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Eid Mubarak

2006-10-22T21:35:00.000-07:00

After a truly grueling Ramadan, I am pleased to say that Eid is upon us. Eid Mubarak to everyone and hope you all had a great, great Ramadan.

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Blog Facelift

2006-10-17T17:59:00.000-07:00

As you may have noticed, my blog has a...spicy...new look. Would love to get some comments about how you are finding it.

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I'm A Big Kid Now

2006-10-17T01:10:00.000-07:00

This post is brought to you by SC Johnson, a family company.

So a few days ago I saw this tv AD for some new sort of diaper that has some wet zone thing to let the child now that he is wet and should go to the bathroom and continue his business. I thought to myself, wow, that's actually pretty smart. But hey, if the kids's already pee-ed himself, what's the point of going to the bathroom? so basically, the point of the diaper is to let you child know he or she has made #1 or #2. My concern is, would the kid not know already? I mean, he is walking around in a plastic bag of pee...or worse. How dumb does this kid have to be? Such stupidity. Honestly, I think these Huggies and Pampers and such are real wastes of money and resources. In my day we were wrapped in a big banana leaf and left to do our own business. No stupid wet zone and such, an in my opinion, I turned out pretty good. Kids now have it too easy. The proverbial gold spoon has been replaced by one with diamonds and other precious stones set in white platinum. Gold is passé now...it's meh.
So yeah, if you want your kids to come out normal and with good toilet manners, don't use diapers. Let them wallow in their mess for sometime and I guarantee you, within a few days they will be potty trained. Hell, I was potty trained as soon as i was born. Getting up to the toilet was a chore sometimes, but with a little determination it was always good...in the process I developed excellent upper body strength. Even at 5 months I could lift a toy and throw it across the room like nobody's business. Stupid kids nowadays, can't even throw a dangerous object right. No wonder they have so many problems at such young ages. The way things are going now, we're going to have young mothers having children at the age of 5 and 6. Of course, you must be thinking, "wow, ur an idiot. everyone knows girls can't have kids at that age. who's gonna pay for their hospital bills? " DUH!! they're gonna have to take a loan out to raise their children. By then SC Johnson will not only be a family company but will also be a company that sells children to families. All the 5 and 6 year old mothers would then sell their children to them in exchange for cash and perhaps toys and then those children would be sold at a mark-up of 200% to other less fortunate families who couldn't have children. Of course, the children would come with a great return policy and a good extensive 3 year warranty, with part replacement...!!! i know, amazing!! and with the purchase of a full baby you get a free diaper bag and diapers and other baby products. ISN'T THAT GREAT!!?? now that's one stop shopping!
neways, i'm off to bed. hopefully tomorrow my new mail-order baby will get here. the last one was too fussy, it used to cry all the time and would only shut up when i fed it. how dumb is that? why else do babys have baby fat...to feed off of when they are hungry. idiots.

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Waldo's Back

2006-09-11T00:49:00.000-07:00

Yes he's back, back again, Waldo's back, tell a friend....

Inspired by my friend Shazzy's return to the blogging world, I hereby announce mine. For the moment, this is all I have to say. But very soon I'm gonna have a hot new look with a hot new format and I shall begin.

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Mah Ma

2005-06-28T03:50:00.000-07:00

As I edge closer and closer to the day I pick up my bags and leave home for university, I become more and more wary of the fact that I'm going to be away from my mom; My mom who's my best friend. She is the one person who I can talk to about anything. Speak my mind totally and express myself freely. My worries, my failures, my successes, my desires, my apprehensions and my every thought is so easy for me to share with her. Imagining a life without her is so wrong I'm afraid to talk about it. But I'm not one who is easily intimidated, so here I am. Hence the topic for this post is, obviously, my mom.

I can easily boast and say that my mom is one of the coolest people I know. I mean, who else can say with pride that their Mom was willing to say “Yes, this is Shamseena’s mother. Please don’t worry, the girls will be coming home with me and I will drop them all off home.” just so that you could go for that Shah Rukh Khan concert with your friends?! Who else’s Mom will ask you “How’s Sara doing? Did she meet any interesting girls?” without sneer or judgement? That’s my Mom. Who else’s Mom will say “Don’t worry about your Dad; he’s just being an asshole.” I don’t think there are very many others. That’s my Mom. She’s always been there for me, always been beside me through thick and thin. So now, when I have a whole journey in front of me I need her the most and I don’t have her.

Life’s a bitch, that’s what I always say. Just when you get the most amount of freedom and have the opportunity to emancipate yourself from your parents, you want them to support you the most. Argh.

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Romeow and Juliwoof- Part 1

2005-05-25T12:47:00.000-07:00

Due to the crappy nature of this Chapter 1, all future posts in the series "Romeow and Juliwoof" have been shelved. Thank You. - Administrator.
Part 1
Chapter 1
Our tale(tail would be more fitting) begins in a small zoo in a distant city. In this distant city, in this small zoo, lived a family of cats and dogs. The cats lived a quiet life of love. They passed their hours with each other and enjoyed the moments they spent together. Led by their protective patriarch, Leonardo Felinetti, they led a life of quiet devotion and remained within their tight-knight family. To aid the aging Leonardo, 2 of his 3 sons were always on his side. The youngest, Romeow, the romantic of the family, was never there to support his family, but would rather spend his days dreaming up 'get-quick' schemes. On the other end of the zoo we meet the dogs, led so diligently by Howlangelo Woofini. Being a strict father, he was disapproaving of almost all that his family did, especially his children. Having responsibility over 3 girls would put almost any father under stress, let alone one with such beautiful girls. The prettiest of his girls was the eldest, Juliwoof. Her long, flowing locks accentuated her soft demeanor. Her delicate style fitted her body perfectly.
In the zoo, there was a constant struggle for territory. Lions and tigers, elephants and giraffes all vied to get the most space. But the greatest flight was that between the dogs and the cats. The dogs would force their strength on the cats and try to steal their land, and the cats would use their intelligence and steal their food reserves. This war had been going on for generations and it didn't seem to be settling down anytime soon. One day when the war was at it's fiercest, the two heads of family decided to meet near the orang-utan cages to reach a truce. On this day, the children from both families decided to meet and the aviaries and speak about their families and find a way to end this apparently never-ending feud. At both meetings, something went wrong. The two fathers ended up quarrelling and aggravated the situation. At the other side, Romeows' brothers and Juliwoofs' sisters were at ends over who is the superior animal. Both sides were furious at the other's blatant disregard for the other group. Romeow was, though, preoccupied with Juliwoof's beauty. In his mind, the only thing racing in circles was the thought of talking to her and perhaps asking her to meet him in private sometime later. So when neither of their siblings were looking, Romeow slipped Juliwoof a leaf with the words "Meet me here in 2 minutes" written on it. As each groups left, Romeow glanced over at Juliwoof and saw a glisten in her eyes. He was sure she would come to see him. He told his brothers that he wished to stay back and watch the birds and maybe catch one for them, to which they happily agreed. So he stayed and watched his brothers walk away. Within minutes, Juliwoof returned to the spot and told Romeow that she had to go back quickly as her sisters were waiting for her just behind the large bush that blocked the aviary. Romeow whispered into her ears "I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on..." to which she replied "and you are the most handsome cat I have ever met." With those words, they looked into each other's eyes and saw their reflections. In both their eyes, they saw themselves smiling and looking content for the first time in their lives. They promised to meet again and again and to make this part of the aviary their regular meeting place. As they left, Romeow called out to her. She spun around and asked what the matter was, to which her replied "Parting is such sweet sorrow, for it takes away this moment, but brings the promise of another." She smiled, flicked her head and ran back to her sisters who were waiting impatiently. Neither of them knew what was lurking behind the thick shrub, what was waiting impatiently to spill the news to both sides. Neither of them knew that the crow was watching. Neither of them knew how he would change their lives forever.

End of Part 1

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Orgasmic...

2005-05-17T16:22:00.000-07:00

Warning, the following post is significantly raunchier than any other I have written. Parental discretion is advised.

“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside…”
It starts with a familiar pain in your toes, making them curl at the very thought of that one person. Gradually it moves higher and higher; inching towards your groin. On the way it ignites a fire in every muscle, nerve, vein and artery of your legs. It tickles your knees in the most sensual way and caresses your calves with the soft, smooth swish of satin. You feel bursts of electricity explode up and down your legs, electrifying every inch as they travel. You jerk your head side to side and bite your lip in ecstasy…you know what’s happening next. Suddenly, you feel the sting; you pop your head back and moan. You twist and turn and twirl yourself from the unbearable intensity. You arch your back and begin breathing faster. Beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead and you inhale the scent of your lover. It is intoxicating. It is stimulating. In a matter of seconds, it has passed, now moving towards your torso and head. You yearn for it to go back to where it was, almost trying to mentally push it back down. But you can’t. So you give in to its overwhelming power. You allow it to take control of you and your senses. You allow it to drive your mind wild. It reaches your chest and brushes against your nipple, sending a shock-wave up and down your body, announcing it’s proximity to your head. That one brush makes you shiver inside and your ears begin to ring. Gently it fingers your neck, tugging ever so slightly on its taught skin, stroking your throat with the most erotic of touches. Naughtily, it stays there, causing you to squirm with want and need, begging for it to complete its journey. Eventually it gives in, and begins to gently pinch your ear, playing with the lobe and tugging on it. You feel it run through your hair, playing with each strand as it moves to the next. You cannot bear it any more, you want your climax. Instinctively it knows that you are ready for the final play and return to your steamy groins where it first began its lewd journey. You prepare for the finale, relaxing your muscles and clearing your head. It looks at you with longing and gazes into your eyes. Within a matter of seconds, it is over. But those seconds felt like eons. They busted in you like a supernova that shook you to your very core. They rattled every bit of you and made you scream out with the sweet pain you felt; a sweet pain in the most righteous of senses. Slowly you relax yourself. Your muscles begin to loosen and your breathing returns to a normal speed. You lie there and feel the glorious heat of what you have just experienced while bringing yourself back to reality. Almost immediately, your tired eyes begin to shut and you drift off to peaceful sleep.

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Jesus Walks and Other Activites

2005-05-01T16:32:00.000-07:00

Don't fret, I'm not going controversial on your ass, I'm just telling you about a song that I listened to recently that changed the way I viewed hip-hop and rap. Jesus Walks by Kanye West.
I know, this song is old, but I never actually listened to it before. I have heard it though. But it was upon listening to it that I realised just how good it is and why it was the cause of so much talk when it was released. He says "They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus, That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes, But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?" Isn't that so sad? I was thinking about it, it's so true. We can speak about sex like we're talking about the art of drinking water but you mention religion or God and you get the feeling of death come over you. Everyone shuts up when the conversation changes from BDSM to the need for a God. That's when it gets inappropriate. It's scary. Well, I guess I did get controversial. Oh well.
I'm going to change the subject right here and address the other half of the title. What have I done over the past few weeks? Well, I've spent a lot of money, and done a lot of sheesha. That's bad, haven't really done anything productive, which I feel guilty about. Hence I came online today with the sole intention of updating my blog and getting me creative (or otherwise) juices flowing. There's something I'd like to say about that phrase, "creative juices flowing." Isn't it ironic that most people drinking coffee when they do something creative such as writing, but it’s still juices that flow. I'd like to change that to "creative java flowing;" doesn't that sound so much more appropriate? So now that my creative java is flowing I'm feeling the urge to replenish them and go to Starbucks and fill to the brim with Triple Shot Caramel Macchiato. Maybe later. Either way, I'm not about to leave Kanye West now, after all, how many people can claim Jesus Walks and get a Grammy. That's something to pay a little attention to.

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Shake Your Groove Thang!!!

2005-04-03T10:24:00.000-07:00

Peaches n Herb, Donna Summer, Lips Inc, Anita Ward, ABBA, Boney M, The BeeGees, Sister Sledge, Gloria Gaynor and so many more...I'm in the grips of Disco Fever. Not quite as bad as Dengue Fever or Typhoid Fever, it's still bad enough to have your family worried. My parents sure are. They keep wondering how I went from Missy Elliot and 50 Cent to KC and the Sunshine Band and Barry White in less than 3 days. It all began with a discussion with my friend Rawan. We were talking about the 70s, the groovy 70s, and how it would have been so amazing to be alive at that time. Before AIDS, before War, and time when everything was about fun and enjoyment and liberation and social constraints and ideals were forgotten. We moved onto Studio 54, a place I would kill to be able to visit- an almost euphoric experience on its own. I can just imagine it. Walking into a huge room packed tight with gyrating bodies and deep breathing. Bright strobe lights illuminating dark corners, revealing things that are best kept hidden. Smoke machines hazing up the already unclear atmosphere, covering up the shady exchanges taking place all over the club. Snaking bodies, entwined with one another, intoxicating kisses and moan-inducing touches. Disco balls which cast mesmerizing spots over already groggy and glazed over dancers would make the experience even more exhilarating. . Wow. That would have been fun. That's the way I like it.

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Where are the Heros? Where are the Angels?

2005-03-27T12:03:00.000-08:00

For other reasons, Frou Frou said "Where are all the good men gone, and where are all the Gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight, upon a fiery steed?" To that I add, where are the Angels??
Everything is going wrong. Everything has been corrupted by us. Humans, ick. We molest, we euthanize, we bomb, we pillage, we sodomise, and we take. We have no shame, and do not care for one another. Something is definitely wrong.
Where are the Angels? Those guiding spirits, those silent whisperers that show us right from wrong. I feel blind without them. It is as though they have lost hope in mankind, lost hope that we will ever change and mend our ways. Can you blame them? I am scared. Scared that our own actions are slowly but surely sculpting our downfall. With every chisel in time, we are looming closer and closer to an end. An end that is inevitable.
I watched 'Spanglish' today with my family. It’s a movie about the cultural divide between Hispanics and Caucasians in America. In that movie, a Mexican mother tries to protect her daughter from the dangerous influence of the white community. Of course, she inevitably changes. The mother's conflict is this: If my child goes to a private white school, will she be odd or fit in. Which is worse? Being the odd one and having to face that for your whole life. Or fitting in and losing complete touch with one's own morals and values and culture. That is her dilemma. She brought her daughter to America with hopes of creating a better life for her than the one she created for herself. On the other hand, after living there, she realized that Americans’ have their own issues, perhaps not as taxing as hers, but issues nevertheless. What's the greater problem? Losing your life, or losing your values. What she does is simple; she leaves it to her daughter. She provides her daughter with enough knowledge to make the right decision and face the consequences with her mother by her side. At the end, after graduating from school with flying colors, she applies to Princeton. She tells them that although their acceptance means a lot to her, and getting accepted would be an honor, it would not define her. She is, and always will be, her mother's daughter before a Princeton graduate. Because that's the way her mother taught her. I think that's an Angel right there. Finally I found one. I felt relieved. Alas, the movie ended. I got up, but felt reassured for some reason. I turned to my right and saw an Angel. She asked me "Did you like the movie?" My reply, "I did, did you, Mom?" She smiled and nodded. For a split second, I heard the chisel fall.

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The Language of the Insane...

2005-03-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

With the free time that comes with Grade 13 comes a certain freeloader called insanity. It is due to this insanity that we end up doing some truely crazy-ass things. One such moment was when my friend Rawan and added words to traditional English to make ourselves unique. For instance, what used to be "man that is soo cool" has just become "ey, coolio". Also, "that is the coolest thing in the world" has become, "ey, ice." Moreover, "that person is ugly" has become "ey, paperbag." there are reasons behind each of these phrases. When expressing severe disgust or surprise, "AYAN!!" (pronounced with a soft, nasal n). Wanting to show that someone has done something extremely stupid or has been insulted by someone else the word of choice is "AFA..." For instance, if I were to ask someone out and then get rejected (for instance???) i would say "AFA on me..." This phrase is gramatically incorrect if the pronouns are not used to indicate who it is aimed at. When rhetorically asking whether something is true or not we say "Seeriaas???'" This is actually a very cool thing to say in South Africa, in case you ever go. When greeting each other, we refer to each other as "Stupid" or "idiot. For example, "hey stupid, how was your exam?" To which I would reply, "ey, coolio." You see. We are very bored. More on that in my next post. Now if you have actually read through the whole thing you should have understood that these are not hard and fast rules but mainly guidelines. The true expert is able to make something up on the spot yet get the message across. So dudes and dudettes, I'd better snap. That means I have to go. You see?

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God Vs. Devil

2005-03-16T03:42:00.000-08:00

In the deep, dark recesses or a morbid mind lives a little man. In each of us lives this man, in each of us breathes this man. He isn’t a myth, he isn’t superhuman, and he isn’t an enigma. He’s the reason we do what we do, act the way we do. He’s not black, but definitely not white. He’s above colour, he’s above race, he’s above money, and he’s above creed. He does not differentiate, he does not discriminate. He is impartial. He is unfair. He is omnipotent, he is never-faltering. He is all controlling, all creating. He affects everything we do, everything we think, everything we feel. He gives us the choice to pick the path we wish to take, to choose what we want to believe. He is within us all, and we hear him whisper in our ears every minute of every day. He is everything but nothing; he is everyone but no one.
Isn’t it funny that this description can be used to both God and the Devil? But the real question is: Which one did you think this applies to when you first read it? That’s what matters.

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Choices, choices...

2005-02-21T12:00:00.000-08:00

Whoever said that variety is the spice of life must have died of severe heart-burn. Where are the good ol' days where you had few decisions and life was smooth? Where are the days where there were only 10 channels on the TV and you had to hate something enough to get off your ass and change the damn thing using the knob on the TV! I have almost 500 channels on my TV, and we probably watch 6 of them. Nevertheless, my dad does enjoy flipping through the other 42 dozen channels. It's alright, he's growing old, he needs to practice for retirement...you know, hone his channel flipping skills. I dread that, growing old. Ick. Being old and useless while your kids complain about the burden you are. How depressing. I always tell my mom that I would never do that to them. If they were a burden, I wouldn't say a word, I'd just ship 'em off to the nearest retirement home. No, that's mean. I wouldn't. Maybe. No, I wouldn't. Although, I could. Maybe in Florida, or Pakistan, or Canada...so many choices. Argh, heart-burn.

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Journeys

2005-02-20T10:00:00.000-08:00

Yes yes yes...this is my second post this week and yes, it is very weird for me to do that. But hey, it felt nice writing yesterday, so I'm doing in again today. I was rummaging through my laptop and came across this little piece I had written some time back. Here's how it went:

I tell my friends that I'm not looking for anyone. I tell my friends that I'm not in search of anyone to complete me. I'm not lying. I don't belive that anyone can complete me...only I can complete me. I do, on the other hand, crave companionship. I crave those special moments one spends in someone's loving embrace, those minutes one spends holding hands or staring into another's eyes. That is what I crave...someone who compliments me, not completes me. But I'll be patient. I will wait my turn. I'm in no hurry to find that person. Or is that because I already have? A scary thought, one that has come across my mind more than once! Could it be possible that while on the train of life, I missed my stop because i was too lost in my thoughts?? I certainly hope not. So, I still buy the ticket, and I still board the train, and I will continue to do so until I've found that one person. The once person I am willing to get off the train forever for.
So what if I don't see the light, it doesn't mean I am not stumbling through the darkness looking for it. isn't it better to search for something and then bask in the glory of finding it than having it given to you wrapped in shiny paper?

The funny thing is, I wrote that so many months ago, but it still applies to everything. I'm still lonely, still wandering around looking for that special one, only this time, I'm a year older. I have nothing more to say...

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Return of the Waldo - Episode 1 - The Weekend

2004-11-19T10:19:00.000-08:00

On Wednesday, the 6th of October I had my TOEFL in Dubai. I left on Tuesday night from Abu Dhabi and decided to go clubbing. Unfortunately, I was unable to spend much time there as I had to get up quite early for my exam. So I returned home, starved for some good music and great tequilla. In the morning, I was dropped off to the TOEFL center by my uncles. I finished the 4 hour exam in 2.5 hours! It was as easy as farting. I just...let go. In the end I got a 287 / 300, so I was satisfied. In fact, I was damn proud of myself! That afternoon, I went for Gitex with my uncles, which was really nice. And even later, was the first of the parties that were planned for that weekend: the Dubai Dandiya! It was great! I arrived there first, followed by Romie, Nikita, Pranav(my very old family friend and Niki's new boyfriend) and my brother. After MUCH waiting, Amita madame finally decided to waltz in with Murtaza on her arm and a whole army of AUDians behind her. Leading the pack were Ishrat, Rekha and Priya. The latter two are nice people who I met for the first time, although I've heard quite a lot from Amita and Romie about them. So, that was nice.
On Thursday, the 7th of October I woke up early and had breakfast with my mom. Then we went shopping to the BurJuman extension. VERY NICE! Picked up this nice shirt from Saks Fifth Avenue. When my dad returned from work, we went phone shopping for me. Unfortunately, I wasn't unable to get the Sony Ericsson phone I wanted because it was for Dhs. 3000. Yes, only 2000 dirhams over my budget. So I got the Nokia 7610 instead. It's really nice!!! I then took the bus back to Abu Dhabi since my parents had to stay back longer to go for a dinner party. That was good, because that opened way for my grade 13 gathering and Rawan's friend's party. Unfortunately, the party was cancelled. So, we just had the gathering at Claire's house. Anyways, that was a night to remember. That was the night I got drunk for the VERY FIRST TIME!! It was not nice! For those of you who have no clue about drinking, here are the 3 cardinal rules:
1) Don't drink on an empty stomach.
2) Always have one person you know who isn't drinking, in case something goes wrong.
3) NEVER mix your drinks.
I, of course, mixed all my drinks, drank on an empty stomach and was surrounded by people drinking. I had a record-breaking 22 shots of Vodka. 2 glasses of wine. And the last, but not the least, a wine/whiskey/orange juice/vodka mix. In between all the alcohol, I was having too much pizza and chips. That was it. After that, everything was spinning, and I couldn't walk straight. I had to hitch a ride with my friend Verena's dad and when I reached my home I couldn't get the door open. Once I did, and reached my room I didn't know what to do. I would lie in my bed, stand up, sit on my chair, lie on the floor, lean against the cupboard and soo many attempts at getting comfortable. It was really bad. Eventually I went to the bathroom and sat on the floor. And then, it happened. I puked like never before. I decided to puke in my tub because it would be easier to clean up. It was really disgusting. There was a river of puke in my tub. It was flowing like the Nile! And all I could see were bits of mucasy tomato and capsicum. Yuck. But, I must say, I felt much, much better. I returned to my room, and fell to my bed. I finally changed my clothes and tucked myself into bed. The only thing I felt sorry for was my cat, Phoebe. She was just looking at me the whole time. I swear, at one point, I'm sure I heard her say "What a LOSER!" Must be all that alcohol.
On Friday, the 8th of October I woke up reallly late and had a late lunch. At lunch, I get the great news that my brother was pick-pocketed in Dubai while at a Dandiya party on Thursday. Along with the money and his stuff, our dandiya tickets for Friday were also stolen. So now, I was in a dilemma. I really wanted to go, but I didn't have the guts to tell my dad (who had just spent Dhs. 250 on dandiya tickets) that I needed another Dhs 100. Eventually, my mom gave it to me and I got them arranged for by Amita and her Geetu Aunty (LIFESAVERS!). Well, that was really nice too. Priya and Rekha came from Dubai, so that was fun. My mom came too, but didn't dance! Which bummed me out. So that's it. That was my magical weekend!
For pics goto photos.yahoo.com/waleedhafeez

Time to PARTY!!

2004-10-05T17:00:00.000-07:00

Due to the my excessive begging, my friends have decided to throw a party. Yea for me. Since this godforsaken 'year' started, I've begging my fellow losers in grade 13 to live life a smidge more than what is required to be classified breathing. Thank the lord that nagging is my forte. So this weekend, we are hosting what we call a gathering. Notice, it's not called a party. Grade 13 don't party, we gather (like deer in a forest). So, we are gathering at Claire's house. Those of you who don't know Claire don't need to know her, those who do already know her. So there. Well, now for the questions:
1) How is school?
2) How is life?
3) Blah, Blah, Blah?

Let us address them one at a time. School is fine. Though I am miserably failing Calculus, I've learned that not giving a rat's shitty ass really makes you feel good. Though Statistics and Business are going relatively well, once again, I've noticed the rat and his messy behind are missing from my mind. Other than that, school is chirpy. Finally got my gatepass, though I had to make some minor alterations to it myself, but whatever. So I leave when I don't have classes and dream that I didn't when I do. Isn't that nice? I long for a long weekend; one where each day is ended by a fanastic party and proceeded by one too. My request has been heard. Follow on...
As for the last question, life is good. Life is OK. I wouldn't like to seem overly sentimental and say that I still miss my friends, but I will. I'm a sentimental guy. But, obviously, one has to move on, and I feel I have really moved on. Waiting to see them in December. As I've told them, I will drag them out of a lecture even if it is only to get a nice long hug from them! I will...I'm warning you! But of course, this weekend will be really fun. It's going to be great. Proceed to the question 3 for details. And lastly, question number three. Blah blahs. (for those who do not know what blah blahs are, please read my previos entry.) I know you are all wondering what this weekend entails. Well, tomorrow (Wednesday) I have my TOEFL. I've been told that it is very easy. So that shouldn't be too much of a hassle. So, I am leaving for Dubai tonight. Tomorrow morning I will do my exam and then visit Gitex. Then, at night. It's party time! Dandiya at India Club with DJ Akbar Sami!! That will be a blast. And the best thing is that Romie, Niki and Amita will be there with me! We are all so bored out of our minds that we are literally crazy about this night! Anyways, I will tell you about that afterwards, and post pictures as well. I return to Abu Dhabi on Thursday morning and will go for a good breakfast with my parents and brother. Then in the early evening is our gathering. That should be fun. And later that evening, Rawan and I are going for a massive party at Gulf Hotel. This party was actually scheduled for last weekend in Umm Al Quwaain, but was postponed for this weekend in Abu Dhabi. That party should go on into the wee morning, after which I will return home exhausted and most probably drunk out of my mind. When I wake up, it will be Friday. I will definately get up quite late into the day, perhaps at 2:30 or 3:00. Then I will relax for a while with my family, and then start preparing for the Indian Ladies Association organised Dandiya party. Once again I will be joined by my friends Romie and Amita and Niki and many of Choueifat's desi population. Eventful, yes? Hence the excitement. Other blah blahs include a very humourous haircut with a Lebanese hairdresser who communicates with hair and a drunk, horny, gay local making out with a mallu liftman in the Al-Mariah cinema elevator. Both of them will be explained on request. Want the full story, post a comment. Well, that's about it. I'm sure there will be a post very soon with pictures, no less.

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1 Month and 3 Days

2004-09-27T23:38:00.000-07:00

Don't blame me. I've really tried to update my stupid blog, but it takes to much time. Anyway, after a short delay, I am back on track (until the next delay!) So, the usual questions arise. How is school? How is life? What is up? Blah, blah, blah. Firstly, school is good; great in fact. I've finally made some new good friends. By that, I don't mean I've befriends complete strangers, mainly people I've never gotten past a casual 'Hello' with. Now, we hang out on weekends, hang out at school and have fun. Now for the second question, I will say that life is fantastic. Although, I am only just beginning to get the departure of all my friends, I feel that I am in a much better position then before. Life is finally beginning to fall into place, and days are not passing by with me drowning in infinite nostalgia (as was the case earlier...) Nevertheless, I do miss them. I miss them more than anything else I've lost in my life. But I'm happy for them. Now for the Blah Blahs. The Blah Blahs, in lament terms, are those existential experiences that occur on a day-to-day basis. The most significant Blah Blah at the moment was "Angels in America." A wondrous new movie that I discovered after it won close to 11 Emmys. It's brilliant. It's provocative, it's controversial, it's what I enjoy in life. It questions everything we believe blindly, and prompts you to raise doubts at those issues that we trust in blindly. It pushes us to reach newer heights and experience the euphoria of self-realisation. I don't want to bore you with the details of this show, unless you want them, in which case, please email me. Apart from that, everything is like clockwork. What more can I ask for?!

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The Day That Wouldn't End

2004-08-24T09:13:00.000-07:00

As the title suggests, today was a relatively long day. One that started at 8:30 the bookstore and ended at 5:00 at the bookstore. It was a day with many ups and downs, the main up being me getting a compliment from a satisfied customer, and the significant down being me getting involved in a fight with the Bookstore staff and a student. My whole day today revolved around the bookstore and the work that goes on there. I met some old friends like James and Hussam, and got to know some other people more. Overall, it was a great day and one where I learnt a lot. At the moment I practically falling asleep on my keyboard. Anyways, must go rest my eyes.

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Tale of 5 Kitties

2004-08-22T11:17:00.000-07:00

Isn't it fun when you return home after a long vacation and you and your trip seem to be the only topic of discussion within the household. And isn't it funnier when you have to repeat the story of how you got stopped from crossing the American border a million times? Wait, no, that's just annoying. As you may have realised from the former sentence that I've had quite an...interesting (for the lack of a better word....) trip. But, I wont lie, it was worth it. I realised that Canada is a better and safer choice. Of course, I will stop by my favorite city in the World (New York) every now and then. Let's just hope I don't get arrested for being Paki. By now, you, dear reader, must be wondering what the title of this post means. You will be glad to know that when I returned home after a month abroad, I was greeted by a number of humans and a number of felines. Though the number of humans had remained unchanged, the number of felines had doubled (thanks to 1 horny male cat and 1 overly fertile female!). So from 3 when I left, we now had 6 when I returned. Unfortunately, one of the kittens had an accident and didn't survive (RIP Tara), so that brought the number down to 5. You will also be glad to know that I have been given the coveted position of Head of the Student Life Organisation in Abu Dhabi. A huge accomplishment for me. Thanks to working my butt off on the Yearbook. Anyways...that's it.

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My First Time

2004-06-24T13:33:00.000-07:00

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I have never before heard of this wondrous thing called a BLOG. I know, some will think "What???? How is that possible...?? but, that is all in past. As of now, I promise to update this whenever something eventful happens. As of now, life's pretty much all about my upcoming trip to the States and Canada. Truthfully, I'd be lying if I said I weren't a tad apprehensive about it. After all, the furthest I've travelled anywhere on my own was Pakistan. But I have promised myself that I will get through this alive and come back that much more experienced. Truth be told, I have ulterior motives than just visiting universities and making up my mind about where to go...I, Waleed Hafeez, aspire to get completely and absolutely shit-faced. That, in lament-terms, means drunk. So, yes, I am looking forward to that. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have some alone time...you see, I have much to think over! Other than that, in the words of a certain someone, life is peachy! I think that's it for now...let's see how this works out.

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