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
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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,
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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

Blah Blah Blah.

Its been a habit now, that i start with cracking 'hillariouly lame' joke,
i don't know what would happen when my jokes would come to an end, maybe i would crack my 'brains' instead. :P
Hope u got the brains.

yes, I Know That.

Man, i really need a therapy or plastic surgery or to be exact a bigger face, cuz the curve that started to grow a few days back is like overgrowing in size every time i sneak at my blog, and mostly its cuz of this girl named
Daaneiia.
sorry, but you are mostly to be Blamed. :D
Her comments are so, like a recreational thing for me, that i can't stop my self from smiling.

Cat from China :P

So, before u guys think that I am FLIRTING, lets just add a full stop to this thing here.

OMG, some 'kamina', kat gaya my pockets. :P

You Know what that means?
Some one just robbed my ideas. :/
No problem, i told ya i am smart, like Pathans i have got a pocket near my belt. :P
Its kinda hillarious, when they are like standing somewhere and all of a sudden they would grab there kurta,and then from the pocket in shalwar they would take the money out, but would first unzip it :D
It once happened that i was like standing at Mc Donald, and behind me was standing a pathan, and then suddenly he grabbed his kurta and unzipped the pocket, behind him were some gora people and they started to laugh, just to cheer them up a bit more, i said to that pathan.
"I am not that type of guy".
Pathan was shocked and I rocked.
Oi, i forgot, if any one among u is a pathan, nothing personal, cuz my own mom is a one. :P

now this is great, learn it by heart.

OMG, hell awesoe, got my pocket stuff bank.
So today i wanted so to share the description of a bank manager.
The most awkward, Hilarious and ajeeb si dressing i have ever seen.
This guy was almost 40, with the charli chaplan type mustaches and haires were like mixture of white and black.
he had a face with extra cream or i don't what was it (maybe his wife's cosmetic stuff) stuffed all over him except for his eyes, that was too awkward, cuz dark spots and that white cream, YUK.
before moving further:
Read at your own risk, it might give u a headache or something terrible, so i won't be responsible if u filled ur P.C or Laptop with the yellow liquid, with soluble food particles and a nose-hair burning smell, so called VOMIT.
He was wearing a grey coat, a bright green shirt and a bright red tie with yellow spots on it.
His pant color was like something similar  to peach and had black stripes all over it, he wore a black belt and fawn colored shoes with dull brown socks.

Indeed, he wasn't looking like a manager but a wholesome Clown.
He was surely one of his own kind. :P

Oh, SORRY Mr Clown, i never meant insulting u.
So what's more,
Yah,
I read my horoscope today it said:
"keep ur eyes on the ball, and live the moment till the end".
Statement sounds like it has been taken from a movie.
So, i thought maybe i would get some task or anything else, but so unfortunate of me, it was a real ball a shot-put ball, which was thrown by my sister towards me and i never say it and that ball crashed my balls.
OUCH..!!!damn it u bitch, was all i maintained to say before crying out so loud that even our neighbors came to their windows.

A fully metal made ball which weighs almost half kg.

There is no girl who can :P

So this would be all for today, cuz its almost 12:30 and i can hear my mom shouting,
and yea mee i got an award today, which i am gonna show to you guys tomorrow, Insha-Allah.
Take care, see ya soon.
wait
wait
wait
wait
shouts of HEY, ISLY to my brand new awesome followers:

1. Areeba Zaidi
2. Nostalgic 
3. Mishi 

How can i forget you guys, now its officially 'the end'   which means:

don't try this nausea-stic stuff, I don't want my reader wasting time in bed.

Football is the most perverted game.
why?
22 guys run after a single ball, in SHORTS, and when they get it, all they do is kick its 'ASS', as hard as possible.

WHAT!!! u never thought that.

But I did, oh cuz i am smart.
So before i really start boasting  about me lets get started with what today i have in my pocket.
OH MAN! damn it! I am wearing shorts without pockets. :P
Ok, now that  wasn't lame.
SO, Today, i wasn't really in the typical 'Blogging' mood, but when i switched my laptop on, i wasn't in the mood to avoid blogging.

 So, do you know that a strong guy, in a fight would always go for a direct kill
and
a strong women, would always visit a nearby saloon first.

Now that wasn't lame.

Yup it wasn't lame, cuz it wasn't a joke but a fact.
Today i had a real tough day, OMG, and u won't believe me but i took 3 cups of coffee, while writing this, and i dare not to ask my sis for one more, cuz i really don't want the cup to be smashed on my had.
Today, i had to go to my institute at 5, then when finally i got free at 8, i heard that the road that usually i take to ride home was blocked.
When i inquired a guy, he said since 7:30 pm, it is like jammed from every side, A No Way Out, kinda thing.
What's more, i had to wait for my sis outside her coaching for almost 27 minutes, i wasn't alone, i had  the-moronic-kind-girl-with-extra-noisy-voice-and-too-many-blackheads-and-was-among-those-who-murder-all-your-brain-cells-and-cooks-them-for-dinner, she wasn't my friend, but my sister's friend and for few days we were dropping her. So my lethargic, lazy and damn lazy sister came 27 minutes late, and thank god, she wasn't late for a few more minutes, other wise i would have booked her friend to hell.

Lucky me, i found her x-ray, in her bag.

Now, just imagine sitting with this kind of creature for almost half an hour, u just can't feel my pain and all she was saying was, blaablaablaablaablaa,jsfbnsfbsjfdbdivbdkjfbd;veubnfvkjdbnfvujdbn dvjebv.
Did u got that? yup, i just can't make a single word out of them.
Just imagine, and as if this wasn't much, it took us 2 hours and 43 minutes, exactly to get home, and for almost 2 hours and 15 minutes we were tasting carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide, and all the other scientific bad gasses.

Except for this one.

I don't know whether it was in the air but even if it had been in the air, it is so weak compared to the others.
After, what happened with me today i at least got one thing straight in my mind and now it is locked there forever.
When luck plays bad with you, its awful and impossible to get away without crying.
Cuz, as if that wasn,t enough we had only 2 CNG points left and obviously because of this we were not allowed to switch the A.C on.

Yes, i too got one now.

This is called the extreme bad luck, and now i am in my bed, with laptop in my hand, migraine pain in my head, my nose is like red as tomato and now am playing basketball with the tissue and dustbin.
I am like upside down today, but at least i am thankful to god that we made it to home safely.
When we got home i was in my worst temper but thanks to bloggert i am quite good now, at least i maintained my record of posting five consecutive blogs in five days, cheers for that.
SHOUTS OF HEY, ILYT TO MY NEW GREAT FOLLOWER:
DAANEIIA
Thankyou, for the 7th time for following my Pathetic Blog
P.S pathetic blog is an oxymoron.
That would be all for today, cuz i really need a sleep so that i can wake up back tomorrow.

That is all folks, see ya soon.

Thank you for wasting your time at this page.