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2009-03-29T22:20:00.000Z

Life sucks.

Death

2006-10-17T09:21:00.000Z

My blog died recently. please make dua for it.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioon.

i remember my second post ever. So imaginatively entitled 'Grr'. It was humourous. Some times i still look back and chuckle and/ or smile.

you should all read it some time if you havent already inshAllah.

So eagerly awaited by some*... and killed...by the evils of laziness...

let us please hold a minute of silence for my blog.

JazakAllah.

ps. please accept my apologies if you thought this was going to be a serious post.
pps. also:
HAHAHAHAHA GOOD ONE!...

if you thought this was going to be a serious post.

ehehe...errmm..

what i meant to say was:

inshAllah make dua that i get round to making a serious post. or any post. for that matter. Thankyou. JazakAllah. May the force be with you. Assalamualaikum.

*some= 2.**

**2=1.

Bictures.

2006-09-06T12:40:00.000Z

No I'm not arab. I just like the way they replace their 'P's with 'B's. *secret fob wannabe*

No really. I'm bengali.

...........

Honest!

I can prove it. Watch. and /or click:

Chibs anyone? :D

'negativity kills!'

2006-08-17T18:01:00.000Z

All Asian kids should come with a warning to their families when born, dont you think? just to scare em if anything...

Academic kid: I got 92% on the test mum!
Parent and/or older sibling: what
happened to the other 8%?
Academic kid: *dies of depression*

Kid who cant be bothered to be academic cos if it’s not the highest it’s not
good enough: Mum, I got a D and a C in my A-levels. …And a U *blush*, …but it’s
ok cos I still got in!
Parent and/or older sibling: you got a U? How could
you get a U? What did you get a U in? you FAILED an A-level?
Kid: *dies of
depression*

How come they don’t hear the ‘98%’ part?! Or the ‘I got a C’ part?! Or I got into uni’ part?!

WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM US?! BLOOD?!… (probably money. Ahem…)
Those are general (common) examples I gave, and people get it from their families for all sorts of reasons, at different severities, but *sigh*…is there really any benefit? Is it making anyone happy? If you don’t support us when we try the best we can, compliment us when we do good, why do we bother trying? Why always focus on the bad part? Why go and look for the bad part no matter how miniscule or insignificant it may be to pick on and complain about? Why make a mountain out if a molehill?

Even in the second example I gave, it might look bad, failing an A-level…but if we think about it,-what is the actual point of passing them? To get into uni right? So when your going for a job, people are gonna look at what degree you got not the A-level grades. So why???? WHYYY??? Why do they try to kill us with their negativity? Its not as if you can go back and change it…it’s not even as if you NEED TO! WIHRIUASEFVIENI\SHNYURREWS!!!11122233333

Some families think it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t have an affect on their kids, that if we’re older we can take it, and they aren’t really trying to kill us with their negativity. HAH!
Ahahahahahaha,
Ahahahahahahahahaha,
Ahahahahahahahahaha.

Ok, I’m done.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

No really I’m done.

Hehehe…

Ok, I’ma stop now…. so I was saying? Oh um yeh…they don’t mean to intentionally hurt the kid’s feelings.
But in reality, most kids, WANT their families to be proud of them (is that not obvious?), for their achievements, or trying their best, or generally trying to be a good kid. Some can even fish for compliments, but still get complaints. Which is sad. Really, really sad. :-(
I mean, what is the kid going to think? If they start realising that even when they try their best to please they still get put down, isn’t it going to crush their spirit, their self confidence, their willingness to try their best? Eventually, some may just stop trying. Or even turn to doing whatever they wish, even if they know it displeases their family- after all, they were at a loss trying to please them.

Yea- again, this reminds me of Ummah Films: ‘Culture versus Islam’ (see previous blog post) if we aren’t shown the way, it’s hard to learn.
If you don’t give us the confidence to believe in ourselves, how will we achieve anything?

InshAllah, in generations to come things will change. :-D

PS- hiiiiiiiiiiiiii blog!!! :wave: Yes I'm still alive! :-D

PPS- yes i did get a D, C and U at A-level- and i did just about make it into uni. And i wasn't bullied majorly about it. But i did feel like punching some poeple for a short while.

I mean I got IN!!!!. Wasn't that the freakin point anyways???!! Why are you so sad, so you cant brag to people about my grades? Number 1- you didn't even do A-levels, so do them first and come back and ask me to get 3 A's.
Number 2- ..and YOU, you got lower grades than I did and look how successful you are now! I aint resitting..pshh what's the point?! I GOT IN! DID YOU NOT HEAR?!

uhm..when did this turn personal?...hehehe...eheh...
um.. as salamu alaikum...

EDIT: my pps about not being bullied a lot...i take it back. :-/
*dies of depression*

nahi, aisa nahi ho sakta!

2006-07-27T11:12:00.000Z

BUT I LOVE HIM...!

*cries melodramatically*

*throws self on bed and drowns in tears*

*rejects food given by servant maid pushed through bedroom door flap saying "main marjaoongi, lekin main apni baap ka ghar ka khana nahin kaoongi" (translation: I'll die, but i wont eat the food of my fathers home" [due to grudge aginst father])*

*trashes bedroom*

*ties together a bunch of bedsheets and dupattas to make a rope to climb down out of window*

*throws one end of rope out of the window*

*puts pillows under bed-covers to make it look like she's in bed sleeping when parents come to check up on her*

*makes escape through window*

*elopes with Hindu boyfriend who Muslim parents wont let her marry cos he's not rich enough [not actually because he's a Hindu]. *

Leh. take your freaking post and eat it.

Disclamer: all of the above are based purely on fictional events. there is no such drama in my life, so I've had to uhm..improvise...before I beat the living daylights out of some people who keep pestering me to post.

um...as salaamu alaikum.

PAYCE OUT!

ps. this post has been partly inspired by:

Ummah Films presents : Culture Vs Islam

New Blog Link for Ummah Films can be found to your left. :-D

Edit: As pointed out/ is obvious: also Inspired by Bollywood.
No you may not call me a fanatic. Since this type of thing only happened in the old days. It's soooo past tense. ok. bye. :-D )

(except for in Khabhi Khushi Khabi Gham, where Amitabh didnt let SRK marry Kajol cos she was a lower caste..... )

Not that I uhh...watched it..or anything like that.......ehehe....ehe.... uhhm... *runs away*

grr.

2006-06-26T14:35:00.000Z

grr. my new favorite word.

Hello blog. As Salamu Aliakum. Kaise hain aap? Bala ni? Its been a long time. How are your wife and kids? Good? Good.

I digress...where was I?
oh thats right "Grr".

"Grr 1". I hate you blog. you have scarred me for life. There I was. Minding my own business and/ or blog. Changing templates. When suddenly. Out of nowhere.

"This page cannot be displayed. Thankyou come again. By the way, you're
ugly."

The cheek of it. Grr. So, okay, i thought. No biggie. "'Refresh' is your friend :-D" as they say. So I click refresh.

"This page cannot be displayed. Thankyou come again. By the way, you're ugly.
Also. Your face sucks"

Wth? anyhoo. turns out, refresh is not thy friend. refresh is thy traitor. TRAITOR!!!111222333*&(&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;*(&~@>@!!

grr. so after a disk defragment. a disk cleanup. 2 more disk defragments. still no luck. *cries melodramatically due to painful memories of no internet access*

ahem.

So. Saturday rolls around and I'm supposed to be revising. ahahaha. ahahahahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
ahem *cough*..excuse my erm, little outburst there...

yea, so um....oh yea..Saturday. I just about manage to log on to MSN.
and manage to find someone online to help me fix the net (thanyee btw:D).

so there i am. minding my own business. and/ fixing the net. when all of a sudden. out of nowhere. this big huge thing comes along.
"ARRRRGHHH!" I scream.
and then i put my glasses on and realise it's my brother:
" I need the extension."
"what extension?!!"
" That extention!!"
"what extension?!!"
" The plug socket extenstion"
"you cant take it, i'm fixing the Net. Its slooooooo. and broken"
" You dont need it to be fast"
Then he switches off the computer and takes the plug extention!?!? GRR! HELLOOO??!!

however. there were plus points to this situation. eg. Sunday.

Phat* Bro:" Is the net working now? I need to use it"
Sister : *tone of voice that comes with look of 'are you stupid?'*" NO."
Phat* Bro:" Not working at all??!"
Sister : *tone of voice that comes with look of 'wth?'*" NO." Me, in my head, overhearing from the next room: "hehe he. hahahaha.
ahahahaha. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

man that felt good.
highlight of my day.
No i'm not a weirdo. i just get constant tellings off from Phat* Bro, for being spotted surfing the Net, because I umm...used to << be found spending too much time on the Net. But once a crim always a crim. apparently. So.

On Sunday, later on I try and log on. msn I can just about do. but theres no one online to help me. I noticed I had 4 emails unread, whic really irritates me, since i cant read them. I tried 1012468 times (approximately**) to log in, but I decided I had to go revise and gave up after about 10/15 minutes of trying.

So today I had my last exam (yay!). and then went shopping in town, and thought I’d go to the BBC shop while I was at it and check my email on the computers. But man did it pour down. I got off the bus in the middle of town, did some shopping, was on my way home, and was near the front end of town when I suddenly remembered t’BBC shop. By this time it was raining sheep and other farm animals that you’d like to stereotype Wales as being made of.
So I made my way to the BBC shop, which is all the other way at the back end of town.
In the rain. And it what was I confronted with when I got there?!
A ‘closed’ sign. Arr. ( this is pirate-speak for ‘grr’ btw :look: )

By the way, did I mention theres holes in the back of my shoes?
Oi! Stop laughing.
(in case you’re wondering, I do have hole-free shoes, but they’re soft and somebody put loads of other shoes on top of it in a pile, now they’re crushed. And my hole-y shoes are real comfortable. Why didn’t I wear my boots? I don’t know. Hindsight. Bleh.)

oh yeh, um: Plus point 2 of broken Net.
so, over the weekend as i was running out of time to revise, I prayyyyed to God that I pass my last exam, and to help me stay focused on my studies. And He did. He broke my Net. No distraction. :) Takbir!
Allahu Akbar!

I reckon this because I finished my last exam (and it went fairly well Alhamdulillah ) and I came home- Wonder of wonders! It’s a miracle. I CAN SEE AGAIN! *translates* : “ the Internet happens to be magically repaired” Yay!

Btw, on my way home, I got fed up of being annoyed of the rain in my shoes, so I stepped in some puddles and decided to embrace the soaked socks feeling. Squish, squish. :-D

I wish I had wellies. * reminisces*. Ahh.

Sorry about the long post.
Grr. Blog. I feel thou shall be detrimental to my time and health and sanity or lack thereof.

* when I say Phat, I probably mean something else
** this is an outright lie. It was more like 1092028923243294 times.

I think I'm sick of the word grr now.

Grr.

hello, salaam....

2006-06-22T16:32:00.000Z

Hello, salaam, sat-sri-akal, namaste, bonjour, wasgwaning EZ bredrin, whaddup homie and so on and so forth.

Testing testing.

Sooo.
First blog. w00t.

Also.

This template is called 'snapshot: tequilla'.

Haraaaaaam!

Cover your eyes brothers and sisters. See no evil.

EDIT: ok I lie.

Muhahaha
I changed it. Its called 'Snapshot: Blue or Something or Other'

Well i didnt wanna get called an alky now did I?
To be honest. I think i dislike all the blog formats. I just cannae chooose. They're not saying anything to me.
Not that I..um.. believe....that blog formats talk or anything...*shifty eye movements* ahem..

but yea. they're either too ordered or too random. too bright or too dull. or a combination of both and or either......

i need something in between. something that says 'lost-in-sanity'. Organised mess, if you will.:-D

They're just not meh. hmmph.