Thank You

Hey everyone! If you expected something creative from me today, sorry to disappoint you, because this blog will be mostly about random stuff, and you guys, however maybe the awards might grasp your attention...

Anyway, firstly, OMG 45 followers! Only 5 more to my first milestone! Wow. And in almost no time. I remember when I thought of blogging, and started it just for the fun of it, and I didn't care about what people thought, etc, but now, I WANT to entertain you guys, to give you something interesting to read, something funny sometimes, something serious sometimes because you guys are different; you CARE about what I have to say, and that makes me feel... well, it makes me feel quite excellent. Love you guys!



You know, many bloggers say that they're more open to their blogger friends than their real friends, and I agree. There are many things I have mentioned and blogged about here, many things I've shared. And the way I blog, the style of my writing/conveying my message is completely different to how I am with my friends. I mean, ofcourse, I'm still myself, but I guess everyone has a way of communicating to different kinds of people. Although when I speak to my closest friends, I speak in the same way I'd speak to each and every one of them.
You guys make me want to be creative, you guys motivate me to produce posts and create innovative ideas in my head, and that has helped me quite a LOT in my life too. And I've made a few couple of really cool friends through blogger too! I never really thought I'd ever feel truly happy after moving to Pakistan, but now I do. With things in my family working out, with me making new friends at my football club, and with you guys cheering me up with your amazing comments all the time, I've gotten much better. And all I can say is THANK YOU SO MUCH.


Anyway, I finally got my FIRST AWARD :D



Thank you SO much Furbee esvy! She blogs at The world inside my head.

And now, I shall pass these awards along to...


Hamza who blogs at Teenage Mutiny

I doubt you haven't heard of him, since he has like 120+ followers, but he's a great blogger who basically blogs about random stuff, but its extremely interesting, and sometimes quite funny. But ALWAYS entertaining and interesting. Be sure to check him out :D

Furree who blogs at Furree Katt

You probably know her, so yeah. Since she has like 320+ followers!

Vice Versa who blogs at Cryptic Crap

Shes an awesome blogger who's Paint Skillz are magnificent. Seriously, check it out. Plus, her posts are LONG, which I like, and they're the long kind which remain interesting. Quite rare, I tell you.

Aaishah who blogs at Typing To The Beat Of My Heart

Shes a very sincere blogger who blogs about herself, its quite interesting. Do check it out.

Anyway, thats all for the awards. I'm probably going on another family picnic tomorrow, but its not going to be as bad at the one before, because its actually at a FARMHOUSE WITH AC. Plus, my cool cousins will be there :D I shall probably blog about that, if it turns out to be interesting.

I iz NO satisfied :(

As you can see by the frustration on the title of this post, I can't think straight. Or couldn't think straight at the time.

Yesterday, I woke up at around two-thirty pm. Pretty late, I know. I went downstairs to have some food, but my parents didn't end up being home. Now remember, yesterday was 'Shabe-baraat' which is a special day for us Muslims; its when our future income/food etc is decided by God for the following year. On this day, we pray a lot, and have 'Halwa' which is a really nice sweet dish.

Anyway, my parents weren't home, so I decided to have breakfast at two-thirty pm instead, and continued watching TV and being lazy with my daily routine. My parents ended up getting home at five pm, and at the time, I was exorbitantly hungry. I complained to them that I had nothing to eat; NOTHING. All they said now was to wait till dinner. I accepted. I knew it was 'Shabe-Baraat' so there would be something intriguing on the menu tonight.

I WANTZ FOOD.

And mind you, I am a person with a HUGE appetite. Dont really know where it all goes, but I eat like a cow bull. So anyway, I waited patiently, and at six-thirty pm, my stomach felt like it was going to shrink to nothingness. At that time, we had to go to the graveyard to visit my grandfather's grave, and then to the mosque to pray Maghrib, which we did. After Maghrib, we prayed to God for our future, and then, it was FINALLY FOOD TIME. At this point, I was the epitome of hunger.

WE WANT FOOD. WE WANT FOOD. It was just me but... you get the point.

So, finally, when I sat on the table, thinking that I would see something like this:









I see this instead:






Uh...


















At that point, I was so hungry, I could eat anything. Even Paalak (Spinach), which I HATE. I never eat vegetables except for cucumbers, carrots, Lady Fingers and potatoes. Besides the fantastic four, I dont eat ANY vegetables. Especially spinach... and I dont like qeema either.

I had the food, my hunger was over, but I WAS NOT SATISFIED. It was like having warm water. Your water needs are fulfilled and your thirst is quenched, sort of, but you dont feel satisfied at ALL D:

Now, look at the irony. I'm fasting today.

This ever happen to any of you? Let me know in the comments :)

My Most Fatal Injury

I was reading some random blogs a while back, and I came across this post about the most fatal injury of your life. So, I decided to blog about mine too.

It was quite a few years back, I was around eleven I think, or twelve maybe. Nevertheless, I was in South Africa, for vacations. The place is REALLY beautiful, and its a LOT of fun to go there for a holiday. The people are really nice and friendly, and the weather is really good, since summer there is in OUR winter, and winter is in OUR summer. So, in May/June/July, its WINTER. Isn't that awesome?

Beautiful, isn't it?

Anyway, back then, and even now, I loved Quad Bikes. If you dont know what a Quad Bike is, its something like this:

Awesome, isn't it?

So anyway, I wanted to ride this on a resort, it was basically in the middle of the forest, meant for safaris. And these Quads aren't meant for grass, they're meant for sand and the dunes. Like, you CAN ride 'em on grass, but then you've got to be careful.
So, I got on it, and started driving. Ofcourse, if you dont go fast, then whats the fun? So, I drove faster and faster and faster...
I heard my mom scream, "Asif! Slow down!"

But, I just ignored, and just went on. I made a sharp turn, and then everything went black.

The next time I regained consciousness, was when a South African ranger was carrying me to his jeep, and we were driving back to the resort. Bear in mind, that this was in the middle of a FOREST. So only the first aid was present, a hospital was miles away. And then, I was unconscious again.

Soon, or I dont know when, I was conscious on a bed, in the resort's clinic, and I could see my mom, my dad, and my brother, looking really worried. I asked them what happened and where I was, which scared them more, specifically my mother, because she thought I had lost my memory. And for a second, I really couldn't remember where  I was and what happened to me. I guess it was because I was emphatically bewildered.
A few minutes after that, I started remembering that I was in South Africa, and the last memory conscious memory I had was me on a Quad Bike...
So, then I asked if I was in an accident, and my mom said yes, and she said not to worry because apparently no bones were broken! Thank God for that. But, it wasn't like I wasn't injured.
I had severe pain on the side and back of my head, on my ribs, my shoulder and basically the entire right side of my body. When I asked my mom what had happened to me, she explained that I took SUCH a sharp turn, the Quad flipped sideways, throwing me off. She said I was airborne for a few seconds, and when I hit the ground, my head directly hit a large rock, and the Quad fell on me, bounced, and fell on me AGAIN. Harsh, isn't it? Haha, but fortunately, I was all right.
My injuries? Well, I had blood patches all over my head, it was all soggy. Plus, the right side of my body was completely bruised, especially my knee, shoulder and my ribs. I was vomiting all over the place because of the pain, and remember, I was only eleven. I had a pain killer injection taken, AND an anti-nausea injection taken.

But anyway, thank God, since it could have been much worse, I was fine in just a matter of a few weeks. AND, it didn't have any affect on my confidence. A few weeks later, after I was all right, I was up again, riding these enjoying Quad Bikes. But ofcourse, with more caution.

So anyway, I'd like to know about your worst injury! Blog about it, if you'd like, and let me know!

Btw, on a lighter note, have any of you heard of the new Social Networking website, Google+?






 Its pretty cool, sort of like Facebook. I really think it could be big. If any of you need an invite, type your emails in the comments and I'll send you all invites! And we could be super best friends there. Yeah, I'm lame.

Guess Who's Back? :D

Hey everyone! To start off, im really sorry that I haven't posted in so many days, its been almost two weeks. I was having what I call, 'Blogger's Block'. Ofcourse, most of you can assume that its just the same as a 'Writer's Block', except with blogs. AND, I've got a few relatives here, so I've been quite busy lately!
BUT IM BACK. Sort of. I still have blogger's block. But I thought I should at least UPDATE my blog.

So, anyway, how've you guys been? Recently I've had my grandmother (Nani) over at my house, all the way from Dubai! So its been fun lately. Plus, some of my friends are going to be in Karachi in just a FEW DAYS! Eeeeeh. *Jumps out the window*

I cant wait.

Anyway, speaking of impatience, I CANT WAIT TILL I GET A NEW PlayStaion 3! Aaaah. Ive had an old, 60GB Model, for four years! It stopped working last year, and its been like that since :( It got the infamous, 'Yellow Light Of Death', which is when your motherboard malfunctions.

But soon, I'm probably getting a 160 or 120 GB Slim PS3 pretty soon. CANT WAIT.

Badass.

Anyway, a few days back, I had to go on this LAME family picnic trip thing, where some of my cousins DID come, but the oldest one was twelve. TWELVE -__- IM SEVENTEEN. The boredom I experienced during that trip was like no other.
We were going to a place called 'Keenjhar Lake' for a picnic. It was WAY past Gharo and Thatta, which are basically areas in Sindh. So, just the drive was for 2 hours and 30 minutes, approximately. So, I wasted 5 hours of my life in a car. Sitting down. Listening to the same music over and over and over...



Yes, that is EXACTLY how I was feeling. Irritated. Annoyed. Disturbed. Frustrated. Bored. Uncomfortable. Numb. Fatigued. And ALL of that was pointless and worthless.

Anyway, I say it was pointless and worthless was because when we arrived to the so called, 'Keenjhar Lake',   all we did was have lunch, and go on a LAME boat ride on that lake. THEN WE WENT HOME. WHAT THE FUCK? I mean, you drive ALL day just for that? Dude. I can go on a boat ride on SEAVIEW. Close to where I live. WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT KEENJHAR LAKE? Anyway, my lame side of the family planned it. And I apparently HAD to go, or they'd be offended. Yeah, they're weird like that.

This is Keenjhar Lake

Oh, and it may look really interesting and intriguing, but it was SO hot that day, that nothing was fun. Not even having TANDOORI CHICKEN. IMAGINE. Gah.

Anyway, I shall blog very soon, again caz IM BACK!
Oh, it feels SO good to blog again...

Ciao.

Not Good Enough? I Dont Think So

When was the last time someone told you you're not good enough? When was the last time someone said they didn't like you because you're just not likable?
If you haven't been told that yet, well, excellent, but when was the last time you thought to yourself that you weren't good enough? Everyone has probably thought so, at some point in their lives.
I know how it feels like. It makes you feel empty inside. It makes you feel worthless, useless, hopeless. It makes you feel dumb, alienated and tense. I've thought so too. Think to yourself though, was it worth it? Was simply presuming and concluding that you're not 'good enough' worth all the stress? Of course, the obvious answer is no. It wasn't.

You ARE good enough. You ARE likable. No matter who you are.

Everyone in this world is imperfect. Its a fact. So, if you're looking for perfection, stop, because thats a never ending quest. I may sound ridiculous when I say this, but NO ONE is simply 'Not good enough'. The term of just not being good enough should be shunned! Seriously. These thoughts flood people's hearts and heads and lead to useless depression and long-term desolation.

Everyone is 'good enough.' Everyone.

You know, I used to like Lady Gaga before, when she released her top singles like 'Just Dance' and 'Poker Face' etc. But I didn't like her since the 'Alejandro' phase. But now, after I heard 'Born This Way', well, it really put a huge smile on my face. We are ALL beautiful in our ways, because ofcourse, God can never make a mistake. So, so rightfully said.

Listen to it here:

Download this mp3 from Beemp3.com

So my fellow bloggers, please please never consider yourself as 'Not good enough', because to me, all of you are more than good enough. Everybody has something unique about themselves, something different. And they're all imperfectly perfect in their own way.

I just felt like letting this out. As usual, I MUST leave you with a picture.

Clearly, we all can see this cat is good enough for about almost everything. However, it curses all those who call it otherwise.

Irrevocably. Pissed. Off.

First of all, I'd really like to apologize about being inconsistent while blogging. But honestly, it isn't my fault. As much as I wanted to blog, and as much as I wanted to be very creative and entertain you guys, I didn't get the chance to, thus, the pissed off-ness, as you can see by the blog title.

I am currently feeling like this.

The reason why I'm pissed off as fuck would probably be known by the people who live in Phase 6, Khayaban-e-Muhafiz. Some people might call what happened with me, 'A Series of Unfortunate Events', but this isn't fucking Lemony Snicket's book. This is real life. Shit like this ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

Ok, anyway. Coming back to my senses, (im not really back to my senses, that was a formality) it all started 2 days and 3 nights back. It was 9pm, and the load shedding was expected. So, as usual, the electricity went out. No panic, just the usual; walk to my lawn, and turn on the generator. Guess what? Its not working. And for some stupid reason, the generator mechanic person is unavailable, apparently because its around 9:10 at night. So, we decide to call him the next day, since the electricity only goes out for about an hour, and it would be back at 10:15 tops. But this isn't supposedly called 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' for no reason. Its 'A Series'. So, the electricity didn't show its precious ass until 3:30 am at night.
Now, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't care because the TV would be on, I wouldst be bored as hell, and I wouldn't feel like melting, because the generator would be ON. But now, it wasn't. And ofcourse, after so many hours, the UPS (Urgent Power Supply) ran out of battery. How convenient isn't it? Well anyway, when the electricity did finally show up at 3:30 am, it stayed till exactly 3:31 am. Yes. Im not kidding. I dont kid when I'm pissed. IT GAVE ME UNNECESSARY HOPE.

Then it finally came (for good) at 4:40 am. I hadn't slept at all till then. Since I can't sleep in this summer heat. I doubt any of you can. Anyway, I finally walked into my room, exhausted, closed the door, turned on the fan, and finally, switched the AC on. I lied down, feeling all cozy and comfy. I didn't realize until fifteen minutes after that it was STILL extremely hot. I wondered why. So, I managed to get out of bed, which is REALLY difficult when you're all cozy. I reached out for the place where the air came out of the AC. The air was room temperature. I found out it wasn't working.

Honestly, if you think the fuckery is over, its not.



I then slept in my parents room on a mattress on the floor, EXTREMELY restlessly. I ended up waking up at 9 am, having just four hours of sleep. The next day, I hoped to nap in my parents room on their actual bed, but the stupid electricity went out at 12pm. Right after breakfast. And it didn't show up until 4 pm. AND the generator mechanic was STILL unavailable. So anyway, barely awake, I crawl into my parents bedroom, and take a short nap of only an hour, and realize what wakes me up is the electricity gone, again. Unbelievable, I know. It ends up coming at 8, and then goes at 9 again. And then it comes at 1 am. I then finally sleep, again on a mattress in my parent's bedroom, on the floor, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
I wake up at 6 am, realizing that the electricity had gone again, and at this point, I seriously felt like blowing KESC (Karachi Electricity Supply Company) up. The electricity finally came at 1pm, but I couldn't sleep because I had chores and housework to do. And yes, to whoever who thinks its lame, I dont give a shit. Its my responsibility that I HAVE to carry out. Otherwise my parents will be on each and every nerve of mine. And trust me, humans have loads.
Anyway, I was finally free at around 6 pm. I turned on the computer after almost 2 whole days, and as soon as it turned on, BANG, POOF. Its all dark again...again...AGAIN! GAH.

Anyway, it finally came at 8. And then went again at 9. And then came at 10. Then went at 10:40. Hope you're following me. Then it goes till 12 am. Then I finally lie down, relax for about half and hour, and put on a movie on TV. It almost about an hour and a half into it, near the climax. And then POOF. Lights out again. This was the worst. Because it didn't come until 12 the next day. Which means it was out for 11 hours. ELEVEN STRAIGHT HOURS. So basically, I had no sleep.And then, I slept at 12, and woke up at 3.

And then I slept again at 5 and woke up at 8. The generator mechanic finally comes at 9pm, AFTER 3 days. THREE WHOLE DAYS. And then, as soon as he comes, fixes the generator, the electricity doesnt go at all. Now, I'm extremely glad and thankful it doesn't. HONESTLY I AM. But what the fuck? Seriously? So basically, this is what happened: There was no electricity for the 3 days in my life when my generator wasn't working. Our of 365 days, the 3 days where there was no light all night everyday had to be the 3 when my generator wasn't functioning.
Speaking of torture...



Anyway. I shall probably sleep now while I have the chance to. Goodnight people!

Terrified?

We all love horror movies, dont we? If any of you dont, well its probably either because you're too scared to go through one, or because you're just boring. No offense. And I'm not talking about those lame horror movies with  lame concepts of terror and fear. Movies like Dreamcatcher aren't real horror. Im talking about The Exorcist (the old one), Paranormal Activity, The Grudge, etc. Currently, I am sitting in a dark room, at 3 am, refusing to look behind me because my mind is flooded with pictures of those movies, screenshots of fear. And yeah call me a wussy as you may, but honestly, these kind of movies, IF taken seriously, can really scare the shit out of you.
And the worst part is, the movie you watched can never be forgotten. The whole concept of 'scare' and all of those scenes where you'd pop open your eyelids and drop your jaw would still be imprinted in your head.




 I remember I watched Paranormal Activity alone, in the dark, on a flat-screen TV, a big one that is, at 2 am. I mean, whats the fun in watching a horror movie without it being dark and late at night? Doesn't have to be alone though. You could watch it with a couple of friends or cousins. But a dark and 'late-night' atmosphere MUST be maintained. So anyway, I WAS ALONE. And yeah, whenever something crept up the couple's bed, it felt like something was touching me gently too. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but I take these things wayy too seriously. And then, the usual, not-being-able-to-sleep-because-the-troll/monster/ghost-under-my-bed-will-eat-me-if-my-eyes-are-not-open follows.

Also, The Exorcist was something that surprised me, and exceeded my expectations. Since it was released in 1973, my parents ALWAYS spoke about it, and they always said that no movie could ever match its concept of fear and scaring people. I always disagreed, making the excuse that the effects will be dumb because its an old movie. So, we decided to watch it one day. Ofcourse, the dark, late-night atmosphere was maintained. I was feeling just like this:





But after I started watching the movie, I started to feel like this:



So yeah, the movie did really impress me, and scare the shit out of me. Mainly because its the sort of horror which is POSSIBLE in real life. People DO get possessed. Ofcourse, there's no such thing as souls possessing them, its Jins.

Also, The Grudge was also one of the scariest movies Ive seen. Its also pretty realistic, because there is a such thing as a haunted house. The whole idea of the ghost haunting you until you die, no matter where you go, is REALLY scary.


WATCH THE MOVIES I HAZ MENTIONED.

Ok bye :D