Amna Muzzammil's awesome urdu counting

Me, after checking my infolinks account: AMMMNAAAAAA! Meiney unnees rupay kamaey hain! Just by blogging!! Merey apney unnees rupay!

Amna: Congrats! That's awesome.

Me: Nineteen Rupees!

Amna: Acha unnees nineteen hotey hain? I thought twenty eight hotey hain.

Me: =___=

Shoes, apples and being ambidextrous

This is going to be a very random post. There. You have been warned.

I really like these shoes, and I'm hoping to get something similar for eid. It's love. And you can't help yourself when it comes to love now can you. I am in love with these pink little angels. They will complete my existence. Uh. I'm being overly dramatic again aren't I? Meh. Take a look:

Such beauty :')

Coming down to apples. I love apples. They're so shiny and nicely shaped. And they taste just right. Not too sweet like grapes, and not too citrus-y like oranges. The perfect mixture of tangy and sweet, with that wonderful crunchy texture.

But I hate it when I pick up a red ripe apple to find those tiny holes that are but just a reminder that a worm has already conquered the piece of fruit as it's own. HA! it says. YOU LOSE. And then I have to cut the Apple up to make sure the worm still isn't inside and I hate cutting up apples. I like eating them whole. Wow. This is more random than I thought it would be.

Oh yeah, and I want to be ambidextrous. Because that way, I'll be able to apply perfect nail colour on both my hands.

I think that's enough of randomness for now.

Lyari's Akon

This video is going viral on facebook and I found it so amusing, I just had to repost it. It shows this guy in Lyari, Karachi singing Akon's 'I wanna make love right now'. The surprising part is this guy not only looks like Akon but actually sounds like him too. Whattay!

Remember guys, I do not own this video. Hope you had a good laugh! :)

I don't know how good the blogger video player is. So here's the external link:

Lyari's Akon

Gotta make me some greens!

Hello readers, this is to introduce to you the newest feature on my blog: Infolinks Advertising.

When you'll be reading a post, you'll see double underlined words in green which will lead to an advert if clicked. Please do. Click it I mean.

I'll get paid. And then I'll have food. Lots of food.

Thank you.

Happy birthday to me ^_^

Yay. I'm nineteen. Thanks to all who wished. It's good to know I matter to those who matter to me. :)

I won't be celebrating as I earlier proposed but that doesn't mean I'm not happy. I am. Happy. Haha I mean, c'mon I'll never turn nineteen again right? Yawn. It's so late. I probably won't be getting any sleep today. Anyways, yeah. Last year was great since I made really cool friends and came closer to my already existing ones. :)

Here's a shout out to the peeps I found last year!*

And thank you NAPA, DCW, JAAG, PFS and ADHESIVES for making the previous year a complete blast!

*I was listing you all but God, you guys are too many.

Alejandro, please just let me go.

Okay maybe I'm like really weird or inexperienced when it comes to matters of the heart but I've been thinking about some stuff that I just have to say.

Why does she love him? I mean no. Okay rephrase that. Why does she love him more than she loves her self respect? It's so annoying. Fine, I get it, she's hormonal and devoted and all that. But does she really have to spoil him like this? To make her existence so lowly in his eyes that he stops respecting her? Groveling before him, begging for the love that she deserves to get without asking.

That's just one person I'm talking about. But even in general, isn't love supposed to be a two way thing? Where both the partners share mutual feelings of respect and consideration and support for each other? And if this is not the case, then one should empower herself enough to draw that line, to say no to herself.

Yo, people. Know when to stop caring okay? I'm not saying stop loving. But if the other person is making fun of you in front of all his friends on facebook then dudette please. Just stop making it so public. It's a disgrace to feminity and all the beautiful things associated with it.

As Lady Gaga puts it:

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.
But I just can't be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

O__O

Okay yeah, so I had it coming. I mean look at the guy. He practically screams 'GAY'. But. Love is blind. Haye.

I was so in denial. But today (my sad sorry luck) I was checking out Perezhilton.com and naturally started stalking my love, Zachary Quinto (bad move) and I came across this.

My feelings have been crushed. I am scarred forever. Crying on the inside. Okay yeah maybe not.

But, it will take me some time to recover from this sharp blow that has tainted the image of Sylar in my head.

P.S. I still love you Zach ^^

If you EVAR want to switch to heterosexuality, I'm here for ya babe ;)

P.P.S. It's faiza's fault.

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Edit:

There are two possibilities of this being wrong:

1. Since he's a gay right's supporter, he was visiting the bar with Jesse, who is openly gay.**

2. Perez Hilton is making up this jabber, he doesn't even have a snapshot of Zach in the bar.

**Point taken from Wasey Farooqi.

Red or Purple?

Purple is my favourite colour. But recently, ever since my dear little girly friend Mano has introduced me to red nail colour, I am heavily confused.

It's so shiny, the red nail polish. And distracting. :\

It's turning my loyalties around. I need some purple love from my purple flashers* soon, or I'm afraid I'm going to have to switch allegiances.

*The purple flashers are a group of extraordinary girls who will someday rule the world.

Chawda Agust Resolutions List

Remember how I talked about having a resolutions list here? Better late than never.

Okay so I know these are some very basic things that we should do but sadly most of us don't. Let's hope we can learn from our past mistakes and revamp our future.

1. I won't litter.
2. I won't discriminate on the basis of cast, social status, religion or colour.
3. I'll be nice to people solely because they are humans, are God's creations and fellow Pakistanis.
4. My loyalty to my country will always come before my loyalty to my family and I, and after loyalty to my religion.
5. I won't critisize anything or anyone if I can't help make a change.
6. I will not spend money on going out and having iftaar. I will instead donate it to the flood victims.
7. I will request my friends to gift me cash this year on my birthday (26th Aug ^^) which I will donate to the flood victims.
8. I will craft my future keeping in mind not only my own benefits, but also my country's.
9. I will make intelligent and not emotional moves in order to serve my country. Enough 'feel good' activities. I will take practical steps to ensure a better Pakistan, one where I am safe and proud to bring my children up.
10. I will educate at the least one person on how they are important in bringing about a change, and hope for a chain reaction.

Lastly, I would like to thank the many people who inspire me everyday, by keeping alive the hope that our country will reach the top. The ones who work tirelessly and selflessly for its' betterment and who are such amazing Pakistanis, that they make me proud of being a Pakistani too. =]

Faisal Qureshi, Dr. Adeeb Rizvi and his team at SIUT, Bemisal Iqbal and the whole Jaag team, Ahsan Kidwai and his whole ASA team, Tehniat Aftab, Maliha Ali and countless more I meet everyday. I know you guys won't read this (esp Dr. Adeeb) but I just wanted to thank you for being your awesome selves, and please keep doing what you do, since you inspire so many others.

Hey, YOU.

Yes, you. Make up your bloody mind, you're confusing me. Please and thank you.

Ugly Duckling

This isn't mine, I read it somewhere on the internet.

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Growing up, you read the Ugly Duckling. And for years I believed that was me. For so long you taught me I was nothing more than a bad copy of the standard.

I couldn't run as fast or lift as much. I didn't make the same money and I cried too often. I grew up in a man's world where I didn't belong.

And when I couldn't be him, I wanted only to please him. I put on your make-up and wore your short skirts. I gave my life, my body, my dignity, for the cause of being pretty. I knew that no matter what I did, I was worthy only to the degree that I could please and be beautiful for my master. And so I spent my life on the cover of Cosmo and gave my body for you to sell.

I was a slave, but you taught me I was free. I was your object but you swore it was success. You taught me that my purpose in life was to be on display, to attract and be beautiful for men. You had me believe that my body was created to market your cars. And you raised me to think I was an ugly duckling.

But you lied.

Islam tells me I'm a swan. I'm different - it's meant to be that way. And my body, my soul, was created for something more.

Allah says in the Quran: "O mankind, We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know one another (not that you may despise each other). Verily, the most honoured of you in the sight of Allah is the one who is most righteous." (49:13)

So I am honoured. But it is not by my relationship to men. My value as a woman is not measured by the size of my waist or by the number of men who like me. My worth as a human being is measured on a higher scale : a scale of righteousness and piety. And my purpose in life, despite what the fashion magazines say, is something more sublime than just looking good for men.

And so Allah tells me to cover myself, to hide my beauty and to tell the world that I'm not here to please men with my body; I'm here to please Allah. Allah elevates the dignity of a woman's body by commanding that it be respected and covered, shown only to the deserving - only to the man I marry.

So those who wish to 'liberate' me, I have only one thing to say:
Thanks, but no thanks.

I'm not here to be on display. And my body is not for public consumption. I will not be reduced to an object, or a pair of legs to sell shoes. I'm a soul, a mind, a servant of Allah. My worth is defined by the beauty of my soul, my heart, my moral character. So, I won't worship your beauty standards, and I don't submit to your fashion sense. My submission is to something higher.

With my veil, I put my faith on display - rather than my beauty. My value as a human is defined by my relationship with Allah, not by my looks. So I cover the irrelevant. And when you look at me, you don't see a body. You view me only for what I am : a servant of my Creator.

So you see, as a Muslim woman, I've been liberated from a silent kind of bondage. I don't answer to the slaves of Allah on earth. I answer to their King.

It's Chawda Agust

August is here, the display pictures are turning green and once all the firing and violence is subdued I'm pretty sure the streets too will be painted all shades of green with the various flag-n-badge stalls.

When I was a kid, 14th August meant dressing in the sabz colour, singing patriotic songs and being induced with nostalgic feelings for the country.

omg pakistan rockssssssss sniff tear

Then one day, understanding set in and it dawned on me that Pakistan is not as invincible as I had thought in my childhood and that waving flags and singing songs will not change the position of the millions of inhabitants who are devoid of even the basic necessities of life. Hence started the second stage of my patriotism. The emo depression stage when I refused to sing songs and wave flags and spend my allowance on zabardast light waley badges. Instead, I welcomed chawda agust rather half heartedly.

Chawda Agust? Meh.

Go away I shall listen to firangi kachra and not be lured into your fake patrotic songs okayz?

And then. I stepped into the latest state of my mind. Sunnyville. Yes, hope and vigour and bahaha-I-will-make-a-change. I don't know how I got here. But I think it has to do something with my extremeties graph. The one which says that if you go a certain degree of lame, you shall turn cool. Similarly my life had hit rock bottom. No, no. It was looking up at rock bottom. Full emo scene awn. So very fucked up I was, dear readers, that I became invincible. Give me the shit dear universe, and I will turn it into shizz.

So, now. On the 14th of August. I will sing songs, spend a decent amount of money on flags, hopefully attend a few events and my own personal creation here: Make a resolutions list. Like new year.

I will write down achievable* goals for one year which aim at making Pakistan better and check next year if I succeeded or not. Fingers crossed.

I'll upload the list soonish.

Ciao. For now.

(*Achievable in my dictionary may mean something a little different than in yours. Example; Me meeting Johnny Depp someday is achievable. For me.)

Bliss

I heard somewhere that having a child fall asleep in your arms is the best feeling in the world. I experienced it today.

I was tired, and gloomy. Some of my own past mistakes were haunting me, some of the mistakes humanity was presently committing were making my head throb. I took some chai but sadly it made no difference to my headache.

And then, as I sat there staring despondently into nowhere, my little brother came to me and climbed up into my lap.

I don't know what it was. The warmth emanating from his minuscule figurine, the grasp of his tiny fingers around mine, or just the purity of his existence, that all my dejection was turned into hope.

It was one of those moments, of ordinary miracles, of everyday magic.

Thank you Abdul-Rehman, for curing me of my headache. :)