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Blessing in disguise

The office being taken away from me was a good thing since now I'm sitting between Arbab bhai and Fahad bhai and I'm learning lots more than I was before.

Life iz gewd.

Sukoon barbaad hogaya mera

My day is going bad. Not in a bad things are happening way, but in an I-didn't-expect-this-to-happen way. Some days you're just longing for the comfort of familiarity and life decides to shift into ultra bitch mode.

Remember that awesome little office I had all to myself? Yeah, it's gone. I shouldn't be pissed since I knew it was going to be taken away from me sooner or later but with it came a lot of comforts which sadly I'll be giving up. Or. Have already given up.

I had to vacate it for the new GM Marketing. Which is awesome because, you know. It's awesome just in case he's reading this.

My secluded little corner offered me enough privacy to sip on orange juice all day. It gave me enough privacy to twitter away. It gave me enough privacy to plug in my earphones to the computer and listen to 'Kollaveri Di' without anyone judging me.

I'm reduced to an office chair and a shared PC with Arbab bhai now. He's nice enough to let me use his system which is awesome. Also, he's nice to me over all, which makes this transition easier. I think.

The IT department blocked Wifi to all of our mobile devices. Since my android is pretty useless without the internet, I carried my little worldcall router in my bag everyday and plugged it in without anyone (except a few people) knowing about it. I had to give the device to a coworker so that he connect it since I have been stripped off all sockets that were available to me -__-

AND. I dressed professionally to work every. Single. Frikkin. Day. Collared shirts and pants. I thought today, to welcome the winter, I should dress up in my smexy sweatshirt. After all, I had made enough of an impression on everyone there right? NO.

The GM Marketing has to start work on the day I'm wearing a grey comfy shirt which proudly flashes the words 'I'm too sexy for my sweatshirt' on it.

Anyways. I'm done ranting. Kal pehen lungi achay professional kapray.

P.S. He smells really good. The GM. And talks well too. Two signs of an educated person. Smell good and talk good. I'm doing a character assassination of my new boss. How kewlz. No homo sir. No homo. Just a bit of makhan, maybe. IF you ever read this.

KTHXBYE

Abdullah's toy soldier



My seven year old brother made this toy soldier entirely out of styrofoam and common pins. I'm putting these up so that he can someday look back through the archives of my blog and know what an incredibly smart kid he was.






Abdullah, you did this without any help from anyone. So if you're ever down, or think that you can't make it through anything, just remember. You're pretty much the smartest kid in our family. And I love you. And you WILL be successful.

:-*

Oh hallo thar December

The first day of the last month of the most interesting year I've had in my life.

It's going pretty shitty btw. Even when I downed a bottle of Starbucks' frappuccino before going to work.

Isn't it interesting that I drink extremely expensive coffee but travel in a rikshaw to work? That too a really effed up Rikshaw that used a plastic bottle in substitute for a petrol tank?

I would have made it to work faster if I walked.


I hate it when people leave. It's a coworker's last day at the office today and this sucks. I barely know him since like, two weeks. I hate getting all emo about everything.

Or maybe I'm just PMSing really bad. Whatever, go away now. Shoo.

At my fingertips...





And sometimes, it hits me out of nowhere, this sense of overwhelming joy and accomplishment and I get excited, hopeful and ready to face the future. And once again, the world feels like my stage, and everything around me like a play just waiting to begin.


Self-Portrait in Front of You- Yumoo Komal Ashfaq

In her eye you will
Find no reply,
No voice to say hi.

In her hair you will find
Light air
Through the strands.

Her hands
have scars

Her mind filled with stars
And planets. And thoughts
Sentences and dots
To forgotten words.

Butterflies and birds
On her dress
“I confess-“

She begins
And stops.
Her gaze drops.
She does not
Know what you thought.

Slight fear
Of being near.
Of touch
Saying too much.
Of the gaze
Holding praise
And scorn
Both.



-Yumoo Komal Ashfaq

The adventures of the bara note

The bara note was resting lazily in the mysterious labyrinth inside an ATM machine. It was dozing peacefully, pretentiously aware of the power and influence of it's existence. Suddenly, the mechanical spins and clicks alarmed the note of the beginning of the next adventure it would face.

Outside the ATM, a silly girl had accidentally hit the 20K on the touch pad instead of the 2k she needed. As she realized her mistake, three baray notes with five slightly chotay notes were pushed smoothly so towards her. Exasperated at her mistake, she tucked the money inside her designer bag and mentally planned out when she would have to visit her bank to deposit all this money that she didn't need at this time.

Weeks went by. The bara note did not see any sunlight. It just experienced a mild gust of chilly winter air whenever the bag was opened. It could smell clothes and shoes nearby. But the silly (now slightly cruel) girl would not spend it!

Finally, the note saw daylight. It could smell chocolate in the air. Yay. It loved chocolate. It didn't love people who touched it with chocolate covered hands though. That was disgusting. It was handed over to the cashier at Pie in the Sky.

The note felt purple neon lights blinding it. What was happening? What? The cashier was saying it wasn't real. How absurd. The note thought. Of course I'm real. The silly girl was defending it bravely, stating over and over that she had received it from an ATM machine and that it could definitely not be fake. The silly (now brave) girl snatched it back from the cashier and started to exit the bakery. But then she turned around. The cashier was saying something. She deposited the bara note back into her bag and withdrew a shiny green card. She would have to get the note checked at the bank later.

The bara note went back into its lazy slumber, but this time it had a more modest air about itself. There was something more powerful and influential in town.

The Morning Show and the Boss again

MA's bff Rj Rafia Najam was on the morning show at Hum TV today. I went to the studio to meet her and met Navin too. Yeap, Navin from Hamsafar. I love Hamsafar. And I love Navin. Dammit. I should've gotten a picture with her. Me and mah ego. *Insert two choices from PTABannedList here*

Getting back to Rafia. She looked pretty hot and supermodel-ly. And she was nice too.

Speaking of nice. My boss properly introduced himself to me today. Yes. The same one. I managed to not pee in mah pants while this whole introductory conversation went down. It was cool I think. I remembered everything I've learnt in the past week and explained it to him quite efficiently. I think. A huge thanks to Arbab bhai and Sana here. My co workers who've been helping me learn things. ^_^



The boss, the burger and the baby

My boss is really scary. I think I've said that earlier. But still. He must be acknowledged in every work related post. He is, very scary indeed. Think Rufus Scrimgeour. He fired someone today. The office was filled with a grim silence, occasionally broken by casual humour related to the incident. It's true. Humour is the best solace. And shield.

I brought a very healthy lunch to the office today. Brown bread sandwich with pastrami chicken slices and a hint of mustard. Yum, no? NO. These guys were ordering burgers and I got... lured in. It's sad because my diet's been going pretty well. I looked decently professional in my work pants and blouse today. Must not become a land whale. Have to resist the enchantingly powerful seduction of ze beef burgher.

Lastly, the baby. Hassam. He's the son of a co worker who works in the journalism department here. Mashallah, he's the cutest and most well behaved kid I've seen. (Except that one kid who was riding with us on the greyhound from Ohio to Pennsylvania. That kid didn't cry even once.) It's amazing to see how this kid was born here, and is spending his most crucial development days here too. I realized this when today, for the very first time, he tried to sit up all my himself and everyone including the mother exclaimed with joy.

This kid is really lucky. Not only does he have superwoman as his mother, but a loving virtual family of professionals who care for him like their own. :')

Toxic

The glee version of this song is now my ringtone. Go ahead. Judge me. Karo karo, mana nai karungi. Jitna judge karna hai karo.

This act of boldness has been inspired by my boss. He has the instrumental version of Chammak Challo as his ringtone. Really brings some zing into the office, it does. Makes me want to abandon work and start doing the double light bulb screw move.

Don't be fooled though. He's really effing intimidating. I'm really scared of him. He likes ripping people apart. Does it very efficiently. If he ever does it to me, I'll probably pee in mah pantz. No, I might actually do that with a single murderous stare. Hmm. I think I need to go pee now.

Either that or icecream. I want icecream.

Oh look. Another conspiracy theory. -__-




A devil eyed Tribune with David's Star as it's mouth. 
So badass it hurts.


I’m torn between two extreme emotions as I go through the ‘official’ Facebook page against The Express Tribune. Hysterical lulz and desolate disappointment. Both as powerful as the other.
The page claims to be waging a war against ‘the secular terrorism of Express Tribune’. What’s amazing is that they prove every point the Tribune is trying to highlight that is wrong with the Pakistani society today.

These people fail to see how ET highlights issues and brings facts to the table. It’s called reporting and frankly, I think that’s pretty much what a newspaper is supposed to do. What ever is inferred by the readership does not represent the organization.

The ‘blogs’ section of the ET website has been targeted the most. Blogs are widely read and appreciated. Not because of the ‘anti Islamic’ content but because they provide material from the people, to the people. They serve as a healthy discussion forum in which the interchange of ideas helps change opinions for a better intellectually equipped community.

Controversial topics such as gay rights, prostitution and the likes are simply brought forth. It’s the right of the average Pakistani to be aware of what exists in the society. What opinions he holds about the topic and what he chooses to do is his decision.

If the admins of the page had any objection to what was being expressed, they should have done the following.

  1. Read and understood the following disclaimer: The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.

  2. Left a comment stating their stance on the issue.

  1. Wrote a counter blog post about the issue and sent it in to blog@tribune.com.pk

It would have been much more productive and effective. ‘Jew TV’, ‘DJews’ and the seemingly LGBT pro symbol of HumTV is old news. The ‘Sexpress Tribune’ seems to be the latest rallying point for the saviours of the Islamic Republic. Intricately crafted conspiracy theories, misunderstood inferences and obviously, their most important weapon ‘hate’ is what they’re using to rally up supporters for their campaign. Oh and they’re using ‘Facebook’ for their campaign which is a Jewish website. Good going bros.

Sadly, they don’t understand the satirical nature of the blogs. It’s a language tool. It’s called post ironic humour. It helps bring a topic into view using obnoxious exaggeration. The point is to get you thinking. Not to lead you astray.

I’m disappointed that these people think Islam is this vulnerable. Believe me guys, an ‘eye’ symbol can not hurt Islam or its followers. But the abusive words you’ve used against the people you’re targeting surely can. Since you’re too busy running around in circles of rage inside your box of a brain, you’ve forgotten the Islamic etiquette of respectful discourse.

I was pleased to see that some readers did have the intellect required to research the links and ‘evidence’ posted on their wall. The comments that asked these guys to lighten up made me smile. At least someone paid attention in comprehension class.

I commented about my views on their wall. They removed my comment. Hence, I’m forced to write this blog post. This is important for me you see. I’ve written for the ET blogs and I intern at HumTV. According to them, I must be a Zionist lesbian. Which I’m not. 



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Here's the link to the facebook page.


https://www.facebook.com/ExposingExpressTribune

At HumTV

AtSecond day of work. Things go from crazy wild to drastically boring in under five minutes here. It's interesting.

The people here are really friendly and helpful. I can see that they're really busy and engrossed in their work but they still take out the time to explain things to me as they go. One of my co workers gave me half of his desk yesterday. That was sweet :)

Today, I cleaned up this old desk in the other room, plugged in the computer and made it my very own room. Ironic isn't it? I have the lowest designation and the biggest room ^_^

I'm doing all these 'officy' things now. Like drinking afternoon tea and not watching porn on the office computer.


Speaking of which, I found MILF porn in one of the folders on this PC. Wait, is that TMI? Can that get me fired? O__O

Changed domain name!

sychh.blogspot.com is now www.thepretense.org

this is the only thing I have to say in this post.

KTHXBYE

Oh, and here's a lady gaga+harry potter picture for you. Just because I like you so much.


Second article! ^^

YAYAYAYAYAYAYYY.


http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/7893/real-life-lessons-how-to-drive-away-rishtas/

The silent spectator

The most frustrating moments in life are when you are left helpless. Not because you are weak or incapable. But because you are not at the right place, at the right time to do something about the situation which is irking you.

You want to give everything you have, everything you possess and everything you are, just to make it all okay. Because no matter what, this little dilemma bothering you will not let you sleep at night. It won't go away like all the other times you've been the silent spectator witnessing someone else's suffering. It will engulf your every second in a faint, nudging sort of ache.

You'll try to forget about it. You'll try to engage yourself in something you enjoy. You'll be completely and blissfully happy with your life. And yet, secret midnight tears will streak your pillow. Because you are helpless. And this time, the one suffering is one of your own.


A very delayed thanks

Dawson gave an award for my blog aaaages ago, and I just saw it. Apologies mdd. And a big warm fuzzy sweet thank you hug for you. <3


This is the award as displayed on her blog. :)

Conditions of accepting award:
1. Thank and put a link back to the person who so kindly gave this award.
2. Share a few things about yourself.
3. Pass the award onto some mighty fine bloggers.
4. Inform these mighty fine bloggers that they have received the award.

A few things about myself? 

1. I like looking at desserts. Just looking, not tasting. Okay maybe tasting, just one little bite. But never the whole thing. It's weird.
2. The two movies I was dying to watch in theaters, I could not. HP7 and POC4.
3. I've realized the sarcasm in my articles will give me the image of a hardcore new bitch-on-the-block. I mulled over the idea of abandoning them. And then I was like, choro. A bitchy public image would be an experience. Lettuce C how it works out.


Next- I have to award this award to some other bloggers? Okay. First I'd like to give it to Tazeen at Crimson Sky, just because she writes so well. Her words are flowy and beautiful, and will whisk you away to another place for a bit.

Second, I'd like to give it to haya zaidi at IFLIKYWETDTW. Hello Haya, I like stalking your blog. Sadly, you don't have any way on your blog through which I could tell you this.

So I guess I can give it to one more person? Okay.

Naskee at Improbable Letters. You're awesome boi.


Pass it on dearies. Thanks once again to Mdd for this <3

My first tribune blog

I got published in the tribune blogs. I feel so cool now. Did you know, Bilal Khan also writes for the Tribune blogs? That means I'm sort of in league with him na? Kind of? No?

Okay.jpg



Aanyways. I want you all to please read my article, and comment if you feel I did a good job. Or just troll me. Or bash me. Whatever you want.

Here's my article:

Shall I compare thee to an internet creep?

Chaand Raat Mubarak

The universe decided to give me this on Chaand Raat. How cool. B)


Yeap. I can access Pottermore now. ^_^

Hello everyone*. Guess who's back.

I plan on updating my blog as regularly as I used to before I went into the emogirl127 state. Here, have this awesome picture of me in a V mask as a comeback.




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*By everyone I mean my three readers. My mom, my best friend and myself.


I HAVE FOUND THEEEE PERFECT VERSION OF THE LAMBADA

In Upendi

There are some movies that really leave a very important mark on your life. You know, the ones that you watched over and over when you were a kid or a movie that just really spoke out to you or maybe even inspired you. For me, I have several of those. But topping the list would be Disney's 'The Lion King 2- Simba's Pride". No, it's not my favourite Disney movie, it just has a lot of importance.

Firstly, the movie was closure. For Mufasa's death of course. It's like. They could be happy even after Mufasa wasn't there. They could have a normal(?) and happy life. Life doesn't stop after someone important dies. And this was really important for me because subconsciously, I would always associate Mufasa's death with my own loss which had occurred at roughly the same time as when I had watched the king being crushed to death by those hoofs. (WHY? WHY GOD WHY?)



So. It was closure.

Secondly, this was the movie that made me realize I really liked to sing. And that I could sing. Pretty well. (I think? I hope?) All the songs were great but one that really struck my vocal chords attention was 'We are one'. I used to LOVE singing that song.

And lastly. Upendi. The most magical place in the world. What seemed like the funnest place to be. I really wanted to find it and go to this place. For realz. I'm not even kidding. I dissected the lyrics to locate this place. First it said something about Mt. Kilimanjaro. Okay, no. Going THERE would be hard. But then I noticed it said that my heart would take me there. How stupid. I kept asking my heart over and over and it wouldn't take me to bloody Upendi. So then I gave up on it.






Silver Lining





I know your heart is breaking. The green and white paint on your face is probably messed up because of the sweat and if you're too dramatic, tears. It hurts doesn't it? Defeat. Well, I'm going to take you through the five stages of grief my fellow Pakistani cricket enthusiast.

Denial:

No. This is not happening. It's not possible. We're the best. We were doing so good. This isn't true. There must be something wrong here. THEY CHEATED. Yes. They've put their kaafir black magic spells on the pitch. Bas. Warna hum kaisay haar saktey hain bhei?

Anger:


Misbah and Younus. You bloody h*****s. And you Indians. You smelly cheating Indians. Let's rip out their intestines and feed them to the crows. We don't know exactly how you did it, but when we find out...*glares*

You better not sleep. Cause we're coming to get you.



Bargaining:

If we would have prayed more, maybe we would have won? Shit man, I should have recited 'Ya Fatahoo' like that forward msg said and sent it to all my friends. Shit. Oh God why? You should have kept it raining. We could have just flown to the finals. Why???

Depression:



Let the pain take over. Feel it fellow fan. Feel our loss. India will be in the final, might even win. We've lost. Yeap. I know it hurts.

Cry.

Let it all out.



Acceptance:

It's okay. It's just a game. I mean, we did do great throughout the world cup. So what if we lost now. We were in the top 4! That's pretty good. We beat the Aussies! That's gotta mean something. And we did have some good moments in today's match.

Afridi is still as cute as anything. Pakola still tastes great.

Hey. Let's celebrate anyways, and show them we don't care about their 'world cup'. We still support our men in green. Let's greet them with smiles because let's face it.

We're still better looking.


*Puts on shades* Deal with it.

Yeap it's New York.

I got off Penn Station today on 7th Avenue only to be stopped by an African American homeless guy. Generally, I ignore them as they scare the shit out of me. But this guy actually cheered me up. Seriously, he was extremely funny. And a little crazy. Anyhoo. He said that 'our' women are the most beautiful in the world. He also said that even though he's an ugly guy but he's still the most beautiful guy in the world since he's a New Yorker. Then he apologized for being high. Ha.

Another eventful scene you ask? Okay. A street dancing group. It was exciting. And entertaining. And really fun.

Also, the Hershey's store at Times Square. Pure chocolate heaven. <3

Just another magic moment

So yesterday night, I went out and explored NYC. I had originally planned on spending the night on the internetz, snuggled on the couch (yes, the people I'm staying with don't have a guest room, but I don't mind since the couch is really comfy), trolling and whatnot. But Shay, my new found friend was nice enough to volunteer to take me out for the night.

No, I'm not describing the whole night. Just the magic moment I won't forget for a long time. Okay, so. He was supposed to take me to Brooklyn Bridge to show me the skyline. But instead, he pumped up the car with some techno music and kept driving. I was curious as to where we were going, but I didn't really care. He said, "I'm waiting for the perfect moment" and I was about to ask "What for?" but just then song climaxed and he said "Look to your right now."

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It was the skyline of NYC, beautiful and breathtaking. The lights shimmering in all directions, the buildings majestically blending into the velvet black sky. Blending in and yet standing out. The Empire State building was the main attraction, I couldn't take my eyes off the tower perched in the midst of other spectacular structures. I couldn't say anything. I just sat there, savoring the moment, my mouth gaping at the splendor. Slowly, I let my mind wrap itself around the reality of the situation, and I managed to croak out a weak "It's beautiful."

Because that's what it was. Beautiful, and magic.

Hello from the States

Boston is beautiful. And the friends I made there are awesome. Good times, good times.

I'm in DC now, missing Boston and yet thrilled to be in the most powerful city in the world.


Oh and. I got an anon/guy fawkes mask. From Newbury Comics. Finally.


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Photo credit: SL

Last minute preparations

I don't like the few couple of days before travelling. So confusing. On one hand, I can't wait for the time to pass and on the other, I'm freaking out cause I have so much left to do. Sigh. It better be a good trip, or Ima an hero. x___x

Winners

1. Saj
2. Tazeen
3. Rahomie

Congratulashunzz guys, and thank you all for participating, your entries cracked me up! :)

Poor guy


Shopping.

Yeah, I got two huge overcoats today. They're really warm. Also, I know blog's slow right now but I'm saving up for the updates from Harvaaaaard.

I get tired of songs really quick. Like I listen to a song I like over and over and over and over (you get the point?) and then discard it. It just lays there in my playlist begging to be played but I ignore it. BUT these Imran Khan songs. What to do with my life? I just can't get over them. Even the most hard core Immy Kay fans are over him. (Read MA). But what doo. They still make me high.

The 'Visa Milgaya- Mithai Banto' give away

Hello there. I'm feeling generous. So. Here you go.




HUGE COCK!!!!





Amazing, isn't it?

People are nicer than they think

I was in the mood for some trolling yesterday, so I typed out this text message:

"PLEASE HELP ME I CANT TURN CAPSLOCK OFF ON MY FONE AND ALL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS HATE ME NOW BECAUSE THEY THINK IM SHOUTING AT THEM PLZZ HELP"

and sent it to 20 people. Only 3 got that I was kidding, and the rest actually tried to help me. Please keep in mind that most of these people consider themselves very...kamina. But in reality, they are extremely helpful people. Yeah guys, take your badassness and shove it down the toilet. You're all rainbows and butterflies. Ha. 



Oh and ILY guise. Esp Loner, who went on Google and searched for the solution.


Humanity does have hope ^_^

If you think you have it bad, check this out...

BED INTRUDER SONG!!!



I know this is old but still. The Gregory Brothers do a song about Antoine Dodson, SO HIDE YO KIDS HIDE YO WIFE HIDE YO HUSBAND.

WHATTTT? MY STAR SIGN HAS CHANGED?!

"First they take away Pluto, and now this."- S. Lone

Yeah, according to this article, the earth has shifted on it's axis and you are now a month behind your star sign.
Other articles also mention a 13th astrological sign called Ophiuchus. Check your new star here:

Capricorn: Jan. 20-Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16-March 11
Pisces: March 11-April 18
Aries: April 18-May 13
Taurus: May 13-June 21
Gemini: June 21-July 20
Cancer: July 20-Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10-Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16-Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30-Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23-29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29-Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17-Jan. 20


Meanwhile, another article negates this completely. 


So guise, AM I AN EFFING VIRGO OR A LEO? O__O

Too much winter.

Okay. Remember how in my last post I was all like, "woohoo I am like too kewlz for the winter" and all? Well guess what. Winter has turned full bitch mode on me. It's really bad. I'm in Lahore now btw, for CARMA '11. I got my visa just btw. I'll get to CARMA a little later, let me just update Islamabad in very brief sentences.

Met the most amazingly warm family ever, shout out to Wardah and Maha, awesome people you guys are. And your mom makes awesome food. Mm Mm. SS, I love you, had a lot of fun and well, nausea too but it was all part of the experience so, issallgood.

Okay moving on to CARMA '11. Shit scene hai yaar. Accomodation ka. No heaters here and ice cold water. I'm seriously considering shifting back to the place where I was staying before I checked in to LUMS. Dekhtey hain.

On the other hand, CARMA in itself is turning out to be a pretty great experience. Won't update much on that yet, since the competition is still going on but, I attended a workshop by Talat Hussain. Yeah, the guy I wrote about when my blog was in it's infancy. Kya baat hai. As MA would say, WAH JI WAH. Although she's not very wahjiwah at the moment. She thinks we're going to die because of the cold. Whattay death. Frozen on my laptop with blaaagger daat caam open.

Bus. I'm tired now. Bye.

P.S. Bilal Khan would've walked these LUMS ki streets sometime. WOOHOO. ^^

Islamabaad is like 2 kewlzz 4 me ^^

Me: (explaining the V process to Sai) "So we have to be really confident while giving the interview.."

Sai: (giggles) "HAAAA. HAAA. Did you see that?"

Me: "What?" =/

Sai: "I can see your breath." (giggles like the little squirrel she is)

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Hmm so the flight was pretty good. And safe. Alhamdulillah. I was hoping for a little turbulence, for teh dramaz but *sigh*.

Islamabad isn't as cold as I was told. All those topas and mufflers are being wasted. *stares pointedly at Mamma and Sheena*

All of you guys who wished me luck and a safe flight, you made me feel very loved. ^^ Thankyouu. :)

Oh and you, WB. I am keeping an eye on her. Do not worry ;)

P.S. We got free food on the plane. Duh, yes. But I feel like free food should be mentioned always, it's a special thing and makes me happy.

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On a last note, any Lahoriites out there who read my blog, what are the best places to visit there? I'm coming down there for Carma soonish.
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