'll make a good success story later on too :D. Nonetheless congrats to her and all of those who got good grades and to those who never expected theyd pass but did and to all of those who did A LEVEL. May Allah give you success in whatever GOOD you do.
A semi-sane post comes to an end. I shall sleep now. Its 6:02 in the morning.
Quote of the day:- Photographs are posing people. Truth there is few.
I am confused now. Should I write or should I write? Because I am writing a paragraph of random thoughts. But they are so cool that they pull me in to a dilemma as strongly as you pull the fishing line out of water. I could make poetry out of them. I felt. It doesnt have to rhyme but it looks so cool. Sounds. I mean.
I feel weary and fray. I am not on alcohol, I would never be. Haraam! My subconscious mind is playing tricks. It tells my left brain to think and my right brain to not think. I am stuck once more.
Whore!
I have absolutely no idea where that came from but its comic and has awaken my senses a little bit.
But the bed and the quilt is warm and comforting and sleep is inviting. I think I should shut now. My nose is blocked and I feel weak. I think I would be sick in the morning. The paper has ended and I cant turn. I dont feel like. Let quit.
------
nonsense ..
This is what your brain does to you when you dont sleep and you hold a paper and a pen at bed.
Moving on .. I am back on the sand. Back in Dubai. Been quite some time now. More than a week. Feels great and hot! Thank GOD for Air Conditioning.
My PC's MOTHERBOARDs been naughty when I was gone, and now its become unstable. Even at 115 FSB it does not start windows.
My sim go fluxed resting in my wallet pocket. With all the sweat and the money, I guess it had to. But well, I made sure I got it changed first thing when I came here.
My Internet Line got 'I-HAVE-NO-IDEA-WHAT' and didnt work for almost 4 days and I could have starved of 'INTERNETLESSNESS'. JazaakALLAH to ETISALAT for once, those guys actually did work on it day in and day out. He'd show up every day, waking me up of my beauty sleep and check wierd stuff and unintellegible numbers and fingures. And he had that wierd big yellow elephant injection like instrument to trace signals in lines and it made loud beep sounds enough to wake a heavy sleeper. Anyways, he did well and am impressed to see a local work that hard. May Allah make more locals like him.
Hmm ... so my results were out some time ago. Got 2 B's which aint bad for A levels. But then not V.Good either considering what I was expected of. At least an A in chemistry could have done the trick, coz you hardly get an A in DnT in A levels. Atleast none from our school as yet. And so my arch rival beat me with an A,B grade. And I admit, she definitely is better than me in studies. Atleast for this year. Coz I beat her last year and InshALLAH, I'll make a good success story later on too :D. Nonetheless congrats to her and all of those who got good grades and to those who never expected theyd pass but did and to all of those who did A LEVEL. May Allah give you success in whatever GOOD you do.
A semi-sane post comes to an end. I shall sleep now. Its 6:02 in the morning.
Quote of the day:- Photographs are posing people. Truth there is few.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
adrenaline high
"Baaarrrghhh .. brrrr.. brrrrgh .. baaaarrghhh brrgghhh brrrgh... "the bike gnarled through the muffler.He gave a slight race as the pasenger sat behind him and just as he did the bike sped away with a loud, echoing, pick up.
The bike zipped a corner and was into the main street with rickshaw horns welcoming them on their back. The bike picked up speed and the sound of the silencer grew steadily. It gained more speed. More now. Even more... The air that slapped the rider's faces drilled goosebumps in their bones. Their eyes twitched as their eye brows flickered madly in the swift wind. Even then, they were able to see the red pairs of lights closing in from the front.
They were approaching the signal but the rider seemed least bothered about their speed. The passenger in the back felt panic raise in his stomach, but somehow he shut up and smiled. They slowed a lil but never stopped. The car in front was slowing down, the bike took an immediate right and an alarming left from a rickshaw and found it self between 2 busses. The traffic was stopped at this point but not their bike.
They moved forward with jerky brakes every now and then and atlast found themselves on the front line of the signal stop. The junction was slowly filling with cars from the right. The bike's stop was of a mere second. He looked right and wheely'd in to the junction with blaring mufler sound. They crossed on red, horizontal to incoming traffic and there was no sign of horns and honks. Not surprising, this is the usual.
Adrenaline was pumping high as the bike weaved through traffic, bending a good 60 degrees on a few turns. Bikes, busses, cars and rickshaws were mere standing obstacles, as the bike sped through the spaces between them. There were points where they brushed the cars met flaps and side view mirrors, but it was all part of the fun. They ended on the petrol station, filling the petrol they had burnt. Then they made the same journey back home.
The rider was Faizan. The passsenger was LuDa.
In other news, I will be coming back by 12th InshALLAH. As per the latest info.
The results are not ouyt yet at least for our school, and i get more time to pray.
I am registered for ACCA, thanx to Muddu. May ALLAH bless him as He has blessed me with a friend like him.
I miss science.
I havent started reading Harry Potter 6.
I am an ass. :)
Quote of the Day:-Sacred is not God, but your belief in HIM.
The bike zipped a corner and was into the main street with rickshaw horns welcoming them on their back. The bike picked up speed and the sound of the silencer grew steadily. It gained more speed. More now. Even more... The air that slapped the rider's faces drilled goosebumps in their bones. Their eyes twitched as their eye brows flickered madly in the swift wind. Even then, they were able to see the red pairs of lights closing in from the front.
They were approaching the signal but the rider seemed least bothered about their speed. The passenger in the back felt panic raise in his stomach, but somehow he shut up and smiled. They slowed a lil but never stopped. The car in front was slowing down, the bike took an immediate right and an alarming left from a rickshaw and found it self between 2 busses. The traffic was stopped at this point but not their bike.
They moved forward with jerky brakes every now and then and atlast found themselves on the front line of the signal stop. The junction was slowly filling with cars from the right. The bike's stop was of a mere second. He looked right and wheely'd in to the junction with blaring mufler sound. They crossed on red, horizontal to incoming traffic and there was no sign of horns and honks. Not surprising, this is the usual.
Adrenaline was pumping high as the bike weaved through traffic, bending a good 60 degrees on a few turns. Bikes, busses, cars and rickshaws were mere standing obstacles, as the bike sped through the spaces between them. There were points where they brushed the cars met flaps and side view mirrors, but it was all part of the fun. They ended on the petrol station, filling the petrol they had burnt. Then they made the same journey back home.
The rider was Faizan. The passsenger was LuDa.
In other news, I will be coming back by 12th InshALLAH. As per the latest info.
The results are not ouyt yet at least for our school, and i get more time to pray.
I am registered for ACCA, thanx to Muddu. May ALLAH bless him as He has blessed me with a friend like him.
I miss science.
I havent started reading Harry Potter 6.
I am an ass. :)
Quote of the Day:-Sacred is not God, but your belief in HIM.
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