Its 12 30 in the morning and the bustle is starting to gear up. People have become restless now. All eyes at the door. The people on the right side would get to see him first. There is no chaos; rather everyone sits/kneels within there limits. But regular glances up to the door from their holy books, makes evident their unsetledness. The time is near.
Infact it's here, as the man himself, enters the front gates of the mosque. His head bowed in modesty with the turban lossened and down his sides. The young man takes quick strides towards the mic, the men are already on their feet. 'Allah Hu Akbar!' the BOSE emit and he takes the men into magical grip with his powerful and effusive recitation of the Quran.... and so the last 10 days (ASHR) of the Ramadan have begun.
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Ramadan has not been as fruitful for the begining part of it. The EXTRA was not applicable. I was too involved in my classes and Mashreq. Nothing much that I could do either but I plan not to let go of these last precious moments that I have.
Its been a long time since I have blogged and I got a 5 minute window before Isha, so i guess I can squeeze in a few things into it. No. 1 mainly being the Earthquake.
Its everywhere. All the news and papers have been soaked in blood of the people that were taken away in the surge of nature. The no.s are still rising, and their is nothing that we could do about it. Sad. Isnt it? How we watch people being cut just so that they can stay alive. How we watch bodies in rubbles with everything fine except a head. Painful. Pityful.
But we dont learn do we? We cry, we mourn, we shut up for 2 minutes, but we never take heed. Wraths are all Gods way of showing His displeasure in our doings. The Quran says that 'there isnt any azaab/wrath on people until they have gone astray'. Innocence was not the one that died, it seems our concience has. How we pray and cry for the ones lost and we dont question why.
Anyhow, the damage was massive, and places are still being hit. First the Tsunami, then Katrina, Rita, the quake, and now its America's turn again by Wilma. Its not getting any better is it? Pray and take heed, we should, there is no other option.
Quote of the day :- God's not happy.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
24 is small quantity
Recently, I have discovered that 24hours in a day are not enough.
We cant change that but we can always imagine. Quite a few of you would agree that would'nt it be nice if GOD stretched the sun's cycle a lil bit so that we could fit in those extra nooches we usually miss. A year earlier I wouldnt have been saying this, but complications change your attitude. Now, that isnt about to happen in any case, so I guess its time for me to start management of time.
So, its a daily routine that sends me up at 7:30 out of home bounds and at 10:30 I can come back if I choose to. As pathetic as it may sound and as exhausting as it feels, I find it safe to say that its entertaining nonetheless. Enternaining in the sense, that I am never free. Added to that is the thrill of not doing stuff PURELY because i dont get time and not because am lazy. And not to forget the pity i get from ppl... ;).
OK! SO ramadan is coming up. Rather already at the last step and about to knock up on us. Makes one wonder how pathetic we are. How well hypocrisy controls us and how well we let it do it. When its RAMADAN, we go all cute and cudly under GOD, which is ACTUALY what is required and there is no harm in that. But as soon as it is over, we are back to our routine. And do we feel pathetic? naah, hardly.
Its like we shift gears and go back to 'usual' when the terrain becomes smooth. Its true we should get all shaken up and do the EXTRA that we usually dont, but that doesnt mean we shouldnt try half as hard in the normal time. And if you consider, what is that EXTRA? Nothing but the USUAL you HAVENT been doing Usually, leave aside a few things.
Ramadan, is the basic training for a person to gain strength for the rest of the year. The strength to fight evil, around him and within him. The nawafil fasts are optional for a person to regain on that strength when he think he's fading and the concious approaches his misery.
Anyhu, Ramadan is gonna be awesome inshALLAH, although it does feel a lil wierd, might I add. The main gathering, within which ramadan was gainable and at the same time enjoyable, is gone. Its a one man thing now. One for one and all for none. Specially for me, as the classes arent gonna stop and I still have the job till atleast 8th of OCT and probably even further. I got quite a few plans, lets c how they work out. Hopefully for the best. InshALLAH. Plus there is no car right now, so the usual Bukhatir salah, would have to be carefully planned, if not to be missed.
Nonetheless, InshALLAH, may Allah bless us all in this month and may we all get the opportunity to avail the best out of it. AAMEEN
Quote of the day:- Coz an opportunity as all you get. To make the most out of it is all upto you.
We cant change that but we can always imagine. Quite a few of you would agree that would'nt it be nice if GOD stretched the sun's cycle a lil bit so that we could fit in those extra nooches we usually miss. A year earlier I wouldnt have been saying this, but complications change your attitude. Now, that isnt about to happen in any case, so I guess its time for me to start management of time.
So, its a daily routine that sends me up at 7:30 out of home bounds and at 10:30 I can come back if I choose to. As pathetic as it may sound and as exhausting as it feels, I find it safe to say that its entertaining nonetheless. Enternaining in the sense, that I am never free. Added to that is the thrill of not doing stuff PURELY because i dont get time and not because am lazy. And not to forget the pity i get from ppl... ;).
OK! SO ramadan is coming up. Rather already at the last step and about to knock up on us. Makes one wonder how pathetic we are. How well hypocrisy controls us and how well we let it do it. When its RAMADAN, we go all cute and cudly under GOD, which is ACTUALY what is required and there is no harm in that. But as soon as it is over, we are back to our routine. And do we feel pathetic? naah, hardly.
Its like we shift gears and go back to 'usual' when the terrain becomes smooth. Its true we should get all shaken up and do the EXTRA that we usually dont, but that doesnt mean we shouldnt try half as hard in the normal time. And if you consider, what is that EXTRA? Nothing but the USUAL you HAVENT been doing Usually, leave aside a few things.
Ramadan, is the basic training for a person to gain strength for the rest of the year. The strength to fight evil, around him and within him. The nawafil fasts are optional for a person to regain on that strength when he think he's fading and the concious approaches his misery.
Anyhu, Ramadan is gonna be awesome inshALLAH, although it does feel a lil wierd, might I add. The main gathering, within which ramadan was gainable and at the same time enjoyable, is gone. Its a one man thing now. One for one and all for none. Specially for me, as the classes arent gonna stop and I still have the job till atleast 8th of OCT and probably even further. I got quite a few plans, lets c how they work out. Hopefully for the best. InshALLAH. Plus there is no car right now, so the usual Bukhatir salah, would have to be carefully planned, if not to be missed.
Nonetheless, InshALLAH, may Allah bless us all in this month and may we all get the opportunity to avail the best out of it. AAMEEN
Quote of the day:- Coz an opportunity as all you get. To make the most out of it is all upto you.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
JACKED O MEGA
One of those days when you feel like everything that has happened today is so much like ...
WHAT THE F#^@&*#!!!???
I got a job at Mashreq Bank. Temporary data entry operator and voluntary forms auditor. It is a temporary job, but tiring nonetheless. Makes me realise what an ass I am when I think my Dad is so boring when he comes back home.
From 8-6 straight shift and then 7-10 evening class, jacked is an understatement. And to make it so-very-fuggd-up .. I am the laughing bich of the class, coz my brains to dumb to understand when DEBIT and CREDIT entries differ.
Tonight was actually the very first of an expected melodrama which will follow for a week atleast. Couldnt answer a single question with confidence enough and became a stupid crap piece of the class. And because i never stop whining about how shit it is, I think i am becoming a major nuisance to everybody. Thank God for Shanil and Zeeshan and Kashif or I'd be shite today.
And it doesnt end here, am suffering from the EXERSION SICKNESS I get every now and then, and the black circles around my eyes encroach their way down the cheeks. So my throat pains and I whine once again, coz i cannot have COKE! I have become an insane addict now and it hurts me when I cant.
Diets gone all bad with only a hefty dinner at night and a shawarmah in the evening. Mornings are filled with caffinated drinks which the bank offers for free. And I seriously dont mind that. The job up there is uber fun and I do look forward to go there. Honestly, it doesnt feel like a job. Umm more like a keep busy morning session. Although, by the time your done, you're actually done ..:P Nonetheless, talking big and talking with the big boys, only grows on you. The only thing I fear is that I dont mess up. And wierdly enough, I am begining to like all the formality now.
In other news, Red Bull feels soooooooooo gooooooooooooood. OMG I didnt realise what I was missing since a long time my dad banned me off it. Then last night he actually got me one :).
It owns!!
Anyhu, I havta sleep. InshALLAH tomorrow will be better. 1.2 looks prettier than 1.1. Although I am not getting much time to study, but soon enough I will. Also, hopefully there'd be good news in my post, the next time I blog.
Ma3salaam
Quote of the day :- My burden's nothing. Check out my friend.
WHAT THE F#^@&*#!!!???
I got a job at Mashreq Bank. Temporary data entry operator and voluntary forms auditor. It is a temporary job, but tiring nonetheless. Makes me realise what an ass I am when I think my Dad is so boring when he comes back home.
From 8-6 straight shift and then 7-10 evening class, jacked is an understatement. And to make it so-very-fuggd-up .. I am the laughing bich of the class, coz my brains to dumb to understand when DEBIT and CREDIT entries differ.
Tonight was actually the very first of an expected melodrama which will follow for a week atleast. Couldnt answer a single question with confidence enough and became a stupid crap piece of the class. And because i never stop whining about how shit it is, I think i am becoming a major nuisance to everybody. Thank God for Shanil and Zeeshan and Kashif or I'd be shite today.
And it doesnt end here, am suffering from the EXERSION SICKNESS I get every now and then, and the black circles around my eyes encroach their way down the cheeks. So my throat pains and I whine once again, coz i cannot have COKE! I have become an insane addict now and it hurts me when I cant.
Diets gone all bad with only a hefty dinner at night and a shawarmah in the evening. Mornings are filled with caffinated drinks which the bank offers for free. And I seriously dont mind that. The job up there is uber fun and I do look forward to go there. Honestly, it doesnt feel like a job. Umm more like a keep busy morning session. Although, by the time your done, you're actually done ..:P Nonetheless, talking big and talking with the big boys, only grows on you. The only thing I fear is that I dont mess up. And wierdly enough, I am begining to like all the formality now.
In other news, Red Bull feels soooooooooo gooooooooooooood. OMG I didnt realise what I was missing since a long time my dad banned me off it. Then last night he actually got me one :).
It owns!!
Anyhu, I havta sleep. InshALLAH tomorrow will be better. 1.2 looks prettier than 1.1. Although I am not getting much time to study, but soon enough I will. Also, hopefully there'd be good news in my post, the next time I blog.
Ma3salaam
Quote of the day :- My burden's nothing. Check out my friend.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
O MY GAWD O MY GAWD O MY GAWD
many O MY GAWD O MY GAWD O MY GAWD things happening and ALHUMDULILLAH all have been in good terms. Lets go in the chronological order of the events, shall we?
OMG NO.1
OMG OMG OMG .. FINAL FANTASY 7 ADVENT CHILDREN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATED FEATURE LENGTH FILM ON THE PLANET.
Even though the story is very hard for a non FF7AC player to understand people will enjoy it just for the special effects and EXTRA COOL and BEAUTIFUL eyecandy. Final Fantasy sticks to its original game story line and delivers an awesome fast movie with loads of action and hell loadsa wonderful looking people and lush environments. Although, some may find the guys to look much cuter then gals, but then I guess Square Enix must be filled with gays.
OMG NO. 2
OMG OMG OMG .. PERVAIZ BHAEE TREATED ME TO A 512 MB DUO CARD FOR MY PSP .. WOOTANG!!!... :P:D
So he says he'll treat me for dinner coz of his new job, and so i say i cant come coz i got a class on thursday evening. So he says till what time so i say till 10. So he says ok np, I will give u tht thing as well as the treat and I go like no u dont have to. So he says arey i will give u both so i say... ummmm... hmmm .. uhhh .. OK >> :DDDDDD .. MUAHAHA ..
So he kills his time searching and he cant find it. And so he gives me the money and so I buy it myself .. and 512 MB rocks!
OMG NO.3
OMG OMG OMG .. BURNOUT LEGENDS OWNS EVERY GOD DAMN GAME ON THE PLANET AS OFF YET! (racing genre i mean)
I spent 3 hours on the net just reading tutorials and downloading programs to work the BURNOUT LEGENDS (ISO) on the PSP, and HELL YEAH it was all worth it. When I finally overcome my own fault and the ISO started working, I was jumping up and down alone in my house screaming and shouting and ripping off my clothes (shirt only). GAAAAAHHHHH!!! .. I was crazy not only coz I had the latest game for the PSP but moreover I did it on my own, thinking and trying and discovering and applying .. WOAH! MashALLAh MashALLAH .. :D
hmmm .. so all the crazyness ends. I crash into sanity (crash-BURNOUT ANYONE .. ;)). Nevertheless, absorption costing puzzles my noble simple mind.
Anyhu, I was thinking and I finally decided to let in everyone on the 'not so very big' background thought of the last poem.
The poem is actually a notion of self guilt. Self guilt of a person who does not hide alot from people. A person who does not have many secrets. But then he has one. One great secret that noone knows about and he hasnt dared confiding it into anyone. Infact he works so hard to forget it, to the point where he makes his mind believe it never happened.
He is loved not just by one but all. He is cherished by a few dear ones. And thats what holds him back. Holds him to hold onto his secret, his forsaken tressure, alone.
Then again, he feels this because he isnt used to keeping secrets. He feels he's betraying the ones who love him. He is uneasy, he feels he should let go. But keeping secrets isnt a sin, is it?
Quote of the day :- There is nothing behind the wall if you dont climb it
OMG NO.1
OMG OMG OMG .. FINAL FANTASY 7 ADVENT CHILDREN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATED FEATURE LENGTH FILM ON THE PLANET.
Even though the story is very hard for a non FF7AC player to understand people will enjoy it just for the special effects and EXTRA COOL and BEAUTIFUL eyecandy. Final Fantasy sticks to its original game story line and delivers an awesome fast movie with loads of action and hell loadsa wonderful looking people and lush environments. Although, some may find the guys to look much cuter then gals, but then I guess Square Enix must be filled with gays.
OMG NO. 2
OMG OMG OMG .. PERVAIZ BHAEE TREATED ME TO A 512 MB DUO CARD FOR MY PSP .. WOOTANG!!!... :P:D
So he says he'll treat me for dinner coz of his new job, and so i say i cant come coz i got a class on thursday evening. So he says till what time so i say till 10. So he says ok np, I will give u tht thing as well as the treat and I go like no u dont have to. So he says arey i will give u both so i say... ummmm... hmmm .. uhhh .. OK >> :DDDDDD .. MUAHAHA ..
So he kills his time searching and he cant find it. And so he gives me the money and so I buy it myself .. and 512 MB rocks!
OMG NO.3
OMG OMG OMG .. BURNOUT LEGENDS OWNS EVERY GOD DAMN GAME ON THE PLANET AS OFF YET! (racing genre i mean)
I spent 3 hours on the net just reading tutorials and downloading programs to work the BURNOUT LEGENDS (ISO) on the PSP, and HELL YEAH it was all worth it. When I finally overcome my own fault and the ISO started working, I was jumping up and down alone in my house screaming and shouting and ripping off my clothes (shirt only). GAAAAAHHHHH!!! .. I was crazy not only coz I had the latest game for the PSP but moreover I did it on my own, thinking and trying and discovering and applying .. WOAH! MashALLAh MashALLAH .. :D
hmmm .. so all the crazyness ends. I crash into sanity (crash-BURNOUT ANYONE .. ;)). Nevertheless, absorption costing puzzles my noble simple mind.
Anyhu, I was thinking and I finally decided to let in everyone on the 'not so very big' background thought of the last poem.
The poem is actually a notion of self guilt. Self guilt of a person who does not hide alot from people. A person who does not have many secrets. But then he has one. One great secret that noone knows about and he hasnt dared confiding it into anyone. Infact he works so hard to forget it, to the point where he makes his mind believe it never happened.
He is loved not just by one but all. He is cherished by a few dear ones. And thats what holds him back. Holds him to hold onto his secret, his forsaken tressure, alone.
Then again, he feels this because he isnt used to keeping secrets. He feels he's betraying the ones who love him. He is uneasy, he feels he should let go. But keeping secrets isnt a sin, is it?
Quote of the day :- There is nothing behind the wall if you dont climb it
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Ordinary
Close your eyes
I am bare
Let me cover
So you don’t see
What I hide
From you
And in vain
From me.
Laugh it off
Its fun to be
Around me
Behind myself
Unclear to you
But you think you know
And I wish I didn’t.
So ignore it
It’s just an itch
To you
it never did
Never should
And so I wish
I dont be
In place of me
Behind the mask
Its hideous
Still for all
It does well
For you too
Its nothing special.
hmmmm, been digging up some files of the recent past. I remember I wrote this before going to pakistan AND i wrote this in 5 mins. But why I wrote this I dont know .....
hmmm...
or probably, I dont want you'll to know :P.
Anyhu, since I already need to build an online data base of my poetry, here goes one more addition.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
10 minutes from now ....
... I shall sleep. My evening sleep before i go for the evening class. My second class. 1.2's first.
Yesterday was my first class. 1.1. But the events that happened before are of significance, at least to me.
Rude awakening. My lower left side of the back hurt like it was baring a heavy elephant. The wierd thing was that the pain crawled till nearly the front, near the stomach. Anyhow, I am wide awake 8 in the morning, one of the very rare ocassions.
At around 11 I plan to get ready for the THRIFTY RENT-A-CAR center for CAR SALES office, after loitering around and watching CONSTANTINE and fiddling with WINAMP's INTERNET TV which is an uber cool feature for live radio networks. So, i board the bus and land at Karama Post Office where i thought the place would be, only to realise, its on the OTHER end of karama. So I walk till there and when I finally reach at 12 40, I am directed to a (secret :P) base garage near the KARAMA POST OFFICE. WTH!!!?? And then when I go back to the "SECRET BASE" and check out the cars, I ask for the price. AND THEN .. I am humbly directed to the other OFFICE at the OTHER END of KARAMA.
But I had had enough, so I left for Saad's place. However, I made a stop over at Ibrahim's to get WINDOWS XP. Then I reach Saad's at about 3-15 and we blow out data from his PC so its spick and span and naked. Then we install XP and be happy :).
So it was 5 30 now and I havent eaten any thing. Even though Saad's cookies tasted good, my stomach and the back pain was telling me to STFU!
I go home. I sleep till 6:30 for my class at 7.
At a few seconds to 7 I reach the institute and I was already short of breath on my way. I paid the fees which I hadnt before and took the reciept. Went ahead to the small cave-like room in the corner where I needed to shift 3 times for my place.
Anyways due to the no. of students and the comparitively smaller (HELL SMALLER) room, we were shifted into the other hall. I was relieved for 2 reasons. No.1 Coz i was right in front in the new room now. No.2 COZ THOSE BLOODY FEMALE SPECIES THAT CHATTED LIKE DONKEYS LAUGHING .... were seated way back. Thank God.
Mr. Sir. Imran. Mr. is 24 yrs old and has a resemblance to FAKHIR (a paki artist). He is very energetic and enthusiastic to teach, which he has been doing since 2-3 yrs now. His energy is well utilised in his stance, his body movements, his hip excercises and YES OFCOURSE (his fav line :P) hopping over the white board stand.
Besides, he teaches well, atleast from what I have grabbed from the first class. He insults well too. And he may even give individual attention, specially to science students .. (hehe :D). Hope I dont get owned though in other ways.
First half i was shut and a good listener. Rather I was Alice in Wonderland. Second, I asked my doubts, even for the first half. All in all. It was not bad at all.
Havent made any friends yet.Got acquainted to the person who sits beside me (i dont know his name tho) and Zeeshan and another friend of his.
Anyhoo, time to go.
My beauty and brains sleep, awaits me.
Quote of the Day :- There is not quote of the day.
Yesterday was my first class. 1.1. But the events that happened before are of significance, at least to me.
Rude awakening. My lower left side of the back hurt like it was baring a heavy elephant. The wierd thing was that the pain crawled till nearly the front, near the stomach. Anyhow, I am wide awake 8 in the morning, one of the very rare ocassions.
At around 11 I plan to get ready for the THRIFTY RENT-A-CAR center for CAR SALES office, after loitering around and watching CONSTANTINE and fiddling with WINAMP's INTERNET TV which is an uber cool feature for live radio networks. So, i board the bus and land at Karama Post Office where i thought the place would be, only to realise, its on the OTHER end of karama. So I walk till there and when I finally reach at 12 40, I am directed to a (secret :P) base garage near the KARAMA POST OFFICE. WTH!!!?? And then when I go back to the "SECRET BASE" and check out the cars, I ask for the price. AND THEN .. I am humbly directed to the other OFFICE at the OTHER END of KARAMA.
But I had had enough, so I left for Saad's place. However, I made a stop over at Ibrahim's to get WINDOWS XP. Then I reach Saad's at about 3-15 and we blow out data from his PC so its spick and span and naked. Then we install XP and be happy :).
So it was 5 30 now and I havent eaten any thing. Even though Saad's cookies tasted good, my stomach and the back pain was telling me to STFU!
I go home. I sleep till 6:30 for my class at 7.
At a few seconds to 7 I reach the institute and I was already short of breath on my way. I paid the fees which I hadnt before and took the reciept. Went ahead to the small cave-like room in the corner where I needed to shift 3 times for my place.
Anyways due to the no. of students and the comparitively smaller (HELL SMALLER) room, we were shifted into the other hall. I was relieved for 2 reasons. No.1 Coz i was right in front in the new room now. No.2 COZ THOSE BLOODY FEMALE SPECIES THAT CHATTED LIKE DONKEYS LAUGHING .... were seated way back. Thank God.
Mr. Sir. Imran. Mr. is 24 yrs old and has a resemblance to FAKHIR (a paki artist). He is very energetic and enthusiastic to teach, which he has been doing since 2-3 yrs now. His energy is well utilised in his stance, his body movements, his hip excercises and YES OFCOURSE (his fav line :P) hopping over the white board stand.
Besides, he teaches well, atleast from what I have grabbed from the first class. He insults well too. And he may even give individual attention, specially to science students .. (hehe :D). Hope I dont get owned though in other ways.
First half i was shut and a good listener. Rather I was Alice in Wonderland. Second, I asked my doubts, even for the first half. All in all. It was not bad at all.
Havent made any friends yet.Got acquainted to the person who sits beside me (i dont know his name tho) and Zeeshan and another friend of his.
Anyhoo, time to go.
My beauty and brains sleep, awaits me.
Quote of the Day :- There is not quote of the day.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I use Garnier Fructus Extra Strong Hair Gell
Kung Fu CHI CUTTA CUT!
ga!
My brain can handle more nonsense since I have shed hair from the head!
Yes my fellow readers I have indeed taken a step to cut my hair short and have acomplished it to a certain extent. It is the truth no matter how shocking it may seem.
[HOWEVER] DRAT I cant make spikes or mess or the alien or the mohawk :(. The barber was of moroccan origin and hardly understood any of my messed up hybrid of English and Arabic. It was only till the point when he did the last shampoo and got the gell out did he understand that I needed short enough hair to do a MESS or probably something of that sort. So well my hair still a lil longer than THAT requirement, but since ACCA starts day after, they are decent enough for me to look like I am the cute teachers pet :P.
thinks *HA HA HA - the slick bribery of the cute nature always works :D*
Had an amazing time in ABU DHABI. The so called JOGGING TRIPS (in the Lumina) to the BREAK WATER (early in the morning) were super fun.
Some time ago when we came back to dubai, we went on an early morning jog (drive :P) me and my cousin had an interesting discussion. Weird for boys to be talking about families and our responsibilities to them being the eldest sons, but we did. 1 hour long. People might think, this is what makes us ASIANS and so BACKWARD, but families are so important, in life in religion in Islam.
I mean It would be almost impossible for us to pay back our parents for what they have done. I consider myself so fortunate just to BE where I am and so should everyone of us. As a boy I used to think the more my DAD's at work, the more i get to play. I realise now though, what has he been doing, working till 10 at night? For whom? For what? For Me? For Us?
*chkchkchk chiiingggg*-(light flickers on) DUUHH!!
May ALLAH bless our parents for all that they have done. And may ALLAH bless us like HE has always done. Amen.
Quote of the day:- If you want to make GOD laugh, tell him about your plans - Allen
ga!
My brain can handle more nonsense since I have shed hair from the head!
Yes my fellow readers I have indeed taken a step to cut my hair short and have acomplished it to a certain extent. It is the truth no matter how shocking it may seem.
[HOWEVER] DRAT I cant make spikes or mess or the alien or the mohawk :(. The barber was of moroccan origin and hardly understood any of my messed up hybrid of English and Arabic. It was only till the point when he did the last shampoo and got the gell out did he understand that I needed short enough hair to do a MESS or probably something of that sort. So well my hair still a lil longer than THAT requirement, but since ACCA starts day after, they are decent enough for me to look like I am the cute teachers pet :P.
thinks *HA HA HA - the slick bribery of the cute nature always works :D*
Had an amazing time in ABU DHABI. The so called JOGGING TRIPS (in the Lumina) to the BREAK WATER (early in the morning) were super fun.
Some time ago when we came back to dubai, we went on an early morning jog (drive :P) me and my cousin had an interesting discussion. Weird for boys to be talking about families and our responsibilities to them being the eldest sons, but we did. 1 hour long. People might think, this is what makes us ASIANS and so BACKWARD, but families are so important, in life in religion in Islam.
I mean It would be almost impossible for us to pay back our parents for what they have done. I consider myself so fortunate just to BE where I am and so should everyone of us. As a boy I used to think the more my DAD's at work, the more i get to play. I realise now though, what has he been doing, working till 10 at night? For whom? For what? For Me? For Us?
*chkchkchk chiiingggg*-(light flickers on) DUUHH!!
May ALLAH bless our parents for all that they have done. And may ALLAH bless us like HE has always done. Amen.
Quote of the day:- If you want to make GOD laugh, tell him about your plans - Allen
Sunday, August 28, 2005
post from abu dhabi
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)
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)
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.
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