Mixed Achaar

Years have passed, every thing has changed but still the question remains, the question remains unanswered still,
The question that is:

Kis ne kaha that k PEPSI 65 ki kardo :P

hahahahahhahaha. WHAT!!!! no that wasn't lame, was it?

OMG, whole week passed and i didn't post anything.

Well that's really bad, and it's cos of my tough time table, i just hove a single minute to spare,

Sometimes before just going to bathroom i have to think that whether i should bath or should i skip bathing, wear a strong perfume and save my self fifteen minutes.

That's the height of being busy.

So, today my pockets are not too heavy, dun know why, i remember last night they were pretty much heavier, but still they are not empty so lets start with the first thing in my pocket today.

GIRLS.

WHAT?? NO, I AM NOT GONNA BORE YOU UP.

SO, before u leave this page thinking that this guy is a pervert and nothing more, and then probably u would unfollow me and i would be back again with only single follower, i should start with this thing,

GIRLS, se yad aya, 

did u notice that i have 25 followers!!, that is pretty much for me, but did u notice among these 25, 16 are girls, wow.

Stupid, that doesn't means there are more female bloggers, HELL NO!! but girls love me  my blog more. :D

so, Girls are really bitchy  lovely creatures, but when they are women OMG, then i would say Guys are better.

the thing is,

Women think they are comparable to man.

i would say:

simply: hahahahahahahahahahahah

Yeah, that is pretty much a joke.

I am not degrading women, 

i think i am, but that's the truth

OK, so before writing something

I don't know how many of u read the disclaimer on my blog, 

well OK u never read it,

Well, it says that every thing on this page is part of author's own observation and he doesn't gives a damn about who u r,

Lol, i should change this line, cos i do give a damn about the reader, cos i don't want to get back to my stone age blog.

anti women

Why i hate women is because they think they can be a man, :P
u r a women for god sake be a women.
I do visit many places where u have to stand in a queue for long long time, and every single guy (young or old) have to stand in that queue but the women, the evil, would come, go to the counter and would say:

ladies first.

or, we are women so can we have the counter first,

YES U R WOMEN SO GO TO HELL FIRST EVEN.

where is ur equilibrium then, where is ur power than.

so to every women out there in this world who thinks she could be a man,

f*** off 

(roza kharab karadia).

so not making it a huge article, women learn patience first, then u can have me as ur teacher.

I don't know whether i would post tomorrow so:

happy Independence day, to every one.

It would sound awkward, but this year i just don't feel the original patriotism in me, the way last year i did paintings and wrote great great great statuses on Facebook.

I just feel like we shouldn't celebrate, i just think we r not Pakistanis, the way we r treating pakistan, it seems as if we a invaders trying to ruin this place.

To me Pakistan is in it's worst condition and if we did nothing for it TODAY, i don't think there would be a country called Pakistan in the future.

The bad part is, we just don't have time to think, we should do something, we r too late for the'thinking' part .

we need Allah.

  Its our elders who did wrong but now its our turn to make it right.

I just wanna be a part of the right doers.

that would be:

OMG, f*** me, 

no that was meant to be a joke.

ISLY MY NEW FOLLOWERS, U ROCK 

NOW THIS WOULD BE 

the end.

Blah Blah Blah. (part 3),

These days DEATH has inspired me alot.
Yeah call me a weirdo but still Death is the height of craziness.

lol,  he is inspired by computer!

 Imagine yourself to be a student who went through his O-level exams getting 13 straight A*. then in A-levels got 7 A*.
Got a scholarship to some great universities, got some great degrees there and then applied for a million dollar job.
This guy gets an interview another day, and the next morning:

Qayamat agai :P

Now this would be the moment when u burst out:

Probably u would say,
"I should have DIED rather witnessing this moment".
Well at least i would have said that.
Last night when i was lying on my bed suddenly i though that what would happen if i am thrown into hell,
well, i would walk in hell like dabang, every eye starring me and then i would say:

"chalo Lucifer Papa has arrived".

Imagine Satan like this :P

Or if i am sent to heavens,

OMG, i have heard alot about the beautiful fairies there :P

Height of naughtiness.

God, forgive me for these lame jokes i made on heaven and hell but its cuz of these 21 amigos that i have to do so, otherwise i would be back with one follower:P
I don't want to sin more so, i will end this topic here and start a new one.
Today my pockets are full of ideas but how to paste all of them here, is quite difficult so i will post some today and few tomorrow (inshallah).

yes!!! I've got a story (real one).

so the story revolves around the theme:

Height of MELA-PAN.

Recently, me and my friends visited arena, these included:

From left: Nasar, Asad, ATEEQ, Kawish, Waleed and Saqlain.

We had some great time there, not getting into details.

After enjoying ourselves we planned to ave lunch at K.F.C, 

at first we planned  pizza hut but our pockets were too light for that.

I would blame price hiking for that. :P

Well i never got a chance to visit K.F.C cos i had to leave for home, so the story has been narrated to me by a friend and i am typing the story in active voice.

so we got to K.F.C, ordered mighty zinger for every one, yummy.

Now skipping the eating part, lets get to the creepy and ela tarin part.

We all finished the burger except one, i won't name him,

He sat with burger in hand like he was getting into it's philosophy, i said

"Bhai nai khaya ja raha toh let me have a bite".

He said, no and than started eating it, now it was only 1 bite left when he suddenly spoke:

"I am getting it parceled".

We all were were like:

We all were in a bizzzare situation that what did he just said, all of us tried to stop him but that mela, stood up rather than packing that tiny piece himself went to the counter and asked the salesmen to wrap it up, moreover he asked for ketchup.

lol, it was so shameful thing that all of us got out saying:

"ham toh aapko jantey hi nai ".

He was there tooo.

lol, that was the real hieght of mela pan, really man.

I am glad i wasn't there, i would have killed him at that very moment.

This would be all for today, but before leaving,

shouts of HEY, ILYSM, to my brand new 4 followers:

1. AAISHA
2. AASMA KHAN
3. FLOOD GATES OF FEELING
4. AFSHA HUSSAIN.

I hope u at least laughed while reading if yes,

am glad.

If not,

then,

I WASN'T PUT ON EARTH TO MAKE U LAUGH. :D

This would be:

FOR TODAY.

Blah Blah Blah. (part 2)

1 hour and 5 minutes is all i have got,
Man!!!!!
but am glad at least am here 'ALIVE' typing something i don't even know myself.
Alive, thanks god, for keeping me alive.
These days whenever i am leaving my home for school or somewhere else, every time there is my mom asking god to keep me safe and all that typical mom stuff.
One day i said to my mom, (read it like a soldier with pride):
i said, "Mom! when i am going out, i am like entering the war zone, and if i make it home on time i would return victorious but if i never made home on time
.
.
.
.
At least order Biryani. :P

Fasting!!!!

OMG, that seems delicious.
Now that is distracting me, so back to the point.
I am not gonna depress u more with those violence acts, i don't want my self to start a bad day either, I would type that stuff may be on saturday.
These days in ramadan, i am busier than our president.
Lol, he is busy?
Yeah he is, making money,
.
.
for his future after presidency, i wonder will he survive till then.

You can laugh, no one is charging u for that.

So, my schedule starts with me waking up at 3:30 am, ( 7am, waking up in the morningGotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal, read it like Rebecca black's friday),
so from 3:30 5:15 am, i am busy with sehri and fajr, after 5:15 here i am using internet, at 6:30 i get ready for school, leave the school part, then at 2:00 pm i am back at home, then i bath and its zauhor prayer i have to offer, then at 3:45 i leave for my tuition centre, by 5:45 i am back, then comes the asar, after it i have to play footbal starting from 6:15 to 7:00 pm almost, than its iftari, my favorite part, then maghrib, then at 9:00, i have to go for isha and tarahwi, then at 11:00 i return, totally exhausted, i take shower, change my clothes and by 12:00 am i am in my bed and by 12:30 i am snoring, (no, i don't snore).
So, i am kinda only free at this particular hour, when every one at my place is sleeping.

Me too.

 But still i am loving this month, I never get indulge in songs movies and other notable stuff like that, which is too good.

Oh fish, that is already 6:10, gosh it was quick, so i should leave now cos i have to press my clothes, make my bag, wake my stupid brothers up and leave.
So, bye every one, we will meet back on saturday.
so it officially:

I had to use battery to light up this word, Thanx to K.E.S.C for that. (wink)
bye.

An Empty Catch

My all time favorite topic is:

Digestion :D

why?
Cos it's definition is the most easiest.
Nope!
here it is:

Digestion starts with the right hand and ends on left. ;)

Ok, its like 5:55 am, and here i am typing this stuff, i will have to make it a lil bit short, so i will just get to my point.

Well today i have got nothing funnier in my pockets but i have got something really serious to discuss.

Note: Many girls, yup mostly girls would kinda oppose it according to me but nothing personal cos it's something general and my personal opinion.

So, without wasting time:

Ok, it would be nothing new for the girls of karachi that whenever they are on the road walking or just hanging around, they would always see those boys who would be starring at them like mad dogs.

Yeah, its kinda really awkward, i hate that even.

I totally agree with the point that they are really shameless, pervert, lunatics, etc, etc.

But did it ever click ur mind that why is that so?

Any Ideas?

If you have some,

do add them in the comments.

So again lets get to the point back.

So, the problem is:

Girls don't want guys to respect them.

why?

Let me make it clear it with an example

just think,

There is a girl wearing a a sleeveless baggy shirt and tight fit jeans, just be optimist for a minute, real one and think who wouldn't stare at her, that's kinda instinct, that's really odd stuff u r wearing man!, people here are not like aware with this kinda wearing, let me share an incident here:

I was crossing the road near my place and i saw this girl there shw was wearing the typical shalwar Qameez but the shirt was way too small with those large 'choks', the V-shape thing on the sides and the shalwar, barely called shalwar cos it was like my three quarters.

So when the road was clear and we started to cross it, there was a sudden blow of wind whch almost moved me a bit back, and when i saw the girl,

she was like kinda fighting with her own cloathes, her Qameez was like getting out of her body, and from back a u could almost see her back till neck, really awkward, i was like WTF, she is doing in the centre of road, man, is she insane.

Now that's the point, i should conclude now.

The girls of today, precisely think that they can wear anything and move freely.

No who said that to you?

 u r a beacon of respect at homes, so please if u don't care about your respect do care about your family's.

so its kinda end, but before leaving

I wish u all:

Chanda Mamu Mubarak :P

precisely, Ramadan Mubarak from deep core of my heart, 

May this month bestows its virtues over whole Muslim world.

We r really going off the track, we need guidance and your guidance is the best.

Please help us Allah, we need u.

That would be the end of today's post.

urghhhhh

http://amdoingwell.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-sky-gets-clear.html
Guys i won't be typing today for sure, so i have got this post for you people, i hope u would enjoy reading it,
I posted this thing when many of you weren't following me,
so:

enjoy it.

Still Alive.

starting witha big LOL, that is not big
but

This is.

OMG, I am just addicted to this thing.
I just can't stay away from this thing for even one day.
Not to mention what a busy day i had, but still i had few hours before i go to my bed, so i thought of wasting few here.
OMG, i never cracked any joke today gosh.
so here is the one.
You would be aware with the tourism lines that countries normally use like

and

So did u ever wondered what caption does Pakistan uses:

Till u last :P

Don't say it wasn't funny cos i don't have anything else to crack

P.S I just can't even crack my balls they crashed yesterday. :P

I wish i could tell you my jokes like this, no one would dare to say:

LAME. :P

WELL, well, well.

Today my day was total hell, there was nothing making sense, all pieces were like jumbled, there was no hint to complete the puzzle,

All of this confusion led me to a barber's place, where i had the worst hair cut ever.

yup, worst one.

I can easily prove it, cos every single hair has been treated differently, if one is like 3mm tall, the other is 2mm and the third one is like .5mm..

I am looking like:

GANJA KABUTAR.

Bald pigeon.

Yah, really i don't know why in the world i went to that stupid barber but my mind wasn't working at that time, and i wasn't paying attention to the barber, cos of this fuckin  cell phone,

i was all the time playing SMS, SMS, with my friends.

I thought visiting a barber today would reduce the burden but now, tmrw i am gonna visit some specialist, take an appointment, and than would at last get my hairs to their good form.

So in other words:

That asshole was lucky, cos that smart ass safely moved the scissors and blades, otherwise i would have been behind the bars by now.

This thing happened around 2pm in the afternoon, that means i had whole day to spend in those awful hairstyle(s), and when i got to my coaching my Sir said:

Had an hardcore today?

I replied:

No, I was rapped.

So before i start to cry again, and give u a wet blog to read i should close this thing up, wrap it up and throw it near dustbin.

Note: i am a Pakistani so i don't throw 'in the dustbin'.

now, i feel like my day is complete.

it was haunting me from the morning that i won't be blogging today, but now i should put a full stop to this awkward day.

so officially:

That was end of season 1

I was born with a silver spoon,
yeah, its a truth
The nurse took me for a bath, brought me back.
My mom took me in her arms but was surprised to see that my silver spoon was nowhere to be seen.
My mom complained about it,
I never got my spoon back, but that was a moment when i knew that.

'I was born in Pakistan'.

YEAH, right.

LOL, i thought i would write a serious stuff today but its just i can't.

So the thing i want to be serious about is:

I Think this post might be my last Summer post.

yup, that's right cos I would be damn busy the next two days, 

why?

cos from Monday:

I can cry more than that..

  So i am not gonna bore u up with about my school thing, no worries,

but i have got some important things to share rather than sticking on this boredom stuff.

This Summer wasn't good nor it was bad but it was 

Unpredictable.

If someone asks me to describe my life these days, i would draw this picture.

Now as there are always two single asses making a whole ass, likewise there are always two sides.

so firstly why this summer was unpredictable on the dark side.

Firstly the most saddest thing happened to me,

My parents got separated,, yeah it was so bad, so bad so bad, that i just can't explain

24th may, the worst day when my family quarrels reached to their extreme and my parents decided it was enough now.

It was the first time i cried for something that much

Exactly same. :(

Why in the world i am getting u bored...i should leave it here cos i am in no mood to cry again, but i am glad that few days back i recieved a call from my dad but he never mentioned any thing that "every thing would be alright" or something like that. A Pity.

urghhhhhhhhhh, leave it......

so what's more.

so what's more

yes, 

we moved to "Gulshan-e-Maymar".

that is bad, so bad i should call it as 'One of the worst things of my life'.

WHAT?

What is so worst about it?

Everything, i am living in a forest,  yeah, i can make that Tarzan's sound too, yeah all day long either am on fir, juniper, or coconut trees, swinging with monkeys.

They are spoiling me.

Ok that was too much.

But, some how it is like that, well i would say.

I am not living in Karachi.

And as Hamza once said that "we are the people increasing the area of Karachi. :P

So these two would be enough to explain how unpredictable holidays were on the bad side.

There is i think no need to cook your brain up that why these holidays were unpredictable on the good side,

u all know that, because i found u all and i started blogging.

Before u turn into this, i should really shut the hell up.

wait 

wait 

wait

wait

I forgot the most importan tpart i just got two awards ..

wow

a cup of coffee from Copper Cattle  to all of you, but all u would need to do is to pay for yours.

:D

So cool na?

yah, they are 

and the one who awarded me with them is cooler than these awards

any guesses

For god sake, this is no any prize distribution.

Ok man, so the name of that person is:

Hamza bin Laden.

http://hamza-the-philosophaster.blogspot.com/

If u r not following him yet.

What the hell were u doing uptil now, u haven't met the king here. :D

My ass less pal Hamza, i just have any thing except for these plastic asses to gift you.

 This would be all for today i think...

OMG,

wait

wait 

wait

wait

shouts of hey ISLY to my brand new awesome fan:

1. Maryam.

that would be all now:

The end

I Will be back soon in 1 week time. :D

love u all