Thursday, December 24, 2009


The biggest snake in the world is the anaconda of South America. The largest anaconda ever was 27 feet (8.45 meters) long and more than 3 feet (1 meter) around, with a weight close to a quarter-ton.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Oh dear God, I love you.

Do you know what's the best feeling in the world?
Having come back from school, stressed out (and been sleeping only 15 hours in the last 3 days) and thinking to yourself, let's go sleep. But what you think to your inner self is: Oh, shaytan, please shut up and let me pray my Zuhr which I didn't pray at school before it's past the time.
You wait till you convince that lil' thing and wudu and there. You start praying. Now the main problem is, we recite and don't concentrate. I found a solution for myself and maybe it works for others. You actually translate it in English in your mind, and understand what you say, and there. Your soul feels what you recite.

Back to the best feeling. Doing sajdah and pouring your soul to God's container of love. I swear. I feel like staying there ALL my life, except after some time I can't breathe. Catastrophic, or asthma- can't decide.

The world is beautiful as Queen of all small things would say (don't know which of the words start with the capital letters for your case). Even more, God's beautiful. I was praying and suddenly I thought to myself. That this is happiness. Satisfaction. Love. Purity. I swear to God. I love it!

So, I was thinking while praying- I lost track, sorry God- that I would want to address those who don't pray. No pinpointing. Or any sort. Wait, rephrase it, address to those who know they're missing something, who feel like they know what's missing but I guess shaytan takes over our Iman. Maybe, I'm wrong about the Iman part, obv God knows more. But you get me, don't you? To all of those, to all who feel lazy (I'm human too, I know it) I suggest, I advice, anything that fits this situation, to pray. Please. Pray. It fixes life more than anything else does. To my life yes, but dude, we don't have no option, its for our own benefit anyways. God won't get a dime out of this. Or any sort. Why laziness when you can not be lazy to check any notifications? 5 minutes at the least? Try your fard first. And then carry on. Come on, try today, to pray at least once, even if you never. I hope you do. Just try. There's no excuse, trust me. And there's no penalty.

I hope you pray today. Just the fard maybe. I don't know which timezone you live in, but let's try.

Goals of next year, actually of life. I want to keep praying, and inshaAllah regularly in my days. And inshaAllah all 5 at exact times. And I hope I influence my sisters.

My mum says sometimes if you tell people your plans, sometimes, they never really turn out the way you plan. Sometimes. I hope my goal's achieved. I'd only tell this out, to remind myself at times. And maybe motivate you. (:

Parents are indeed, God's most blessed blessings. The day you lose them, is without a doubt the saddest day of your life. May all of us have our parent's love throughout life and their support, moral and physical. There and just there. :)

Oh alhamdulilah, life's fine. Alhamdulilah. Some things you're nervous about, but at the end. Nothing can ever kill you if it's wrong. So I guess, at the end of the day, all that matters is that you've got amazing parents. And to those who've lost them, may Allah forgive all their sins and grant them a place in Jannah Ameen. And at the end of the day, you can talk to your God. :) Sometimes you do. And sometimes- infact, most of the times, it's like you're being heard.

Mosaic cogitations. Deep random thoughts. Some blue, some white. Some happy, some fine.
I hope I've done my job here, what I should've been doing. Long ago. :)
P.S. When do you use advice and advise? Help, please.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

They say I'm crazy.
And they can't control their own crazes.

I've started to hate weekends now. =/

Stranded In a Sea of Dolphins

What is life like? After 5 months, you realise, maybe a tad bit of you is missing, incorporated into something you have no idea about. Sometimes your life fixes itself and there you are, smiling when you don't just need to, but maybe you have to.

Right now, I'd give you a billion reasons why you should hang onto your life, and you'd give me 2 to let it down the drain. When I tell you those reasons, you don't give a shat about it anyways, because you're flipped in the gloom of I-don't-know-what.

Two years ago, I look at myself, and everything was different. I hadn't got my O'levels results, never had the acne-full face- okay, I did slightly. I was 15. That sounds so young, so half-of-30. Now, I'm 17. More happier, more vivid in the crowds. More lost in the world.

There's an end to all happiness, an end always. The smiley face needs a long break sometimes, and you feel all gloomy because you haven't showered well, your hair's oily or you're ripping your shoes. It's all sad. Sometimes the world remembers you at the busiest timings, and no one gives a bullock about when you actually need that attention. Happiness as it seems, isn't happy maybe. I'll smile for you, and inside everything's still the same.

Technology has left me stranded. Stranded in a sea of dolphins.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Deep To The Depth of It.

I lost my phopu 2 days ago.
One day after my last exam and well, the worst day of the entire week I guess.
We all knew it actually. It had been 2 weeks since I knew about it. They said it was serious but had the hope for a miracle. I prayed for a miracle. Somethings just don't happen because there's a reason for them not to happen. Somethings don't happen because God doesn't want them to happen. He has a better plan. For all of us.
People come people go. They leave behind memories. Memories so intense like the mountains in the sea which rise beyond sea level to show what they're made up of. To show their existence. To show that they're still there.
My dad lost his third family member to cancer on the 4th of June. His mum had cancer but then they didn't have the finance to treat it. My uncle, younger to my dad had bladder cancer and well like most cases, it was too late and the chemotherapy did little help. My aunt had a lot.
Cancer is not only what she suffered through. She suffered through a lot. Poverty, ill-treatment, diseases, you name it. She had high blood pressure, diabetes, a pancreas removed and then came cancer. It made her obese. Liquid spread through her abdomen, which gave more pathway to the malignant. It went from her liver up to her throat. She finally had blisters in her mouth. The doctors told her to go home and spend the last days with her loved ones including God. And so she did.
Some people are too good in the world. my phopu was the sweetest person I knew. She never asked for help in finance, just so that she could show her children to never be dependent on others but God. She gave us all something, no other family member gave us, something that money couldn't buy. Love. Extreme love, with sweets and treats and smiles and hugs. And twinkles in the eyes. And loving it through.
I'll miss her. I'll always love her. I'll pray for her whenever I can and may be inshaAllah do an Umrah on her behalf. I guess its okay to live with it now. Three days of mourning are over. life will get back to it inshaAllah.

I had cut down on my music, movies, etc. I missed parties but well I wasn't in the mood. But now, well I want to get some fun out of me, you know. After AS exams, I think I deserved to party. We'll leave that in God's hands for now. But remember, then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you deny? Too.
It is He who'll give you the light upon the approach of death, upon approach of fear, regret and all that Satan disposes on us. So Love your God. :)

Friday, May 15, 2009


So thank you everyone for telling me, 'Yes, Sarah, you can do them and you'll so get an A.'
Now do you know what happens when you tell me that. -_-
They sucked, both sucked and well, I don't even have a brain to 'try' to understand the question.
Ugh. While, almost EVERYONE knew it. EVERYONE. UGH.


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Unlike humans, the oyster is usually ambisexual.
It begins life as a male, then becomes a female, then changes back to being a male, then back to female.
It may go back and forth many times—and without paying for an operation, either!

Saturday, April 25, 2009


So I'm the only teenager in the car, and it comes to me that right now being the only child with the parents, I may have had a lifetime experience and also a boring phase with no siblings to talk to, to argue with, to make fun of. That is... life?

My mum in the car is all silent and quiet due to certain reasons so I'm the only one who's talking to my dad. We're talking about everything whatsoever may be happening. Something happens to the car, and he's telling me about it just the way a father talks to his eldest son. And then the b
est thought in life occurred to me, I may be my dad's son!

I know it sounds oh-so-^o) but really, my dad treats me like that. Just like that. I am his first baby girl and the love one has for the first child is unconditional and one&only, I te
ll you. Endless. There's love and respect with a blend of reality. My dad loves me. Not the love a daughter gets from her mother, not the love where he'll make coffee for you and massage your head, not the affection when you scratch your knee. Nope. This love is much more than that. This love is about standing for your self. This love is about making cold-coffee when I'll have a flu, affection to scramble to the ground and get up myself. This love is about independence rather than reliance.

My dad has always respected me, always. Even when I was young, he'd respect my views and he always thought high of me. It used to be weird when other parents would just ignore suggestions given by their 8-year old child, while my dad would actually try whatever I suggested. We're more of friends. Me and my dad make a good team. We joke around and neither would mind anything. Of course, sometimes
I cross the line, but due to respect I always apologize.

Back in the years when we used to go to Pakistan for the holidays, people used to think that what an ill-mannered daughter I am, and I have no 'tameez' of talking to my dad. But actually, one thing they never knew was that we were different. Something hard to explain, something hard to understand.

My dad has never complained of not having a son, because it's not a huge issue for either of my parents, it's just me who wants to have a brother. :) So well, my dad's kind of trained me for hardware engineering. =p By 8 I think, I knew what was the screwdriver, the wrench, etc. and I loved helping him out. I was always scared of the ear-piercing sound of the drill, and the head-banging sound of the hammer but I got used to it. =D And it was nice! So well, I see a son in me somewhere. =D

He's called us his dreams come true. =D I'm his American dream, Sibgha the um, Saudi dream, because of her Palestinian touch and Manal his Pakistani dream because she's kind of... um, weird or something. =/ So well, I love being American dream and I love my name too. =D

He's given me all that I've ever desired. Really. I was the first one in my class to get a laptop at such a young age, the first one to get a cell phone and that also an i-mate-though it sucked. He might've spoiled me a bit but that doesn't matter at all to me. =D There's nothing more I could ever want but to be with my dad always. Always. (:

Just the way orange wants green, contacts want solution, Rija loves her mum, Sibgha loves Miranda Citrus, I love my dad! I love him from the bottom of my heart! The only thing that matters.
My Papa Jaani.


I've just come from one of the wonders of the world for me. A place so majestic, so pure. While everything is so Holy, there are things equally wild there. Yes, wild. Yes, things. Sadly, those things are us humans. Just for a place which maybe about 30 cm, a buffalo wants to fit in. Literally, a buffalo. Now, just imagine the cat fight they have there. Luckily, I don't understand Arabic as yet and so I miss out on some curse words, which is good to a degree.

The best part of it all is about the place. If you want to seclude yourself to God in a place crowded with millions- really, it's just the wisest choice. Ah! The fragrance of the black cloth upon the Ka'abah is the best scent I have ever smelt! I wish I could just sleep while holding it close to my face! =D Moreover, you get to see SO many races from all parts of the world. Mostly, Iranians and Syrians- the most ill-mannered, Indonesians, Indians, Sudanis and oh so many more. =D I wish I knew Arabic so I could communicate with them and know more about the world =D

So yesterday, I'm just all alone in the car and I have the backseat all to myself, every thing's quiet and I've started thinking about where I've been. It's such a Holy place, so many prophets have been, so many people wish to be there. So much love and so much fame. I always wanted the feeling of being all alone in the mosque, and it's all to you at the time. You can pray anywhere you want to, visit the Roza-e-Jannah as many times as you want to, pray for as long as your heart desires, and sleep next to the Ka'abah because you know you're protected by the best System ever to exist. =]

So what more does mankind want? They come to see one of the things, many billions want to visit, and all they do is swear to each other because by mistake one pushes the other? So why is everyone intelligent but still illiterate?

'Seek help through patience and Salah'


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Only Time- Enya

Life. Maybe it's definition is still incomplete like that of love's. Maybe it's just so simple, that it's complicated to understand it. Or maybe it's unfair, supposed to be unfair. How cat-people are allergic to cat fur and have it in their mouth while eating Doritos, unfair I tell you.
An excess or lack of sleep gives me a bad flu. A very bad one. 50 sneezes/2 minutes.

But all that is not the point. The point here today is just about people and life. I've been touched by this blog about such a noble man. A man full of life, full of love, full of adventures. A man who loves his life, and has regrets but those regrets just strengthen him. Making him bold and composite, the regrets give him a reason to live on, to breathe on.

I've forgotten the purpose of this blog, maybe it's just random, maybe today I feel like living. Living life. Maybe today, I would want to be myself, random but much than a girl in Riyadh. I'll know things about me today I never knew. A new day has come, so let's live it. Let's love it. From every point of view, let's love people. They're in your life for a reason. A reason that influences you. =D Enya is in my life because her music knows me so well. Geography tells me what plateaus are actually. The sweaty hands cool me. Digestive digest me. You make me feel special because you're equally special.

So let's start loving everything we've been given, everything we have, even everything we least care.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Golden Sun

Sea Urchins. Echinoderms. Sea Star. Not Star Fish. Red-knobbed.
Fine Shine. Blurry Mind. *

Friday, April 10, 2009

Pond Of Water

When the sun comes out, it drains away the rain, no more gloom to fear, no more grey. Big puffy, fluffy, white, snowy clouds. And the sunny, yellow sun colours the sky. The birds chirp, and Riyadh is once again black and white.

I actually think I had the first good day of year '09. Four months passed by, and things were just not the same, until yesterday. Everyone seemed happy, everyone including mum. A lovely, neat dinner, pretty Italian and English, the second amazing dinner of the year, first being when our exclusive guests came up from Dubai and we had AMAZING biryani right after school. <3>

Some things just make so much difference just by their mere prescence.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

To You, And When The Heart Flips.

Now that you're gone. No, you never went away, deep inside you left a mark, a scar. A scar, never to be erased, never to be forgotten. It wasn't a matter of life or death. Maybe I made a mistake, maybe you made a mistake too, but either way I wanted it to go, continue. Go on and give something fruitful. Maybe. But, you just left me stranded just the next day, as if we were strangers. Were you afraid? Afraid of the society? Society that just laughed because they loved your laugh? While society meant all, I was what for you. Oh yes, just the simple darn. Ah. How predictful.

But life went on, didn't it? You went your way, while I waited, waited in hope. I don't regret it, I don't because it made me learn a lesson I should've. I don't feel a fool, because I just acted human, like you. Or were you human back then? I still find you, maybe just for pleasure. I still try to dream about you, I did type 'try'. Maybe, it's over. Over since long. Maybe I'm just slow like my metabolism. Oh well, I made many excuses to turn the truth upside down. But I guess you haven't forgotten of 'it' and have long forgotten me. :)

Yes, of course. The way your eyes met mine, the butterflie
s, and then that one blink which would bring me back to the ground. The late nights, the ruffling of your hair, the playing with the cold toes. *sigh* Now, that you're gone, it's all just memories. Truth be told, I miss you at times, miss you so much, that eventually I do dream about you, eventually I do think of you with every sad lyric, while you just sms. And that also sms everyone but me, from Mustafa to i-don't-know-who-else.

I remember how you respected me, and if I said yes it was a yes to you too. Where's everything gone? :) Where? And now the basement is
just a historical place for me, something antique, something I think about everyday, and never show it. When I'm high, I'm high because of you, when I'm low, I'm low because of you. Because I'm me, and that's what I love, I love me the way I am and so that's why I'm high, just to show you that after 3 years, I'm still staying alive. I'm still breathing. :) Are you?

Crime scene never gets disturbed. I can't cut the part of my life, because I want to. Maybe I don't want to. And why do I feel like puking? Water after coffee? Or is it you?

I think sometimes, I think whether I should ever tell my future-partner about you, me and the history we share? And how you'd react to me getting marrie
d, getting far from you, not anymore your's, and is that okay? Of course, you'll never answer, because you'll never know.

You said you'll be a software engineer, stay at home, help the kids out, while I'm busy at the hospital. Now, it just makes me smile. How'd you ask me to lay besides you just so I could play with your hair. :) How'd I tell you what hairstyle to keep because y
ou loved your hair more than me. How'd I always tell you not to apply gel because it would ruin your hair's texture and so you stopped using it... :)

So after all these years, 3 years man, 3! I hope you get what you need, or whatsoever makes you live. Because, I'm gone and you've lo
st me. The rest is in destiny's hand.

Monday, March 30, 2009


So I'm still discovering the secrets the Earth encloses, I'm still opening cupboards to find leftovers. I'm still typing to make new words and new sentences to make new paragraphs and so disclosing new aspects of life. So like I begin to post something serious, something meaningful to the other side of me. Something more than colourful text and images full of life, because there's always a tear after a smile so be ready for it and not whine after you set your own consequences.

I'm tired of life, not high with it and not low. I am just plain bored, tired. Because I think of death everyday. Every single day since last week, and it is so freaky because I'm scared of the phone ringing, I'm scared when someone shouts my name, I am scared when my dad reaches home late, and I'm even scared when Sibgha doesn't wake up from her deep sleep. I think I should stop thinking a lot about it since it's bad to think too deep since it affects you, I think.

Everyday there's some news of someone dying and it increases day by day and it's so sad. Why is it so sad, why? Why do bad news exist? Why can't life just be happy? Why is poverty on it's highest scale? Why can we just not sleep all day, why can't we just relax and live life the way we want to? Eat peanuts so much without gaining in a calorie, why not just relax and swim so deep that it's hard to rise to the surface? Why can't we swim in the cool, deep blue sea and just swim so good that you don't have to breathe? Why can't we just dance on streets without people staring at us? Why is life not easy as 1, 2, 3? And there exist so many more questions.

I wonder how many ants I would've killed in my whole entire life, yes, by mistake but there would be so many. And if I alone kill that much, what about the whole of Pakistan? And of course, the global killing of ants. But they must have their own mechanisms about it.

So the whole point is, right now, just right now for the first time in my entire life, I had tears in my eyes and I did not cry. It's not because I'm missing someone or I got scolded or I was slapped or hurt by the handle of the door or any such matter. I just teared because I was low, and still am low. Is that bad? It shouldn't be, should it? It's okay to cry, yeah? To let out the anger, the sadness and even the foremost happiness?

I would want a perfect life. A life without the excess use of the internet. I'm not addicted, okay maybe I am. I'm just disgusted by the thought that I spend hours on the most useless thing and mostly, just doing nothingand just staring at the screen waiting for something to pop up and say surpirse and worse of all facebook-ing. Honestly, facebook should die. It's just an excuse to stalk people. 'Omg. X just uploaded a picture with her skin showing, omg, she's so going to hell.' Ef that. And then you start reading their comments and wham, it's all over facebook and soon the whole school knows about it all. 'She has more guys in her friend list than girls, omg, she got a ticket to hell!' Like you're so good, haina? Uf. And then their amazingly cheap statuses in which they never the goddamn person's name and go like... 'He's such a dash, he dumped me! :( :( :( :( :'((((((' UFF. And then you click on more comments to see whether you know who the guy was. Faltoo kaam. So maybe, I'll just deactivate the worst part of my life for a while, just stay away from people who are just too farigh.

So now it's like 8.40 which is effed because I have a Unit 2 test of Chemistry and I haven't studied shit and all I've done is sit back and found a major excuse to make my bum more fat and blunt and wide. Moreover, gained adipose on my tummy, and my thighs and legs and because of wow Biology, I don't even have time to work out or drink water.

No, that's my fault, I can't blame bio for everything, give it a break. Millions of people studies more than I do and never ended up with a dry, bad skin with pinkness over the fair and so you're like a blend with patches and then of course, so wide, it's hard to carry your own arse. So it's like inevitable to be disgusted by it sometimes. Life goes on and people leave, people come you succeed, and you fail; ups and downs.

I think I blame my lowness to my exclusive iTunes playlist because, it's always at shuffle so I'll be listening to the most jolly song ever and in the next 4 minutes it switches to an R'n'B and soon to easy listening and the sad love songs. Just like, 'Now That You're Gone' by Ryan Adams. It's so low, that it pulls you from your highest enery leve to the lowest and thus releasing a photon of light. And so it's about time, I get up, scramble to my feet to catch a branch of silsa and escape from the swallowings of the quick-sand. Enough. =p

So, ladies and gentleman, I give you a happier version of me, once again and I hope I drink water now, since the spices have drained the H2O out of me.

Live your life, even in the cold November rain.

Monday, March 23, 2009


Soldiers make me SO proud.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


I don't like kids that much, only those which are cute and cheeky. Children, ugh, puh-lease. Kids are so dumb when they're newborns but that's like comprehensive but those who're just kids as in from age 7-12 are just not my type. Well, I've been through that phase of life and everyone has to as long as their destined for it.

I like adorable kids those with their cute nose and tiny fingers, ah! Okay, maybe I also like newborns. Especially their toes, beauty.
Those big round eyes above the amazing dippled cheeks, the cute little nosy :) the small hands which grip your thumb so firmly it's hard to let go. Offsprings as biology would refer to them; individuals with their own langauages which always leave you wondering.

But I'm rather amused by how they come to existence, you know. Just by two specialized cells. That's it. Two and you get millions and billions of building blocks just to give you a shape. There's a part of biology which can't just explain the love one has for that cluster of cells. Safe and protected in a sac of love. :) I don't care about the hardwork, the energy spent, the money you get, but some people need advises, some need consolation, some need just one more chance. Maybe that's my purpose of existence. Adding some happiness to a couple's life, by just helping them out, that's my passion. Passion for gynecology.

If you're one of those who remark my passion as 'Ew! Gross, damn.', then I'm sorry God didn't bless you with the sense of intensity. :) Life's short and beautiful. Someday you'll find your 'the one' and someday you'll have a life of your own, a family of your own, from giggle-y laughs to beautiful, thick, crystal-clear tears. Every person dreams of a family with kids numbering from 1 to double digits. Yes, population is rising but some people need to do what they do. :)

I've never thought about ultrasounds that much, but I saw an episode of One Tree Hill with Peyton for her ultrasound and beautiful God! :) The lub-dub sounds echoing through the very narrow arteries, the tiny figures on that monitor apparently looking like a lizard. Ah. Beauty, man.
I would die to have that thing just in you, you know. Like it's a living life in a living life. I'm stupidly in love with the thoughts.

Ms. Bouchra would refer it to as a 3 kg sugar bag in you which goes everywhere you go like your shadow. It's hurt when you're hurt, it's happy when you are. :) And when you're alone it gives you the best company, be in a dentist waiting room too. :)

Nearly all mothers will carry their baby on their left side so that the baby's head is next to the mother's heart. Hearing a mother's heartbeat soothes a baby.

God's just so Great. :)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

To Those Who Cared

What have we done? Lives gone, tears wasted, money spent, for what? It just left hundreds widowed. It left even more orphans, those with no support anymore, and here we are relaxing while brave men fight. They fight like never before. They spend every day training, sweating, and working just so they can protect us. In the end they're just buried, buried with all the rest, those of other clans too. So where is it all gone? What have we done?

They fought for us and we shed a tear only for those who were acquaintances. Maybe I survived just because of one brave soldier who's long gone while I live my life. I don't know who ever he was, I don't know how he fought, I don't know who he left behind to weep but I salute him. They are the ones who deserve paradise while all we do is pray just when in crisis.

Where is 'Unity, Faith, Discipline' gone? Why are we helpless now? From earthquakes to red alerts of wars, why are we just stranded? Why is there no one to care about the poor now? Why are the richer only getting richer? Where has the passion gone? Is this why we demanded a separate homeland so that we could bury it in just by a different way, time-bombs, bullets, satan?

Think of those who left their children behind just to make a future for us. Think of those who got robed, stolen, beaten, raped just so they could add to the majority of Muslims, is this unfair, watching your own country's downfall when you can do something but are just afraid to? All we're doing is internal fighting. That's it. Why? For we are Pakistanis first and only then Sindhis, Punjabis, Pathans, Balouchis. Get out of the phase of only PPP, MQM or ML, fight for the country and not just for someone. It's just a matter of a wise thought.

So wake up and at least realize what we've done, what we're doing and what the consequences will be. The point of all this is just to write it out, just because the gun's loaded and the trigger be pulled anytime, so to become nationalities of the world's most dangerous country. To all those 'terrorists', to all those who kill their own blood, to all those who're wrong but urge as right, get a life. Think with your foolish brains as to me your just cannibals.

May my country live long and prosperous Ameen and may God protect it from all those murderers.

Pakistan Zindabad.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Beat It

They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It

You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It

They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It

You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It

Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Sometimes it's good to be left alone. No one gets hurt that way.

I don't swear a lot. I only do when I'm very high or very low. I go high and low very easily and mostly I'm neutral. Maybe it's just one of those phases everyone talks about, you know. Sad, slow songs make me all sad and low. I once found hope in Chris Brown's Forever maybe because of its lyrics or something.

I have this thing for those '25 random things about you' notes on Facebook.

So well I love the music from the '80s, the music is just so wow. I love Michael Jackson's songs no matter what he was, what he's become and all such stuff. There's so much pop, rock 'n' roll followed by the ever-loved easy listening. There still are some issues whether music is haram or not, though I think it is. That's a whole different topic to discuss.

I really want to have a guy to flirt. I'm not a playa or anything, though it sounds like that. Life is too boring right now and I need some sort of just those good things which make you want to live and have some drama in life.

I love paintings and abstract stuff; things with intensity. Such art just leaves me thinking and there's so much variety of what everyone thinks of just a single painting.

I love my bunk bed, it's a whole different world up there, though all simple and plain but it's one of the few places which accept me in every state I may be in.

I want to know everything about everything. For that reason, I love dictionaries and Wikipedia.

I also found my iPod which doesn't work because of its stupid Hold button but I'll get it fixed as soon as Biology leaves me alone for at least two hours.

I'm quite jealous of the Math students in my class because they aren't in any sort of pressure we're in but at times I feel satisfied because who has passion for becoming a gynecologist. I do. (H) Even though the thought of poking my finger into other's thing is just very ew and gross.

No matter how much I try, I just can't like 'paindo' people. I just can't. It's like dude, what the ef is wrong with you?

Haha, my net is very irritating at times. Many people hate it. *proud emoticon*

Two things that ever scared me were these videos about Shaytan on and this dajal-voiced-guy who called me 3 A.M some freaky night.

I love the Backstreet Boys.

They finished the colour codes on Blogger… which makes me very very sad. I love colour. =(

I find khusras VERY scary though I'm not scared of them or so. They're like clowns to me with freaky make-up and paindo style.

I always loved nouns and hated adjectives even besides curriculum.

I think Linksys is better than SpeedTouch but just to love what I have, I make myself think that SpeedTouch is the best.

That's the same case with my Dell and Toshiba laptops.

I have a psycho cousin on the loose. =/

I love Lil Wayne's voice though it's pretty annoying after a minute.

I really want to study Religion especially about Sunni-ism and Shia-ism. I am a Sunni but all I know about that is that I believe in one God and that Hazrat Muhammad (P.B.U.H) was the last prophet of Allah. Of course, there's more than just that but these are the basis. =D

I take pride in the fact that Massari has my nickname in his name- Sari =D Also, that my favorite WWE wrestler, the Undertaker, has my name tattoo-ed on his neck. =D

I love Mr.Pringle and my hawt E66. I also love Mahir, the guy who goes in my school van and also the little cartoon on Al-Marai milk cartons. =D I'm very conscious about Mahir, since he was going to get kidnapped and hit by a car yesterday.

I find gays also weird but I think I like them. =? I mean just the talk about gays, and not gays as such. Well, I don't really mind them but isn't straight better? Whatever God wanted.

So finally my internet starts working but my battery's dying. I own three laptops and well the desktop is for family and I love it.

Shit. I just realised Rija's brother's leaving tomorrow! =|

شارع حسين بن علي

No day is perfect. Nobody is perfect and when they say "I'm nobody", they're just very lame. It's about me today. Just what I think, what I feel. I don't even care about the stupid lame-ass incomplete language I type in, that with no grammar rules. Ugh. As you all know, this is just an online diary so take it that way. It's not for you but merely for my own existence.

So I think I have had the worst starting of the month. I lose my calculator and it just wasn't a calculator and I'm not even over-reacting. I love my things.
Everything. I don't like losing things because I have too much to lose, really. When I was in grade 7, I kind of broke my webcam and well I felt so guilty since then I haven't bought a camera and last year I kind of lost our digital camera and blegh. I cried my ass off and made a fool out of myself in front of my whole extended family with my dad consoling as I was to get married or something. I'm very conscious about my possessions. So I lost my first calculator and I'm not buying another one in hope that I'll find it back and somewhere deep within I know I won't. Then there's my dictionary which I LOVE so much. Yes, a dictionary. I love dictionaries, especially this one with like super cool Australian English thing. So my youngest sister kind of misplaced it and I lost my temper. I have a very bad temper when I'm already low. Alhamdulilah I found it. So recently, I lost my IGCSE certificate and though it is like all of little use in getting into a university but it's my first educational board certificate and all, so I'm all very depressed and I can't find it. =/

So today I had like this wow morning with breakfast in school with coffee from Hiba and Dunkin' Donuts' Munchkins which Hajra got for all of us. We had much more than all that, so the day was like perfect. Until I found out we're going to loser-ass FantasyLand for our field trip. I mean what the ef dude? FantasyLand is for like loser-ass kidos. Ugh. I so hate my school and then all the pressure of studies as if they're the only thing which exists in the world. I'd rather spend my entire day all alone in Sahara Mall or even in my room rather than FantasyLand. Such torture to the XX! I tried retaliating but no, they just want their own rules and regulations. So yes ef my life.

As God said, jahalat will repeat itself and in a way maybe you don't understand it but I do.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Every man dies- Not every man lives!

Traditionally, insanity or madness is the behavior whereby a person flouts societal norms and may become a danger to themselves and others; insanity in its literal term. Another word that follows is craziness. Every being has a degree of craziness. Indeed, from being mentally upset to just expressing your inner self.

Everyone is special in their own way. Everyone tells you that when you feel inferior. If you think about it deeply, it is true. You might have something I don't, and vice versa. Point is, I am special in one way or the other, better than you at times, and sometimes you beat me double in something I'm not proud of. Isn't that fair enough?

I am a very proud person, not by the arrogance, but proud because I've accomplished a lot. A lot has a lot in it. My dad quit smoking when I was very young, because I said him to. Isn't that great? I feel great because I did something many smokers have problems doing it. You must've done something you're very grateful of. In the same way, this week, I explored myself to find out more about me. My inspiration... some freaky person staring at me and unknowingly, me gazing back at him with the shut-up-and-stop look.

I'm a very good person maybe just like you, and maybe nothing like you at all. When I come to think about it, there are reasons for it. Being polite and times, friendly, an overall good person. Something I was never proud of was my shyness. I've never been very bold. Especially not with the other sex. This week I wanted to change that and a way to change that was to do what you feel like doing and talking to people the way you felt like. This week I took control of my life. I acted c.r.a.z.y. in my way of craziness. :) From screaming on the streets to eating green chilies randomly, I love the new-me. Because it's fun to be young. Isn't it?

Point is; do what you feel like, for some time, love who you are and not what you've become because of the influence of your environment or whatsoever. Albert Einstein quotes, “A person starts to live when he can live outside himself." So relax some time, chill, sleep like an owl at times, work like an ass at others, last but never the least, just live your life!