<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227</id><updated>2012-01-31T08:01:58.554-08:00</updated><category term='Gay'/><category term='visual'/><category term='rain'/><category term='No yaYy=['/><category term='But whats the title got to do with the post?'/><category term='Pure Bullshit.'/><category term='CSS'/><category term='ze schitz'/><category term='yaYy'/><category term='food'/><category term='Yak Yak'/><category term='frustrated'/><category term='iLike'/><category term='weird shit'/><category term='chats..'/><category term='Treachery'/><category term='What?'/><category term='letters'/><category term='semen'/><title type='text'>Bleh...</title><subtitle type='html'>Me, My food, and My Awesomeness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>453</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2213743611804282043</id><published>2012-01-28T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:06:19.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>I LAAV ROCK N ROLL</title><content type='html'>Pakistan won.&lt;div&gt;India lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya Khan got fired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was some other news that I dont remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LAAV ROCK N ROLL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of that concerns me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its been quite an eventful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been wanting to write something for quite some time now but I dint because the issues I wanted to talk about are all over the internet and its just not fun throwing in your opinion in a bunch of other unwanted opinions. Kuch nai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if &lt;a href="http://thehumanmarvels.com/?p=125"&gt;Edward Mordake&lt;/a&gt; had schezophrenia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll have to dig into his life history first though but Im sure we can find evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to use 'we' more than I need to. And not once do I mean it. I write too many corporate letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LAAAV ROCK N ROLL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got finished reading Taboo by...Fauzia or Faiza or Farah some person. Or was it Rehman someone. I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Why is it so important to remember the name of the author? Its like...if you dont remember the author you dint read it...or dint grasp the concept...or something. Why do they make a big deal out of it? I never remember authors or experimenters. Hell I dont even remember names of people I see every day. Yes, I do agree that these people need to be acknowledged but dude. Bad memory? &lt;i&gt;FACK YOU CHUBBEH ARROGANT GUY FROM CREATIVITY CRAP CLUB&lt;/i&gt;!].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was saying. Good book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me feel sad and happy and then sad again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also made me hate men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about the brothels in Lahore and prostitutes and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are kind of lucky for not being born in one of 'those' families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thora serious hojaega so never mind that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another topic of interest. The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uitCrUUhvU&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Favelas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont we have those all around the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it reminded me of Gaza strip in particular. Have you seen Occupation 101?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why Im writing about all these random issues is that...well...these are the real issues. And I dont want to sound selfish but I often get back to reading all this to remind myself of how fucking awesome my so called fucked up life is. And it always works. It upsets me. And frustrates me. And makes me angry. And makes me feel helpless. But it helps me realize that I really do have it easy. So what if I have to work and study and take care of other personal stuff all at the same time? So what if I have more responsibilities than an average girl my age? So what if my childhood wasnt as bright and awesome as it should have been. So what if I dont have credit since Monday? At least I wasnt born in the red district in Lahore. Or the favela. Or the Gaza strip. At least Im capable of earning. At least I get to eat three (read five) times a day. At least I know the difference between then and than. At least, my friend. At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*douche alert*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthnxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2213743611804282043?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2213743611804282043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2213743611804282043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2213743611804282043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2213743611804282043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-laav-rock-n-roll.html' title='I LAAV ROCK N ROLL'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7148620527727056638</id><published>2012-01-03T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:31:06.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Of PMS, Psychos, and Shrinks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;I hate it when...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you hate it when everyone decides to display symptoms of Premenstrual Syndrome at the same time? Which reminds me of the excessive and wrong use of the term "PMS" and "PMSing" on the internet and sms. Whats PMSing supposed to mean anyway?&lt;br /&gt;PMS stands for Premenstrual Syndrome. So the saying "Stop PMS-ing here" would then mean "stop premenstrual syndroming here". Does that make sense to you? Because it sounded pretty stupid to me.&lt;br /&gt;Every individual out there using terms like "pms-ing bitch" and "go pms else where" just to show the world that he/she has extensive knowledge of the female body and/or how witty they are with their metaphors, is an Ignorant Ass. And an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Some dude I knwo said something like that in my presence and I wanted to impale him. But I dint because we dint have time because we were preparing a script for our IPS class. Which we nailed. Anyway. Pata nai. I forgot what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I have the tiniest span of attention. Ima be a terrible psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of the excessive and unnecessary use of the term "psycho" and "shrink".&lt;br /&gt;If I had a penny for every time a person responded to my education with "so you're going to be a psycho/shrink". I hate being called both. The former is just plain stupid since psycho is a slang for psychopath and not psychologist. Which Im sure everyone knows and only use it to try to be funny or witty or whatever it is that they're trying to be. Just so you know. Its not funny. Its not that I get offended or that I dont get the "irony" [if there is any at all]. Its just that...its not funny. It just isn't. Okay? Its the lamest joke of the century.&lt;br /&gt;Shrink I just find very offensive. But this I can deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7148620527727056638?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7148620527727056638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7148620527727056638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7148620527727056638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7148620527727056638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-pms-psychos-and-shrinks.html' title='Of PMS, Psychos, and Shrinks.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1431909180682060385</id><published>2012-01-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:28:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analysis - III [The Leftovers]</title><content type='html'>Im feeling bad for not doing this earlier -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Hyper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...Im probabaly wrong here...buut...you seem to be a bit aggressive [internally]. You may not come off as aggressive as a person...but your thoughts tend to be a bit destructive? And a slight need for recognition...as in...youre looking for some appreciation may be?&lt;br /&gt;Also nuturance! A veyr nurturing person...tend to care for the ones around you but a different kind of nurturing [might get a bit bossy when doing so?]. You also have a high tendency to dominate. Do you have to try really hard to stop yourself from taking control?&lt;br /&gt;A strong desire for freedom. You also resist interference of others in your life...you welcome idea but get very defensice when someone tries to impose ideas on you or even when theres a little hint of anyone trying to change you. There is also a strong need for emotional attachment. You may lack emotional attachment in your life or may be there isnt enough of it and you want to connect on a deeper level with someone. Are you in a relationship? If yes...then you want to be able to connect with your significant other more...if not...may be its time to get to know someone?&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I could get out of the story. I dont think Im in any position to give advices here but...umm...[my personal opinion - highly unlikely to be true] I thiiink theres some conflict between you true self and idea self. You are not what you actually want to be so you may try hard to become that person...and to some extent may be you do become that person but at the end of the day its not truly you. I dont know what Im talking about :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roshni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to random hypers story, the main theme of your story is of recognition. Though you dont necessarily seek attention, you do want your hard work to be acknowledged by others. When this doesnt happened, you get very upset and even lose otivation at times. You do enjoy having good...public relations. As in...you prefer being socially accepted and that, at times, may even direct your behaviour. You also try hard to gain respect of others. Soemtimes go out of your way to get it..&lt;br /&gt;You also avoid getting in situations that might put some blame on you or may lead to rejection by others. You refrain from misbehaviour...Are you a conventional person? Apologize easily? Make sure you get your tasks done? Remorseful? May be not to teh extent that Im claiming here but to some extent, yes. Also...there has been a shift in you life and mood in general. A recent, significant emotional change. In the sense, you way of perceivign the world has changed. May be a certain event has caused it. You also seem a bit dissapointed with you current situation in life. You ego has been hurt. You self concept has changed. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;You may want to go a little easy on yourself. None of us turn out to be what we actually want. All we can do is try. Cant make every one happy. Just...um...bring down your standards a bit may be? You're not that old. DO you have too many responsibilities/or you tend to take on responsbilities that you dont really have to?&lt;br /&gt;You're still young...try to be young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ismah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FINALLY a person who is not fucked up in the head. A very contrustive personality. When faced with difficulties he tries hard to fix things instead of just sitting in a corner and weeping about it. A go-getter, to be more precise. An understanding personality. He does not have a hard time understanding another person point of view and accepting it too. Open to new ideas. An emotional person. Has a strong need for affiliation i.e. values close relationships and strives to make them work. But can be a little passive at times. May be when youre down to go in your shell and go in a passive mode where you dont let others connect with you? But msotly, a good ehalthy personality. A sentient and elated person. Not easy to bring down.&lt;br /&gt;However, with all thsi positivity, I think I missing out on something. What I just wrote above is how others see you and you yourself at a conscious level. Im not able to tackle the "inner machinations" of your mind with just one story ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; After doing the actual analysis with the real TAT images I realized how wrong my this analysis was. Please dont be taking it seriously. I just needed a few guinea pigs before I could do the actual one. Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1431909180682060385?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1431909180682060385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1431909180682060385' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1431909180682060385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1431909180682060385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/analysis-iii-leftovers.html' title='Analysis - III [The Leftovers]'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6881463724191138916</id><published>2012-01-01T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:20:28.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Emoness Redefined.</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot [read a little] research on music and cognition lately [hate it when the first sentence begins with an "I"]. Cognitive psychology is my least favourite field in psychology. But the semester is over and Im DONE with the course!! But its not over. Neuropsychology awaits me in the next semester -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I was writing about music and cognition. Meh. I lost interest. Initially I wanted to be a cognitive psychologist and have total control on the thoughts and memories of my patients. But I realized how boring, dry, and complicated it is to study brain. So Im sticking with clinical psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 sucked more than 2010 and Im not expecting 2012 to be any better. Im not being emo, its just that...the quality of life keeps on decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing significant happened. Besides the deaths and strokes and a number of paralysis here n there. Made a Lot of money. Spent more than I earned. Dint grow as a person. Made a lot of unnecessary friends. But it was kind of needed since all my old friends and cousins got married this year. Married friends turn in to these relatives who you meet occassionally because you dont want to cut them out of your life out of courtesy. Anyway. 2011 sucked. December in particular was full of shit. And January is expected to be shittier since December was only the beginning and in January the shit is going to be at its peak...going to stay there for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;But look at the bright side. I learned how to do my make-up. And TAT. Which kind of added to my awesomeness. People think Im super fucking cool with my psychoanalysis n all. What they dont know is that all that keWlnesses coming out of my mouth isnt coming from my brain but from the manual that I stole -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, Im feeling stupid and confused starting another insignificant, pointless year which I will live simply because Im alive. I always end up adding extra baggage to my life. I hate making spontaneous decisions like that. My brain has been dead for the past two months now. I dont feel like thinking about things. I just let others direct my thoughts. Which is actually working out quite well socially. But Im not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my decisions affect another person. And vice versa. I hate chain reactions. Chain reactions shouldnt exist. Neither should I. Or anyone else for that matter. Seriously. Whats with existence?&lt;br /&gt;I hate January. And June. And July. And New Year posts.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling stupid and dependent and helpless and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;*starts cutting face with blade and paints on the wall with blood*&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also....wtf Almas? Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6881463724191138916?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881463724191138916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6881463724191138916' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6881463724191138916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6881463724191138916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/emoness-redefined.html' title='Emoness Redefined.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8375879207096400646</id><published>2011-12-16T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:47:31.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Poo and Zuzu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you ratehr be killed by a shark or a crocodile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afu:&lt;/strong&gt; White sharks are faster and crocs wait for the meat to get tender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So shark? But they rip you apart while crocs bite first and wait so chances are you'll survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afu:&lt;/strong&gt; Crocs take one huge bite then drag you underwater and stuff you in a cave from where you cant get out...sharks rip you out within minutes so instant death. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd take shark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afu:&lt;/strong&gt; Good choice...chances aer a shark will lose interest after 1-2 bites but crocs hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Even if it loses interest you'd drown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afu:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, you can swim with one arm and a leg, besides sharks come up to the surface to attack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yea but you wont be able to swim much if youre wounded...in the middle of the sea...too much blood will be lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afu:&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose, but there is a chance of rescue...only an idiot would do diving in the sea without telling anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol...Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I missed having these conversations with you poosikins=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8375879207096400646?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8375879207096400646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8375879207096400646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8375879207096400646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8375879207096400646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/adventures-of-poo-and-zuzu.html' title='The Adventures of Poo and Zuzu'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1163753051259799432</id><published>2011-12-10T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:14:59.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Im uzma. This is my blog. That I havent been using much. You know...cuz Im awesome n shit.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I owe an apology to random hyper and two other peopel who have been waiting for their analysis. I did get time to blog but I dint, thinking that I should do the analysis before I write my blahs but Ive just realized that Im not going to. Im sorry. Just that...I have too many official analysis to do to be doing these...but I still might...I'll post links to your blog when I do so you dont have to keep a check on my blog. Once again, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now that That is out of the way. Its winter.&lt;br /&gt;And finally. Never mind -.-&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything interesting to tell...not here at least. I think I've lost my touch. Anyway...Random hyper and two other people...I'll be starting my internship in June and you will get a special discount on your sessions u_u&lt;br /&gt;You know whats awkward? When the guy you almost got married to shows up on msn and says Hi o.o&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...we had these interviews for some creativity club shit that a bunch of senior stidents started to separate the 'kachra' from the 'decent' crowd stuck at bahria [these are the words of the interviewer - not mine]. So my friends were all 'OMG we're stuck with this one semester and ahve no friends outside IPP and you so lucky youre a transfer student' so Im like...'OMG lets join the frikkin club!!'&lt;br /&gt;And thats how I showed up for the interview [Also because the form were being collected by this chubby guy - i find chubby guys really cute]. And then I had to wait 30 minutes. And then I realized that Ive waited too long to leave...so I decided to wait another 30 minutes. And my turn came. And Im like...wtf am I doing? Im working two jobs and a research paper...I cant give them two hours everyday [for free]...but then I was like...wtf lets do it!!! Ima be creative.&lt;br /&gt;So I walked in...and the chubby guy was there with his quiet, good looking guy and a pretty smiley girl. Everything was fine...but then the chubby guy started talking -.-&lt;br /&gt;And guess what he decided to say?&lt;br /&gt;"Well...Im not going to say anything to you because this isnt your fault...its your teachers...because this is Not how you fill a form...cuts and arrows...you should fill a form with a pencil and then re-do it with a pen..."&lt;br /&gt;Youre doing BBA from bahria - You have no right to give your opinion . Okay?&lt;br /&gt;I want that hour of my life back.&lt;br /&gt;Its really sweet how my friend keeps trying to make me understand his weird geeky thoughts related to geeky games. One of these days...Im going to actually read what he types u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1163753051259799432?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1163753051259799432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1163753051259799432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1163753051259799432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1163753051259799432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8985823562436719560</id><published>2011-10-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:21:51.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>ANALYSIS - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ismah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...you're personality comes off as nurturing, i.e. you tend to protect those around you and youre not a hard person to get along with. You dont have issues following others as you yourself are easy going. This is good but at times it turns in to compliance as you may passively submit to the will of others (for whatever reasons, may be to maintain harmony).&lt;br /&gt;At times you feel that you lack opportunities in your life and are constantly searching for them.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not sure about this but it seems like youve had some bad company which has had some influence on your actions or habits...may be friends or peers. If yes then it has been bothering you on a subconscious level. Time to change those habits and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also seem to have a certain sense of failure. My be you were not able to achieve what you really wanted, could be related to academic, professional, or personal life. I dont know you personally so I cant exactly point out but you lack sense of achievement. Which is probably the reason for your submissive behavior. Im not saying that youre exactly unhappy with your life or that youre miserable...but at the end of the day you dont quite feel good about yourself...rather good enough. You seem to have some feelings of inferiority from time to time. Also you seem a bit  guilty about some of your actions. Has there been a dramatic change in your life? There seems to be a sudden shift in your emotional state due to the changes in your life. You still havent adjusted to that change which is causing some emotional discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;May be you should try out some different things in your life...something youre good at or interested in. May be focus on yourself a bit instead of how everyone else is doing. If you want to make other happy you must first try to make yourself feel good. Or something like that. Im really not good with advices but do try to give yourself some "Me [you] Time". It doesnt have to be big...just may be improve cooking or painting or whatever your interest is. Also...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meditate&lt;/span&gt;. You know most of the problems that we think we have are only in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Amara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hello there familiar blogger ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Yours is a bit tricky so its going to sound more like a conversation than an analysis.&lt;br /&gt;So whats with the resistance? You seem to be a little...um...[forgive me] stubborn in the sense that you refuse to comply with another persons decision. Im not talking generally...something specific in your life. But that isnt necessarily bad...you should be able to make your own decisions but may be take a different approach?&lt;br /&gt;Heres the tricky part...though you do things your way...youre still not satisfied. You know what you want to do and how you want to do and youre not afraid to break the rules. But after going through all that trouble theres still something missing. But then again youre still quite young and figuring life out so its normal.&lt;br /&gt;Also...stop being so passive!&lt;br /&gt;Get closer to people...for real. Feel more.&lt;br /&gt;You may not agree but some support from family and friends would be good.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to feel isolated and rejected. May be you feel that people dont accept you the way you are. Have you lost someone you were close to in the past? Once again, I cant tell precisely because I dont personally know you but its either someones death or physical danger. Which one is it? Though you appear to be fine your internal mental state isnt very stable. I could be wrong [just a noob speaking here]. Anyway...try to open up. Give people a chance to get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;Things always get better with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. random Hyper - Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. a little feedback would be nice you guys. So I know how Im doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8985823562436719560?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8985823562436719560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8985823562436719560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8985823562436719560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8985823562436719560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/analysis-ii.html' title='ANALYSIS - II'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-110443303763748554</id><published>2011-10-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:03:43.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>ANALYSIS!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so its a little late alright but I was a little busy with the mental health day camp n all. But in my defense...I dint specify &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; Saturday u_u&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on with the analysis, once again do not consider it to be the final verdict since I dont personally know you guys and the images used are not even the real TAT stuff. Also, this is not a very detailed analysis since it is based on just one situation that you were given.&lt;br /&gt;Please dont make fun of my suggestions -.-&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Steadtler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Please do not let the analysis discourage you. What Im writing here is only one part of your personality and Im sure there so much more to you and your life. There are a few dominant themes in the story that you wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict - There seems to be a conflict in your life which is taking up your time. Could be related to your education, personal life, or career. It may be that you feel dissatisfied with some decisions that you have made in recent past and you feel things would have been had you opted for something else. This is causing you some uneasiness. There also seems to be a lot of distrust in your life. May be you have learned not to trust any one from your past experiences. You seem to be a little suspicious of pretty much everyone in your life and have a hard time accepting others ideas. Its not that you dont want to trust anyone but you just cant get yourself to do so. It may be due to rejection or related to your personal freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also seem unhappy with you current environment. You feel that you dint or dont have enough opportunities in life and seem to be in search of some. There also seems to be a lack of human support in your life from friends/family/spouse. May be it is that you dont feel secure about your present or future environment. You also seem to be a little disconnected from the people around you. May be the reason why you are not able to trust anyone is that you feel that the person will not understand your situation or the circumstances that youre in.&lt;br /&gt;Has there been any major loss (material or a loved one)? If yes then it has a lot to do with your inability to trust.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes tend to blame your bad situation or decisions on luck....In the sense that you dint have any other choice. This may have something to do with the decisions you have made in the past...as in you feel that you dint any choice but to do what you did. May be you feel guilty about something? But the story you wrote does not reflect any guilt as such. But if you do feel that way, then it is the reason why you blame it on luck to may be dispose that guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion: You should become a little more trusting of people. May be share a thing or two with a close friend. They will only understand if you want them to understand. Isolating yourself will you push you further back in your shell until it become impossible to some out. Not every one on this planet is as bad. You do believe that you can change your situation and make things work and you can. But you have to let go off of the past and start new. You do have the potential to make your life better and somewhere in side your head you know you can. But your bad experiences are pulling you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Quarter to insane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude...give me something you work with:\&lt;br /&gt;I knwo I said keep it short but you've written like three sentences. That doesnt give me enough material. Try again. About the second image, that was only given to help with the first image. Unless you provide be a good 6-10 line story of the first image there not much I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ismah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baki kal..Please I wana go watch a movie :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-110443303763748554?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110443303763748554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=110443303763748554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/110443303763748554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/110443303763748554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/analysis.html' title='ANALYSIS!!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4550523855580967073</id><published>2011-10-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:03:16.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>//.-</title><content type='html'>Dont you hate it when people just throw you out of their lives like youre this uninvited machar in their coffee and then continue drinking coffee while youre all wet in coffee lying on the table like 'yea okay np' waiting for your wings to dry so you can fly but they just wont dry cuz of the humidity in the atmosphere:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be disgusting if they continued drinking that coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont exactly feel like that but if I did it would totally suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check blog on Saturday for analysis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4550523855580967073?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4550523855580967073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4550523855580967073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4550523855580967073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4550523855580967073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='//.-'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1433898516554020850</id><published>2011-09-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:06:09.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Psychoanalyze you becasue Im sexy and I know it. :\. :|. :/</title><content type='html'>So how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Everything good?&lt;br /&gt;Please know that Im only mentioning the following because I was asked]&lt;br /&gt;I havent been blogging because OMG so busy with work and projects n the shits&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finished FIVE dissertations in TWO months. Four for MBA and one for LLB.&lt;br /&gt;Yea Im awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make that awesomeness more awesome I will get permission to officially treat patients by next June.&lt;br /&gt;Im also willing to perform premature analysis on you guys on request. More on that later in the post.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rant first because i really havent in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And I still dont feel like it...dunno Ive become very "accepting of people" all of a sudden which is odd. Everyone seems like a patient:\&lt;br /&gt;Im unable to have a conversation without analyzing  personalities and identifying subconscious concerns  of people in head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people ask me to help them out with their home work on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I get a weekend off after TWO long fucking months.&lt;br /&gt;That too for free.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab kia masla hai apko?&lt;br /&gt;mai kia karsakty hoon agar ap stupid hain to?&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a day off too you know.&lt;br /&gt;Or three.&lt;br /&gt;So these somebodies. Ive helped them out with their reports n shit a few times. And by help I mean did everything. And they got an A [for which I have yet to receive a thank you]. Now one of them want me to write some gay ass article so she can tell everyone she did it when it gets published in the magazine. And Im like do it yourself. And now Im the bitchiest bitch in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;About the premature analysis.&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed off cuz this head of the research department wouldnt accept my research proposal for the annual journal [which she later accepted] because it was done by me and not a PhD student. So I was like wtf :O&lt;br /&gt;So I made this abstract crap which doesnt quite make sense. I mean it does to me but different people have been seeing different things in it. So since I dont have the actual Rosharch or TAT manual, I have been doing personality analysis based on that single image.&lt;br /&gt;But I will get my hands on the real shit by the end of next year and I secretly scan them. That would be so totally awesome. As long as I dont get caught. Because then I will get suspended. I dont see what the big deal is since psychology students do that kind of shit all the time. Well, most of them. And I always tell people that they shouldnt believe what I tell them because Im qualified and theyre like "of course we know that" but then they end up believing every single word I say. Buh wahevs. If they're gullible enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if youre interested in a premature false psychoanalysis, look carefully at the image below and write a short story about what is going on in the image, what had happened before, and what is going to happen next. The story must have a beginning, a middle, and an end to it and must be a complete story. Keep it short so I actually read it. Also write your age, gender, and something about yourself. Like a secret. Or something that you think has had a significant impact on your life. Whatever youre comfortable with. Comments can be made anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2aKKVKLQVk/TodUyjxM_mI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A5jKV4qiza0/s1600/180920111712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2aKKVKLQVk/TodUyjxM_mI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A5jKV4qiza0/s400/180920111712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658584684386123362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also look at this image and briefly write what you see. This one does not have to be a story. Just write whatever you see in the image. It can be anyth&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06Vk_x-qZ5Y/TodUnIoQM6I/AAAAAAAAAYg/1UN1j6yqUJ4/s1600/73430_10150089802586416_573576415_7568472_2852516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06Vk_x-qZ5Y/TodUnIoQM6I/AAAAAAAAAYg/1UN1j6yqUJ4/s400/73430_10150089802586416_573576415_7568472_2852516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658584488122266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1433898516554020850?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1433898516554020850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1433898516554020850' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1433898516554020850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1433898516554020850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/psychoanalyze-you-becasue-im-sexy-and-i.html' title='Psychoanalyze you becasue Im sexy and I know it. :\. :|. :/'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2aKKVKLQVk/TodUyjxM_mI/AAAAAAAAAYo/A5jKV4qiza0/s72-c/180920111712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5693481258744926953</id><published>2011-09-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:58:51.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Remember how I used to have time to blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5693481258744926953?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5693481258744926953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5693481258744926953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5693481258744926953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5693481258744926953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4170219357060270273</id><published>2011-09-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:38:17.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>I gotapocket, gotapocket fullofsunshine.</title><content type='html'>One day, my brother was walking down the street and his cell phone got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;The next day he took my mums phone.&lt;br /&gt;The day after I was phone-partners with my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in chain reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I even did a whole dissertation on chain reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to brag about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;But srsly!&lt;br /&gt;Chain reactions. Theyre real!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on the railroad, all the live long days.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on the railroad, just to pass the time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when someone takes my phone....not that I have anything to Hide!!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of...Hiding and not telling (to avoid a long discussion) are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;Privacy bhi koi cheez hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;I aint happy, feeling glad I got sunshine&lt;br /&gt;in a bag...only I dont.&lt;br /&gt;Kia apko machar kaat-tey hain?&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe to bohat kaat-tey hain.&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are so difficult to type in urdu using english.&lt;br /&gt;Like holidays. I dont like typing that in urdu.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my humor is not dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Now just because I dont like dirty humor doesnt mean I dont know it.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the dirtiest jokes, thank you Saniya and Amna.&lt;br /&gt;They sound like fat, bald, perverted, drunk, Sindhi men speaking in Punjabi.&lt;br /&gt;no offense to Sindhi and Punjabi speaking people. I mean...I dig Punjabi ayte.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have someone translate Punjabi songs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have more interesting things to write once I go back to  university.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Its depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but i have this faint sweet taste in my mouth. I dint even eat anything meetha.&lt;br /&gt;Tastes something like glucose. But lighter.&lt;br /&gt;Do you liek glucose?&lt;br /&gt;I love eating glucose.&lt;br /&gt;It so cold and icy.&lt;br /&gt;Back when my nani was going through her last stage of cancer, I'd eat all her glucose:\&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I was 6-7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I was 14.&lt;br /&gt;Knew exactly what I was doing. Did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just took a shower, and Im sticky again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate humid summers in Karachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4170219357060270273?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4170219357060270273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4170219357060270273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4170219357060270273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4170219357060270273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-gotapocket-gotapocket-fullofsunshine.html' title='I gotapocket, gotapocket fullofsunshine.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-509522442093900207</id><published>2011-09-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:53:08.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Old, bored, and alone.</title><content type='html'>Eid sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;So this dumb bitch who cant spell shit, and is also cheating on her fiance with some kid (who doesnt even know that she's engaged), comes up to me and gives me a lecture on how  immoral it is of me to write thesis for students. Well, she was just getting back at me (in a very friendly-funny fashion) for correcting her grammar on facebook. But it really pissed me off. I could've said a lot but dint want to stoop down to her level...Also she would beat me up if I pissed her off o.O&lt;br /&gt;Kiu kartey hain loag itni bari bari baatain?&lt;br /&gt;Also, people should really brush their teeth first thing in the morning. Whether its eid or not.&lt;br /&gt;All my friends and cousins are married. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...kia?&lt;br /&gt;I mean okay. Your life. But do you absolutely have to be in my face with you susral n shit?&lt;br /&gt;All of them had to either go to their susral or out with their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG Shuch Jaanu Baby Paalu HUBBY&lt;/span&gt; like awwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnn awwwwweeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn aaaaaafuckineeeeennnnnnnnn Motherfffkkkkkggrrrrbleghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;I only got to meet them for like 2 hours. Which they spent dressing up for the significant other. Though we were all dressed already. I only spent 2 hours of my eid with people my age, that too straightening their hair. I thought i'd do something too, but then I realized that I have to go home and work &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil chara tha paani daal du sab ke straightened baalo per!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to sound like this creepy jealous lesbian girlfriend (which I already did) but CUHMONN!! Is there absolutely nothing else to life?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to sneaking out on eid when everyone goes for a nap and fooling around and eating ice cream till you puke!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to grow up. I dont want to get married. I dont want my life to be all about everyone else and what they like.&lt;br /&gt;So born in the wrong house at the wrong time in the wrong country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're single, smart, ambitious, give a shit about education, and have issues other than the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. s/he doesnt like me when...&lt;br /&gt;2. s/he wont let me...&lt;br /&gt;3. what should I give him/her on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call. I am now hiring new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-509522442093900207?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/509522442093900207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=509522442093900207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/509522442093900207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/509522442093900207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-bored-and-alone.html' title='Old, bored, and alone.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-628599672881332092</id><published>2011-08-20T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:26:02.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Animal Farm.</title><content type='html'>Im not a News Analyst so I dont quite get the hidden message behind whatever the shit is going on in the city. I dont even watch or read news anymore. Been months. I dont lift my head up from the monitor. I wake up, work, eat, work, sleep, and work. But here's the problem. I have an older brother who takes a bus to his university. He goes out with his friends often. Even when he's told not to go. I dont like having to worry about other people.&lt;br /&gt;And I really dont know how to go about this post.&lt;br /&gt;Im just writing because theres nothing else I can do about it. And knowing that something you feel deeply about is completely out of your control, is not a very good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard, the throats of the kidnapped individuals are being cut slightly so that they can be filled with chillies, their bones are being broken and then they are chopped or drilled to death, depending on the mood of the kidnapper, before being tightly wrapped in barbed wires so that they can easily be fitted in a bag. Mind you, we're still talking human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt;, this is similar to what used to happen back in the early 90s. From what Ive&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heard&lt;/span&gt;, MQM used to fill bags with dead bodies. Used to be their "thing" which allowed them control over people. Ive also&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heard&lt;/span&gt; that its all a plan to frame MQM. And I've  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard &lt;/span&gt;that the main reason for violence is that the PPP wanted control over Kharadar and some other areas of Karachi, which MQM refused. Also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; that PPP men are taking down MQM men and in return, MQM has no choice but to take down PPP men, just as brutally, to show that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unho ne churiyaan nahi pehni hain. &lt;/span&gt;And then there are the less popular ANP and Baloch rumors, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres whats going to happen; people will keep protesting, Rehman Malik will keep giving stupid statements no one gives a shit about, the 'coalition partners' will selflessly become friends again - for the greater good of the people, of course, the target killings will stop (for a while), the government will fail to bring forth the people responsible, life will continue, soon something shittier will come up, and Zardari will remain the douchy head of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about the horror and pain felt by the 'targets' during the last few moments of their lives. All this reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Serbian Film&lt;/span&gt;. Only this is not a film. And there is no ketchup for blood.&lt;br /&gt;If a civil war breaks out, is there anything that they wont do to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-628599672881332092?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/628599672881332092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=628599672881332092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/628599672881332092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/628599672881332092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/animal-farm.html' title='Animal Farm.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1820912859372687385</id><published>2011-08-01T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:37:44.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But whats the title got to do with the post?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>To corn, or not to corn.</title><content type='html'>You know what I do when I'm up alone working?&lt;br /&gt;I read a couple of stupid blogs and feel smart. But its not helping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention mum had a cardiac arrest?&lt;br /&gt;Well she did. And it sucked. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my ever so handsome brother managed to hit his face on the corner of a metal bed at the hospital and got dunno how many stitches and now he cant chew?&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a...um...never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;So yea...my brother has been hiding his face from mum because then she gets all *tears*sniff*choke* and then everything gets all dramatic n shit. But my maid. My sweet sweet maid who just cant stand seeing my brother or my mother sick because she has this hypothetical never ending bond of love and geen-hood with them. So my maid, not knowing when to stop talking, went up to my sick, coughing mother and told her that I better make him some juice because he cant bite or chew or swallow and doing so would make his stitches hurt and might loosen them which will hurt so much more LIKE IM A FUCKING IDIOT FOR TELLING MY MUM THAT HES GONA BE FINE AND HES A FUCKING IDIOT FOR HIDING HIS FACE FROM HER SIMPLy BECAUSE WE DONT WANT TO SEE HER CHOKE ON HER OWN TEARS!&lt;br /&gt;Pagal bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Kia masla hota hai loago ko? Fazul mai ajatey hain apna opinion deney. Oh and thats not all. When I asked her not to speak about his stiches in front of mum she started crying because "shees soooe senseetiive and caant see anyone in paaaaiinnn".&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to poochie her up and fix her rooh afza to make her feel better because shes so close to them since she has been working here for over a whole fucking WEEK now.&lt;br /&gt;Bus yehi fuckpana karai hoon main chaar din se -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I loose some weight during the shits. I was kind of not eating. But then I eated tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like...whatever the fuck is going on with SERVQUAL?&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...kia masla hai isko?&lt;br /&gt;Kiu fazul ki pagalana equation banadi Kamasutra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et al.&lt;/span&gt; ne?&lt;br /&gt;Why coudlnt it just be E-P instead of P-E?&lt;br /&gt;Saray answers negaitve mai jarai hain. Ek to negative uper se decimal.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so complicated at times.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not even getting paid much for this dissertation. Local company ke liye haina. They pay minimum wage. So not worth it. But I kind of told him that I'll get it done so I have to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;You're not interested?&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Someone I know talked his sister-in-law to get naked in front of him&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehri hogai hai. Mai to nai rakh rai bhui roza bhook lag jati hai bar bar. Apko kia masla hai its between me and my God stay out of it acha bus chup.&lt;br /&gt;I dint even sleep properly since Sunday. Nobody cares T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rooh Afza FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1820912859372687385?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1820912859372687385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1820912859372687385' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1820912859372687385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1820912859372687385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-corn-or-not-to-corn.html' title='To corn, or not to corn.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1095282086055283308</id><published>2011-07-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:23:31.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>LOLWUT?</title><content type='html'>I dont really feel like blogging anymore. Because nothing significant is happening in my life, besides that everyone I know is getting married, but I dont see how that is significant either.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was no different. I was just sitting and making an outline for this dissertation which I have to complete along with three others by the end of this month. Le Bleh de blah.&lt;br /&gt;So this girl right. A friends friend. Im kind of looking for helpers to complete the dissertations because I have to write like 300 pages in 20 days. So yes, this friend of friend was looking for a similar job. So Im like...hey why dont you send me your cv and write a sample paper of 200 words in APA on Corporate Social Responsibility (Only because it is the most widely fucked topic online and one merely has to type "CSR" in google to get bombarded with articles on it). So the sample I get is like copy paste. So these are the emails that we exchanged. Now Im not saying anything. Just...copy pasting the emails. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did not clear the concept of academic writing and  the kind of job this is. If writing an essay was just copy pasting no  company would need academic writers. Your whole paper is plagiarized and  98% of it is copy paste material.&lt;br /&gt;Im really sorry but plagiarism is not acceptable in academic writing  because the customers get penalized and we have to pay the money back  with penalty.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for writing the paper. Tc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes,  you did not. You said it was a "sample" paper, not something your  customer ordered. Had you made an attempt to clarify it, I would have  made it a point to be wholly original. I thought you wanted to check the  writing style, and if I knew what APA writing format was. And, neither  the "whole" of my paper nor 98% of it is plagiarized. Also, 98% does not  amount to whole. Kindly be careful in your choice of words, since I am  sure no customer would like that either. One more thing, I think I  clearly mentioned that I have not studied Business management before. I  am a law student, and I clarified it over text. I had just a day to  study the given topic, and I managed to churn out more than the required  word limit. It's like me asking you to write up on the defenses of  Murder, and then alleging that you didn't make an attempt to produce an  up to the mark paper, within a day. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Lol...ro kiu rahi ho? The sample was not in APA either.&lt;br /&gt;I dint mean to offend you. My apologies :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ro kiu rahi ho?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am sorry, I missed the part where we  skipped from formal terms to informal ones. Anyhow, I was just pointing  out. You asked for a "sample" paper, and I gave you one. Just be more  clear next time. I am sure your customers would appreciate it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Kindly distinguish between "rona" and making ones stance clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you've made it very clear.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sample. My bad. I should've been more clear about originality and copy pasting.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, dint mean to offend you. Was just giving feedback, which I had no right to.&lt;br /&gt;Tc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't think I have been clear enough. I did not copy paste.  There's a difference between copy pasting as it is, and changing the  structure and the use of words. You can't change what a concept  curtails, you can only change the sentence structure and the vocabulary  to a certain extent. Had it been something to do with liberal arts,  rather than a business concept then your "feedback", which is more of an  allegation, would have made sense. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i lost interest. And now Im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And now that my friend told me that I shall never speak to them again because Im blogging about it, Im having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;But its too late. Ive already written the post.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;I dint even do half the bitching that I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is the only place where I can express myself.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too bitchy of me to post this? o.O&lt;br /&gt;But I would even if it weren't a friend of friend.&lt;br /&gt;Too hungry to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Am I the only one who doesn't see what the big deal is here?:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1095282086055283308?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1095282086055283308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1095282086055283308' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1095282086055283308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1095282086055283308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/lolwut.html' title='LOLWUT?'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5513318147082978398</id><published>2011-06-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:57:47.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>The story of Ass and Assness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, my sweet little bitch, dont get to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;, what I can, and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So yea Ima be ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;I was just hooked to Supernatural for the past couple of weeks only to be disappointed in the end. After five seasons you'd expect some shit to be awesome right? But nope.&lt;br /&gt;Sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My exams went better than expected which is good. But better because I dint study and Im still getting 2 A's and 3 B's. So yeah. Lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this masters dude in my department right. Thinks he's a rock star for some reason. Lets call him Ass. So Mr. Ass thinks he knows it all because he's older and more educated than the rest of us. The day I saw him I knew Ima have some beef wit' him.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that, Mr. Ass and I have too many mutual friends, so I cant help but communicate once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Ass just told me I cant intern at this super awesome place because they require the internees to administer intelligence test and evaluation and require them to make reports and provide tentative diagnosis and some divine knowledge which a person, who has only studied for ONE semester in IPP, does not have.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MISTER FUCK IN THE ASS DOES &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW IS THAT I ALREADY HAVE A FUCKING BACHELORS DEGREE AND I MAKE PROFESSIONAL REPORTS FOR LIVING FOR UNIVERSITIES IN THE UK AND THE US AND GET A FUCKING B+ EVEN THOUGH IM ONLY A BACHELORS STUDENT AND I DESIGNED THE GOD DAMNED VIRTUAL VERSION OF DSM BACK WHEN I HADN'T EVEN DONE MY BACHELORS. BACK WHEN HE COULDNT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A PSYCHOLOGIST AND A PSYCHIATRIST. Ass kahi ka. Moreover, I practically live in a mental house and have been providing psychological guidance for the past 3 years. I think all that is worth more than his lousy 48 hours internship. Stupid Ass telling me I cant get an internship. Ass pimple kahi ka. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, recent studies have shown that catharsis is not really cathartic. It only makes you more angry and frustrated. All my fellow emo bloggers out there, there is no hope for you. You must die u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5513318147082978398?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5513318147082978398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5513318147082978398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5513318147082978398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5513318147082978398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-ass-and-assness.html' title='The story of Ass and Assness'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6786520817827182510</id><published>2011-06-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:17:55.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>shuwinga</title><content type='html'>Exams hora hain.&lt;br /&gt;Gay stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to Supernatural. And hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Dance the night away, live your life and stay young on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Kitni stupid wishes hoti hain logon ki.&lt;br /&gt;Do you read logon as log on?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I do.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I volunteered for this inclusive society thing where we have to go to machar colony and conduct research and may be provide counseling to disabled children and their parents.&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited n all..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean field work is like yaYy awesome...But.&lt;br /&gt;But!!&lt;br /&gt;Im having second thoughts. Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, nature.&lt;br /&gt;You see...I drink a lot of water. More of a have-to thing cuz I faint n shit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So...when you like drink 3-4 bottles of water...your...okay I dont want to go all human physiology here so I'll come to the point.&lt;br /&gt;What if I have to go the bathroom? o.O&lt;br /&gt;I just dont like using dirty toilets that all...&lt;br /&gt;But then again...they're giving free food. But then again...I dont really like kids that much. That too disabled. Okay thats rude. But still. But i'll get 15 credit hours of internship.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Im too sleepy and tired to make this interesting or funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, every time I chat, I get really conscious every time I have to use "it" after a word that ends with a "t". Putting spaces in between such words can be very complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6786520817827182510?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6786520817827182510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6786520817827182510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6786520817827182510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6786520817827182510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/shuwinga.html' title='shuwinga'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-976566991194162098</id><published>2011-06-01T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:59:48.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But whats the title got to do with the post?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Because.</title><content type='html'>Mobile ki screen kharab hogai.&lt;br /&gt;Socha post kardu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you come up with an idea ?&lt;br /&gt;You know how you feel the need to share the awesomeness?&lt;br /&gt;You know how it gets stolen?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;I came up with something really awesome for the project and said it out loud like Sean Connery and got ignored like Jake Gyllenhaal. Ten minutes later, when my turn came to sign up for the project, my idea was already listed, twice, by the bitches who pretended not to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone who is very conveniently attending expensive college/university on the expense of their parents and cant stop complaining about how much they hate making tiny stupid gay ass assignments/presentations must consult my fist regarding the structure of their snobby privileged faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-976566991194162098?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/976566991194162098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=976566991194162098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/976566991194162098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/976566991194162098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/because.html' title='Because.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6084981443761138501</id><published>2011-05-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:15:40.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Grooms.</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do happy dulha dulhan sitting on a stage look really really stupid&lt;strike&gt;?&lt;/strike&gt;!!&lt;div&gt;Mutlab...every time I attend a wedding....especially of people who are my age...I just imagine myself looking stupid on a stage all dressed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The groom in particular. Especially if they're smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itney perverted lagtey hain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burey se sick dulhas with all their sick urges that they will get to fulfill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itney khush hotey hain aj kal ke dulha dulhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i've seen a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its okay when the girl is happy cuz shes just happy to be wearing all that make up and heavy clothes and loving the attention and the pictures. But...the smiling dulhas are really annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just attended a wedding recently...nothing about that wedding in particular. I mean it would be really rude of me to start talking about her and him in particular and I dont want to talk about anyone in particular just like....you know...general observation/opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do grooms with a wide toothy grin annoy you too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole stage thing is just...pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tayaar ho kar baith jatay hain stupid se khush ho kar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to go through that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended this one wedding, where the groom just couldn't keep his hands off of the brides waste. Kutta bastard sa tha. And he looked like a donkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I attended this other thing where the groom couldn't stop grinning. Not even for a second. In fact, he was trying not to roll on the fucking floor laughing and jacking off. It was disgusting. And then this other wedding...and the groom kept looking at his bride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masla kia hota inkey sath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know you're excited. Just hold it for a few hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I dont find brides that annoying. May be because Im just too used being around annoying girls. They just sit there smile and blush. Or try to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write lifeless bitches here but Im afraid i might end up being like one of them:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to skip the shaadi routine. In fact i want to skip the whole damn year that I get married. All the initial stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to dress up and look like an idiot sitting next to a bigger idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6084981443761138501?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6084981443761138501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6084981443761138501' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6084981443761138501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6084981443761138501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/grooms.html' title='Grooms.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5632800071061738922</id><published>2011-05-14T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:37:23.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>fb Douche</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate?&lt;br /&gt;Undercover people on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;You know the ones coitus-ing with their privacy settings.&lt;br /&gt;The ones you cannot search or add or see...&lt;br /&gt;You know whats more annoying? When you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;see their names and you know that they use fb but you cant see their dp or any info or anything at all..&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...ap koi Brad Pitt hain?&lt;br /&gt;You think that the purpose of my life is to stalk you day and night?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're so cool with your invisible dp?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you're a fucking douche.&lt;br /&gt;Especially dudes.&lt;br /&gt;Its more frustrating when guys do this gay shit.&lt;br /&gt;Im a girl. A good looking stalk-able girl. If Im okay with sharing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; of my profile with the world, you being a very unpopular average guy, have no right to go undercover.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the center of the universe you know. Stupid gay bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Grow some balls and be a little public you self obsessed vain idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Ghussa ara hai. Ek to maine search kara...itna effort...I never do that...and now that I did...all I get is "this douche is up his ass and so you cannot view his shit"&lt;br /&gt;stupidfuckingbenchoborntopissmeoff.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt gona fucking rape your boring soul. Add hi karti. Ya poke kardeti.&lt;br /&gt;Pata nai social network join kiu kartey hain fi they dont want to socialize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5632800071061738922?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5632800071061738922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5632800071061738922' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5632800071061738922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5632800071061738922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/fb-douche.html' title='fb Douche'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4851107708798942102</id><published>2011-05-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:05:27.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Heard you got that sticky</title><content type='html'>She want it, I can tell she want.&lt;br /&gt;Want me to push up on it u_u&lt;br /&gt;Bushra to itni cool hai. I dunno why I wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly cuz I was just telling Hareem that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyboo. I got shit yawl!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. My writer dude is pissing me off. Ek to he calls me boss sarcastically...He thinks hes so clever with it...but I know what he's doing...but I ignore it because I just want the work to be done on time. But. You see. Time. Here. In this region. Is plenty. You know what happens to things which are there in abundance, right? Like people. Just so many of them. It doesnt even matter. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you're not making any sense uzma&lt;/span&gt;. People should start taking deadlines more seriously. There is a reason why they're called DEADLINES! Paki people have to concept of deadlines, punctuality, and [insert something else to emphasize the importance of being on time]. She headed to the dance floor and she slowly started poppin' it. I just saw this girl's profile...we went to the same school...apparently we're friends. She looks exactly like bipasha basu...but better. Hot stuff. I like dudes. Speaking of dudes. There's one Im hating at the moment. Its all your fault dodi...and understanding just wont do it this time u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish this post in 15 minutes but there too many feelings oozing out to me. I just dont do myself justice at times. I dont know why my teachers keep saying that. Anyway. Did you notice I wrote anyboo earlier? I dont like anyboo. Anyway. We had to conduct an interview with a beggar, more of a biography, for my social psychology project. I have to present it this Friday. Stupid Fried eggs. teeh. So yes. Here's the thing. The beggar mafia or whatever mafia controlling beggars is so damn organized :O&lt;br /&gt;I interviewed around 5 of them and they ALL had a similar story to tell. Not just that. The other girls in my class who went to other areas for the same project also said that the stories are all the same. The most common one being that they began begging a couple of days back...they came to Karachi from khairpur, earn 150-300 per day, and have a bunch of sick people at home. Im not trying to make fun its just that this cant be a coincidence. I mean. Dude. Every beggar in Karachi has the same story to tell? I can write pages on this but you just lose interest after writing a report on it. Anyway. It was fun roaming around on the streets like that. Seven more minutes left. What should I talk about? My presentation or fb blue? I hate making decisions. I'll give you a tip. When making presentation, make sure to insert a pic of a nude chick...you'll end up getting full marks no matter how crappy the presentation is. Thats my trick this year. I try to involve topics like sexual harassment and torture in every presentation. Also nude chicks when appropriate. Though you may not find nude chicks appropriate at all. but in psychology, it is. And I end up scoring pretty awesome with very little effort. Okay. Times up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4851107708798942102?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4851107708798942102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4851107708798942102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4851107708798942102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4851107708798942102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/heard-you-got-that-sticky.html' title='Heard you got that sticky'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6104841577169388371</id><published>2011-05-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:42:14.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Tingling, bitches, and bba students...</title><content type='html'>I dont want to blog about this but I cant really focus or think much at the moment. Ye angraiz itne attentions seeking whores kiu hotey hain? I tried searching for something really serious and I couldnt find shit because of them.&lt;br /&gt;Heres the thing. I often get tingling feeling in my brain. Since that seizure thingie. I dont know if its just in my head because I cant tell because its never too...stimulating? So I just avoid it and try not to think about it. But this time its just not going away. Been two days. So I searched. And I realized that my tiredness, numbness in legs and arms, and my lack of ability to focus during the brain tingling thing are all related. But I would like to take a moment here to mention that my hair looks extremely sexy right now. A messy side bun is totally my thing. Anyway, about the tingling. Its better as I write but it was really bad in the afternoon. I couldnt even read memes. Anyway. The possible causes include: migraine, anxiety, depression, seizure, multiple sclerosis, and of course, schizophrenia. I should see a doctor? I would but I think its only cuz of the deficiency of B12 in my body. I have been skipping dinner for three days now. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the attention seeking whores. How I hate using the term because one of the bloggers I hate uses it quite a lot. What he doesnt know is that he too belongs to that group of bitches that he hates. Anyway. You wont believe the kind of shit I had to read to find out about my tingling. Im sure most of them dont even feel the shit because they wouldnt have written crap like "oh its like Im high...its like an orgasm". It most certainly is not. Not that I know what that would feel like. But its definitely not pleasurable. It significantly brings down my ability to comprehend. I just lost two days of by life to my attention seeking brain. But attention it did not get. Yes. I refuse to tell people the feeling and that way I dont get the attention and so the unconscious me loses. Hell yeah you better stay in the darkness. Anyway. Bhool gai. But while I was unable to write anything in the afternoon, I did make a failed attempt at funny. Here it is. It actually shows the annoying bitches in the psychology department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUnz7WE14jk/TcGZqcf0X1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/JDJVbWqiQYk/s1600/p1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUnz7WE14jk/TcGZqcf0X1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/JDJVbWqiQYk/s400/p1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602928365908811602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I actually heard some BBA students have the following "conversation" outside the cafe...and I still cant figure out why they laughed the way they did...may be it was an inside joke...but it dint seem that witty...pata nai...ajeeb hotey hain bba ke loag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpUlcS_sSY/TcGcfBzf0wI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E756RbcLopE/s1600/b1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpUlcS_sSY/TcGcfBzf0wI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E756RbcLopE/s400/b1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602931468299916034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6104841577169388371?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6104841577169388371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6104841577169388371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6104841577169388371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6104841577169388371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/tingling-bitches-and-bba-students.html' title='Tingling, bitches, and bba students...'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUnz7WE14jk/TcGZqcf0X1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/JDJVbWqiQYk/s72-c/p1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5350892826231341569</id><published>2011-05-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:12:40.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Cooler than you.</title><content type='html'>And so my happiness ends with the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But its not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;Im actually waiting for my cousins (Amna Hajira) to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird when young couples go out. Like for dinner or lunch or movies or whatever. Its so funny:\&lt;br /&gt;You dont see the funny part?&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain it. Its just funny looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher made me hate code switching the other day and since then Im trying hard not to do it. Apparently it shows lack of education and bad manners.&lt;br /&gt;My employee dude dint send the work, which he was supposed to send in yesterday, as yet which is now bugging me a little.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I not mention how cool I am now that I have an older dude working for me and I totally get to boss him around?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've hired an older dude to work for me and I totally get to boss him around ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Itni cool banti hoon mai uske samne:\&lt;br /&gt;Its fun.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be going to PSO next week for my business report. Cant wait. If they're nice to me I might just stay there. I love PSO. Its like my local Royal Dutch Shell Plc. Which reminds of Pierre Wack. I love Pierre Wack. When I grow up, I want to be a Pierre Wack. And I shall rule the Petroleum Industry of Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;Those bitches are late.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my grandmothers jewelery today which me all emo n blah and then I realized that gold doesn't suit me which reminded me of another friend because it doesn't suit her even more. But she still wears it. I dont even like gold that much. Only used to like my mommy's stuff. She had some cool stuff. A lot of it. And I had my eye on quite a few things that she owned. Too bad its all gone now that we're poor. But we wouldn't have been if we dint spend money like idiots for 16 years. Anyway. I did some calculations the other day and I realized that I earned 71k in three months but only have 7k in my account. Rest is gone. Most of it on food. Some of it on clothes. I eat too much. But the fun time is over. Need to collect 45k by June. And I will. Earning is not an issue. Saving it is. Why are they not here yet? I might as well write my account number and pin code here. Not that there's anything to steal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5350892826231341569?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5350892826231341569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5350892826231341569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5350892826231341569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5350892826231341569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/cooler-than-you.html' title='Cooler than you.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1156217539719469457</id><published>2011-04-29T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:26:54.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No yaYy=['/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgKYf5iz4ts/Tbss_RilkUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5GlGMqts7VA/s1600/article-0-0BD49F2E00000578-959_634x515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgKYf5iz4ts/Tbss_RilkUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5GlGMqts7VA/s400/article-0-0BD49F2E00000578-959_634x515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601120027117195586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad its a fruit cake..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1156217539719469457?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1156217539719469457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1156217539719469457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1156217539719469457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1156217539719469457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-bad-its-fruit-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgKYf5iz4ts/Tbss_RilkUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5GlGMqts7VA/s72-c/article-0-0BD49F2E00000578-959_634x515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8317623005833456701</id><published>2011-04-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:40:33.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>But anyway...</title><content type='html'>I want to publicly humiliate a fellow blogger being because he has been annoying me for more than three years now. But I dont want to because its not Ubee. The ratio of milk and Milo in my glass is not proportionate but its too late to do anything because I'm almost done with the damn thing. Anyway. Back to the annoying blogger dude. Well a couple of his friends read my blog at times I think and I dont want to offend them...umm...But I dont mind offending them. But its just that I'm gona have to talk about all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; which I dont want to. Anyway. So I wont be blogging about that attention seeking hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halwa puri.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone's asleep. My timings of life dont match with anyone in my house. When I wake up everyone else is asleep. And when they wake up its time for my nap. And then I wake up when they're all taking a nap. And then I go to sleep when their fun time begins. So yeah. Oh and its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; routine which is odd, not mine. But its kinda fun. That way I dont have to avoid any human contact. It automatically becomes impossible to communicate. I hate communication. And confrontations. Even though I believe that proper communication gets rid of half the problems between individuals. I also hate paper work. Filling forms and submitting and attaching all the documents and all that unnecessary crap they make me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people I'll have to hire for myself. How am I going to pay them all? A butler, a lawyer, a personal assistant.  Its 10:20 am and the whole city seems to be asleep. No ones online. No one ever is before noon. Anyway. I love &lt;strike&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt; people in uniform. Especially the navy ones. Have you ever seen them? They're adorable. Dont even want to imagine what their uniforms look like soaked in blood.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I came across this movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Super&lt;/span&gt;. Some German flick I think. Not the funny one. The creepy one. There's this old creepy dude and his fat old creepy wife obsessed with human organs. And then they find people and cut them open and feel their intestines n all. Creepy shit I tell you. Left me with a weird feeling. I've realized that I no longer have a taste for gore. Though the creepy serial killer stories still amuse me, I avoid watching them. Reading is fine. But if I'm fine imagining all the gore why am I not okay actually watching it?:\&lt;br /&gt;Oh the complicated machinations of my mind. I &amp;lt;3 Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;I also dont like using words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;anymore. I still say it. But in my head I'm all "that dint sound too good" so now I avoid saying all that. Crap is still fine. I'm afraid I'm turning into a lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8317623005833456701?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8317623005833456701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8317623005833456701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8317623005833456701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8317623005833456701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-anyway.html' title='But anyway...'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6401612346027061498</id><published>2011-04-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:51:51.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>Hate Post.</title><content type='html'>I've been trying for over two years to NOT do this publicly since we're related but..just...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Amna. Know my cousin &lt;a href="http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cousin.html"&gt;Amna&lt;/a&gt;? Yes. Her.&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who annoy. I've known them all my life. But She is the only one who makes me want to put myself on fire and scream and run on the road and die.&lt;br /&gt;Know whats more frustrating?&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain what it is about ehr that annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;Im just really out of words when it comes to her.&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even begin?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fuck real life. We only meed once a month. And we have fun. Shes funny. But.&lt;br /&gt;B.U.T. Okay. Never mind life. Lets just stick with facebook.&lt;br /&gt;You know I've actually blocked her from my newsfeed because her annoying statuses and comments and likes and pics really ruin my day. Like they actually put me in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I know dont know how she does it.&lt;br /&gt;Just. Okay. Lets begin from her status updates.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you're wondering why Im pissed off suddenly...Thye dint visit for a while so i thought I'd say 'Hey' but I dont feel like having a conversation so I decided to drop a hello on her wall. And now Im pissed off.Here's a list of her recent fb statuses. Oh, also do notice that all these updates took place on the same date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoY86SunyB8/TbNXxyi7UwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mQpyEhjC3bI/s1600/status.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoY86SunyB8/TbNXxyi7UwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mQpyEhjC3bI/s400/status.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598915274645132034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...you may ask. But all the dumb bitches do that, what is so annoying about this particular one?&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Amna. What can I say about my beautiful cousin Amna.&lt;br /&gt;Shes not dumb. Nor stupid. Quite sharp actually. A quick learner. But you see. When you combine sharp with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benightedness &lt;/span&gt;[Yea I had to google that one], you get an Amna. I really cant think of anyone like her:\&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain her personality. Rather personalities. Okay Im not gona get personal and talk about her vanity and secret evilness that she herself is not aware of. Nor am I gona comment on her selfishness and narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that...she has asked a lot of question in the past few years. Here are a few examples [Im seriously not making these up]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a do-chi? [douche]&lt;br /&gt;You people study about the rapists? [therapist]&lt;br /&gt;What does 'up yours' mean?&lt;br /&gt;What's a doody? [Dude]&lt;br /&gt;What's a dodety? [Dudette]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think of all the stupid things she asks me...but here's a conversation I had with her about two years back [We were 20].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna: Uzma...Why do you tear the pages of your calender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm..what am I supposed do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna: You can use the calender next year...itna acha to hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahahahahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna: What? Im serious...If you dont want to use it given it to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amna: han mujhe de dena dont tear the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously not making this up. It actually happened. And there are so many things. I cant remember much right now. But you have a little idea about her now right? No scroll back up and read her status updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Also, she begs me to comment on her status and pics and shits and asks me to like shits and then she uses my phrases and acts like hot shit but I dont care about that. Its just that. She pretends to be so cool in front of people. And you point it out she makes a joke out of it and makes it all haha. And then she uses big words and is continuously trying to make me look bad cuz I point out her oh so obvious grammatical errors. And puts up all my bad pics and then comments like hot shit. Just. And asks me how to reply to a person who uses words that have more than 6 letters. And she doesnt even know the difference between words and letters. ANd then she claims she knows me inside out. ARRRGHHH. Shes just so annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a good time with her. She's hilarious:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6401612346027061498?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6401612346027061498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6401612346027061498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6401612346027061498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6401612346027061498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/hate-post.html' title='Hate Post.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoY86SunyB8/TbNXxyi7UwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mQpyEhjC3bI/s72-c/status.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8107344649746535935</id><published>2011-04-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:53:03.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Just decreasing the quality of the blog.</title><content type='html'>I feel freeeeee ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I like friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things coming up in the next three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to extract the funny out of all the events once they happen.&lt;br /&gt;But for now.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is quitting. Says she cant handle all the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Says wont be able to handle Maths and Economics. And Im like :\&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the shit we study is easy as a tramp.&lt;br /&gt;She just needs some motivation.&lt;br /&gt;I would've done something about it but Im really tired of texting.&lt;br /&gt;So Im gona give her the weekend. Hopefully she'll change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise...well...I still dont feel like advising n shit. None of my business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My real problem is that now I dont have a project partner.&lt;br /&gt;Blah de bleh bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Also...aj kal thora hypersomnia sa hogaya hai.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is...dil nai chata sone ka:\&lt;br /&gt;Which is very odd given that I dont enjoy being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Project Partner needed. Just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing all the work of course.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Also...where are all the people who used to be around? Insane. Meow. Richa. Roshni is still around. Her name is Rabia :O&lt;br /&gt;Hope it wasnt a secret:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8107344649746535935?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8107344649746535935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8107344649746535935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8107344649746535935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8107344649746535935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-decreasing-quality-of-blog.html' title='Just decreasing the quality of the blog.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-3814621560048575743</id><published>2011-04-21T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:13:09.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Story Time. Non-Fiction.</title><content type='html'>Im a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to that bitch. She wasnt as bitchy as I expected her to be.&lt;br /&gt;All the students of third semester hate me. They have their reasons.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of their marks got deducted cuz of me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people take feelings so seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Something so temporary shouldn't be given that much importance.&lt;br /&gt;I do terrible things to people just cuz Im bored.&lt;br /&gt;People should know better than to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Rida keeps talking about karma.&lt;br /&gt;I think Im its next victim.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, life hasn't always been awesome so bring it on bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting close to people makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;Something's seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I always kick away genuine awesomeness coming my way and then close the door behind it and lock it and let the awesomeness knock its knuckles out till its flesh is smeared and the skeleton turns into dust.&lt;br /&gt;I are so fucked up up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like people who try too hard to be funny. And sensitive people. And needy people. I really hope I dont turn into one. Im tired. I dont want to sleep. I've done something really cunningly stupid and bitchy. Simply because I dint have anything interesting to do.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I dont like being free. I shouldn't have taken the month off. I always end up doing something stupid and someone always ends up getting hurt. And then I have to hurt them even more to make them feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I shoot you in the knee and then say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry I must leave now&lt;/span&gt; and then you beg me to stay and Im like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont want to hurt you anymore&lt;/span&gt; and then youre like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please stay&lt;/span&gt; and Im like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude...blood makes me sick&lt;/span&gt; and you're confused because it was my idea to throw in some blood and you're like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Im hurt&lt;/span&gt; so I feel bad and Im all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay Ima pull out this bullet now &lt;/span&gt;and youre like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but theres no anesthesia oh wretched one &lt;/span&gt;and Im like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'dude...I've doen this before &lt;/span&gt;and youre like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no dont touch it Im fine just please dont leave me alone &lt;/span&gt;and then I have to tie you down but there are no ropes so I have to use a hammer and nails to pin you down so you dont move and pull out the bullet with pliers and youre screaming and Im ignoring cuz I know you will feel better eventually but you just want it to end and just when you think its over I take out a needle and thread to stitch back the wound and you're like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you doing this to me?&lt;/span&gt; Im like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude...please...stop being so dramatic&lt;/span&gt; and then I fix the wound and leave and you're left with is a scar and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. That pretty much explains my past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I dont like friends who ask for too many favors, no matter how small, too often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-3814621560048575743?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3814621560048575743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=3814621560048575743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3814621560048575743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3814621560048575743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-time-non-fiction.html' title='Story Time. Non-Fiction.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-133312856263778321</id><published>2011-04-20T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:33:10.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Deprivation</title><content type='html'>I was gonna write something really funny but I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;You shall now be deprived of my funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a paper on deprivation model once. Paid well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-133312856263778321?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/133312856263778321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=133312856263778321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/133312856263778321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/133312856263778321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/deprivation.html' title='Deprivation'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2751299727246473794</id><published>2011-04-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:50:44.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But whats the title got to do with the post?'/><title type='text'>Mob Behaviour.</title><content type='html'>You know what I  hate?&lt;br /&gt;Loud fancy charity crap.&lt;br /&gt;Its all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Charity mela, charity dance party, charity liquor, charity movie night, charity nude show.&lt;br /&gt;An excuse for everyone to party like like theyre fighting a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres this Self-Righteous Princess of Pretentious Ville that I know. I think we all know one of those. You know the kind of person who just deserves to be in a better place and just knows better than everyone and knows everything thats wrong with the world and how everyone is not doing things right and has standards that just cannot be matched by anyone...especially a paki?&lt;br /&gt;Yeeaaa....Ima punch her one of these days. But shes like a bit athletic so Im afraid she'll punch me back:\&lt;br /&gt;I mean...even when shes having a normal conversation its like shes giving a presidential speech...and she never smiles...shes actually an IBA rejectee...if thats a real word. Must be hard for her to adjust in Bahria...but c'mon...get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Itni annoying lagti haai....Id mimic her for you if I had a cam. I do it so well...makes them laugh every time ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a very...diverse sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Princes...well...thats about it. Theres not much to her besides her smugness.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2751299727246473794?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2751299727246473794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2751299727246473794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2751299727246473794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2751299727246473794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/mob-behaviour.html' title='Mob Behaviour.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4165790498263789503</id><published>2011-04-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:46:53.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Bullshit.'/><title type='text'>Serious rant. Ignore.</title><content type='html'>Know how I always start things I have no intentions of finishing? And then suggest things I have no intentions of doing? And then lead people into believing silly things that I dont believe myself? Yeah I should probably stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I dont have anything funny or interesting to write so now is the time to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been in a weird state. Not myself. All nice and social.&lt;br /&gt;I made FIVE friends last week. Good friends. I dint make that many friends in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;And there are at least 3 to 5 people attached to each one of these five friends.&lt;br /&gt;So just imagine the number of times I have "hey" and "sup" on my way to the class.&lt;br /&gt;Being social makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont have a choice cuz you need at least one friend in each course so you can ask for help or whatever or project shitty crap shit. Crappy shitty poopy de poo. Shitty crappy bloody shitty poop. Poop filled shitty crappy shit. Shitty de crappy de dung poo. Dung de poopy de pooy crap. Yeah thats whats going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this dissociative state more than depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, we're going to giddu poo (giddu bandar) on Saturday. That mental asylum in Hydrabad. I understand if you dont exactly see that as the brighter side. But I cant wait to go. I think it'll help me get over my pathetic self. Ive heard that the last they went..most of the students went mute for a week. Im sure they're exaggerating. But whatever. I might even stay back if I get too many sketching inspirations. I could use some right now. Oh Boo Hoo Uzma get a fucking life -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, I found this piece of shit that I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun came out from behind me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at my shadow or me?&lt;br /&gt;If the person you saw was dressed in rags like me,&lt;br /&gt;would you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the colors of lie had faded&lt;br /&gt;from your mortality like life for me,&lt;br /&gt;would you rather die or become like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for the sun to set like it has&lt;br /&gt;for me,&lt;br /&gt;would you stay here, here in this abandoned world of souls,&lt;br /&gt;or leave like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4165790498263789503?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4165790498263789503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4165790498263789503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4165790498263789503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4165790498263789503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/serious-rant-ignore.html' title='Serious rant. Ignore.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8636082168621330789</id><published>2011-04-13T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:28:21.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Forced post - cuz Im afraid it'll fade away</title><content type='html'>I feel stupid putting up with all this.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lash out on someone.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have time to sketch it out.&lt;br /&gt;Itne koi annoying loag haina.&lt;br /&gt;And Im so much more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay because Im easy to ignore since Im not loud or all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;They're so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone in my university so happy?&lt;br /&gt;What are they so happy about?&lt;br /&gt;They're at Bahria not Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And yet there is at least ONE individual in almost all my classes that I am jealous of.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres this girl right...shes one of those people who think they're doing humanity a favor by existing. Anyway...shes annoying. Now now...its not just her smug walk. Thats not reason enough. We had our Management presentation bla bla bla and guess what she did? She took someone's thesis from the internet and just made her presentation on that...and here I was doing my own damn research making my own damn hypothesis coming with my own fucking solutions. But that was Okay. Until. One day. The marks were announced. I got 4.5 (out of 5) and Im like...yeah Bitch top that...and then suddenly she got 5.&lt;br /&gt;Plagiarism bhi koi cheez hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So now I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;Also there this other umm...not a bitch. Shes not even stupid. Just. Um. Damn I cant think of anything clever and insulting:\&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll write about her once I know what to call her.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to study for my exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mids.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bio.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fancy ass terms in bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, do notice my fb hotness.&lt;br /&gt;**If you find it absurd, refrain from expressing yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8636082168621330789?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8636082168621330789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8636082168621330789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8636082168621330789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8636082168621330789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/forced-post-cuz-im-afraid-itll-fade.html' title='Forced post - cuz Im afraid it&apos;ll fade away'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4589116097745059868</id><published>2011-03-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:43:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Eggs.</title><content type='html'>I wrote this big ass post and then something happened and its gone. And now Im going to write it all over again because not blogging about stuff makes me anxious since I have so many opinions about so many things and I dont want to bore anyone in real life. You're welcome. Its been ten days you know. I missed you bloggie=[&lt;br /&gt;Okay no.&lt;br /&gt;I just end up taking more work than I can handle. And then I procrastinate to make the whole thing worse. But that doesnt concern you. Nothing on this blog does. Anyway. Lets take on thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo Religious People Dudes. I dont want to point any sect in particular and I dont want to discriminate and I dont want to sound like a hater. But. Um. How do I say this without sounding like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka'afir&lt;/span&gt;. Why are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shia&lt;/span&gt; people so in my face with their beliefs? Why so often? I mean...we're all familiar with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muharram&lt;/span&gt; grandiosity. Once a year is alright. I hug once a year. I taste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaleji&lt;/span&gt; once a year. I fall in love once a year. Once a year is acceptable. But...since muharram, I have witnessed at least four public displays of religious craziness. Why so often? Why howl and cry on loud speakers? Why on a Saturday man? Do you know Saturday comes after five long working days? Followed by a Sunday? After which the vicious cycle of working days begin all over again? Fried egg. Fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;Just...you're getting annoying alright. And the bad part, you cant say anything because it is religious. The best you can do is ignore. Only if I could turn off my ears. Loud speakers should be banned in this country. We're not educated enough to handle such tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of other things i wanted to talk about but Im tired. Rida and I had a little tea party today. We had pizza and that fajita filled bread thing and the chicken pie thingie thing and chocolate tart and dark chocolate brownie and white chocolate mousse[which sucked] and pineapple cake [which sucked so much more] and chocolate chip cookies...oh ze cookies. I like cookies. Cookies I like.&lt;br /&gt;You know the mere thought of having good food makes me smile sheepishly like an 18 year old boy makes his 16 year old girl smile by suggesting something dirty for the first time in public. And I dont even like cats that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4589116097745059868?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4589116097745059868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4589116097745059868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4589116097745059868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4589116097745059868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/fried-eggs.html' title='Fried Eggs.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2270957782938326027</id><published>2011-03-18T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:59:19.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Edited*</title><content type='html'>I like the way You grind with that booty on me.&lt;br /&gt;Shorty you a dime why you looking lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Im too busy to be doing this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right Im showing off. But you wouldnt know what Im showing off about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets just say my teeny tiny hypothetical organization is expanding and generating great revenues for the shareholders. And by shareholders I mean me and my awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Go buy another round and its all on me.&lt;br /&gt;As long as Im around put it down on me. Or dont. Whatever. Like I said. Im busy.&lt;br /&gt;*snickers*&lt;br /&gt;OMG CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to cover up the lameness, I shall upload my latest sketch.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me....there's this random dodo at my university who saw me sketching and asked "wow...tum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diagrams&lt;/span&gt; bhi banati ho?"&lt;br /&gt;So here's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diagram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJhntF4NL8/TYM6Sdva1EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tONyb3J87GI/s1600/150320111619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJhntF4NL8/TYM6Sdva1EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tONyb3J87GI/s400/150320111619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585372051765122114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2270957782938326027?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2270957782938326027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2270957782938326027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2270957782938326027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2270957782938326027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dunno.html' title='Edited*'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFJhntF4NL8/TYM6Sdva1EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tONyb3J87GI/s72-c/150320111619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5480754641743762794</id><published>2011-03-11T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:07:47.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Senses desensitized.</title><content type='html'>My oral communication class has made me realize that I may not be as confident as I like to think I am. I've also learned that Im always nervous and guarded even when Im talking to family members. Even though the nervousness is &lt;strike&gt;subconscious&lt;/strike&gt; [hate the stupid term] unconscious its not cool. Im just really glad that people here dont know much about body language n all that fancy psychological stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I know I have an opportunity to have total control on myself and improve and bull but knowing that Ive actually not been the master of myself all these years is rather upsetting because Ive been under that impression all my life. Anyway, I would rather not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have this weird obsession with desensitization. My mums claustrophobia is now getting worse. So much that she's having trouble falling asleep with the closed door. Remember how I dont have my own room and have to share one with my mom? Yeah. So I cant sleep when the door or any window is open...so its kind of frustrating. Anyway, the point is...I was telling her how she should consider systematic desensitization to get rid of the fear and try sleeping in a grave-like box. She, of course, freaked out. I dont see anything wrong with the idea. There are two possible outcomes to this situation: You conquer your fear; Your fear conquers you [resulting in death]. Either way, it gets rid of the problem. So I was wondering, does the process apply to feelings as well? Because I think it does.&lt;br /&gt;Like...okay...I've tried it a couple of times and it actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I think non-stop...yea..so I often stumble on very disturbing thoughts that really creep me out...Like I used to have this thought, when my cousin was born two years back, that Im standing on a bride, holding her in my hands, which is built over this deep scary sea. And its really really dark and all I can hear is the sound of the gushing waves against the pillars of the bridge and then suddenly my cousin slips out of my hands. The thought scared the shit out of me and I couldnt stop thinking about it. Eventually I got tired of ignoring and decided to let go. Every time it came to my mind I made sure I think the whole thing through from her dropping to drowning to picturing how dark it was beneath and the branches that she'd get caught in and the water reaching her ears and brain and every possible detail that you can imagine...and now the thought doesnt bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for feelings [except for physical pain]...I'd elaborate but the examples are a little personal. But the process has helped me become apathetic toward a lot of things and people and feelings associated with those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wana study this shit in detail once Im a pro and come up with a way to get rid of nauseating emotional feelings everyone keeps complaining about like hurt and depression and betrayal and um...whatever negative feelings that people have.&lt;br /&gt;I know I dint quite make the case up there but I dint write it right. I mean...the theory is not based on this nor am I referring to systematic desensitization in particular. Also, you're not my professor. I have it all worked out in my head. Well, parts of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5480754641743762794?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5480754641743762794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5480754641743762794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5480754641743762794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5480754641743762794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/senses-desensitized.html' title='Senses desensitized.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1608756006750886262</id><published>2011-03-09T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:26:32.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix8e-R-DUdk/TXfUWdXJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eQFpGxD4RiQ/s1600/humiliationdemotivationalposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khIY_-A3vAU/TXfUA5il2HI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HIiw6jKQWyQ/s400/bloggingdemotivationalposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582163375060015218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1apZzPBWF9o/TXfS_0x7EyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tZAo0faeYuA/s1600/bloggingdemotivationalposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1608756006750886262?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1608756006750886262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1608756006750886262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1608756006750886262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1608756006750886262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix8e-R-DUdk/TXfUWdXJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eQFpGxD4RiQ/s72-c/humiliationdemotivationalposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2276309860915495543</id><published>2011-03-09T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:56:33.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>Abdullah:&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe bhook lagi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma:&lt;br /&gt;mujhe bhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah:&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma:&lt;br /&gt;So you're just gona be sad and not do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah:&lt;br /&gt;i could write a blogpost about it&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid it might change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2276309860915495543?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2276309860915495543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2276309860915495543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2276309860915495543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2276309860915495543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7668989795104923712</id><published>2011-03-09T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:48:38.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Waan!</title><content type='html'>Mujhe bhi hot fb dp chaye.&lt;br /&gt;But Im too lazy to click one and too obnoxious for anyone else to take it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I say inappropriate things when exposed to emotional social situation which results in an awkward silence. I hate awkward silence. Its so uncomfortable and awkward. And long.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Im hating my job. Its only good as long as I dont get a revision. Revisions suck. Everyone who has demanded a revision on my awesome work deserves hell for not doing the work themselves and being stupid enough to rely on a stranger for their grade. Also, they all deserve to fail.&lt;br /&gt;I wana sub.&lt;br /&gt;I also wana laptop and a goddamnmemorycardbenchoabouttime!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I get confused when someone tries to be 'nice' to me...not knowing the intentions of the subject makes me uncomfortable. I have no one to go to dunkin donuts with me for breakfast. I have decided to go alone whenever I can because an omwich is totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;nice legs, daisy dukes, makes a man go *woot woot*&lt;br /&gt;Also, pizza jelly FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Aishwarya Rai is the most annoying person alive. I hate how she giggles and chews an imaginary bubble while she talks.&lt;br /&gt;My management teacher is the Bomb. She the prettiest thing Ive seen.&lt;br /&gt;I also like egg n butter.&lt;br /&gt;I just did a revision and Im going to get an another revision on that revision.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wana quit.&lt;br /&gt;Do your own damn work bitch.&lt;br /&gt;But how else will I earn and pay my god damn fees?&lt;br /&gt;Low cut, see through shirts that make you *woot woot*&lt;br /&gt;Thats the way they all come through like *woot woot* *woot woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, no one understands me and Im tired of being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Haan pata hai. Bus chup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, dont you dare call my work redundant!&lt;br /&gt;YOU EXISTENCE IS REDUNDANT BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7668989795104923712?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7668989795104923712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7668989795104923712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7668989795104923712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7668989795104923712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/waan.html' title='Waan!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2910857116918819210</id><published>2011-03-05T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:23:43.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Its not exactly hilarious but it'll do..</title><content type='html'>Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;Jalebi khao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt;Nahin, pappar khaoun ga abhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;do you just chew or swallow as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt;chew and swallow both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;I just chew&lt;br /&gt;and spit it out on a target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt;Pappar?&lt;br /&gt;Or paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay wait&lt;br /&gt;I think I made a boo boo&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt; why would i plan on eating paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;thats what I was wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt;I like cheapmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzma says:&lt;br /&gt;so moanstream -.-&lt;br /&gt;main*&lt;br /&gt;MAINSTREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah says:&lt;br /&gt;Moanstream.&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2910857116918819210?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2910857116918819210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2910857116918819210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2910857116918819210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2910857116918819210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-exactly-hilarious-but-itll-do.html' title='Its not exactly hilarious but it&apos;ll do..'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-3701923663328211080</id><published>2011-02-27T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:37:41.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Im not me here.</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be extremely gay and I request you to not use it  for any future reference because it is very phasal...and by that I mean  its just a phase and it'll go away and I know its not a real word bitch  thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this day would come but it has. And...its disturbing how  the period between these phases is getting shorter and shorter and it  sucks. But Im just really...craving for a baby right now...I mean...it  used to be hot chocolate milk but things have changed...I  just...really.....waaanaaaaa baaabyyyyy T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shut up Uzma what the fuck is wrong with you...whatever happened to being the nex...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I just get one at a grocery store? Not an orphan. Dont want an  orphan. Just like...you know...nicely packed in a fancy box with  instructions...like a brand new one...the one you have to give an  electric shock to bring to life...and then it'll stay alive  forever...but you get to see when it comes to life...and you get to give  it the sock...you know...I want four of those...&lt;br /&gt;I saw such a cute baby today...I want one like that...and another one  with curls...and a bald one...and one with big dark eyes and one with  tiny eyes and full lips...just...I really wana hug a baby...Im tired of  pillows...PILLOWS DONT GOO GOO GA GA TO MEEE T__T&lt;br /&gt;And I still dont wana get married...I dont want to wake up next to the  same person everyday for the rest of my life...and I dont wana dress up  for a wedding...and I dont want all those annoying family occasions and  shit...just get me a god damn baby and leave me alone and then get me  another baby after two years...preferably a pair of twins...&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanaa waaant aaall thiiis T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-3701923663328211080?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3701923663328211080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=3701923663328211080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3701923663328211080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3701923663328211080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-me-here.html' title='Im not me here.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4507292362901673983</id><published>2011-02-23T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T07:32:17.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No yaYy=['/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>The Fall.</title><content type='html'>Oh how everyone loves looking at me Oh me and my limelight Oh me and my natural stardom *looks away and fans with hand*&lt;br /&gt;So I was just walking down the stairs with that smug like air around me and an "Im too smart to be here" look on my face right...as I was walking toward heaven through clouds something weird happened and I slipped.&lt;br /&gt;And then I fell down. And then suddenly I was on the concrete floor. And then there was a silence. And then everyone was gazing at me. And then everyone got back to their senses. Then they all  pretended that they dint see anything. One guy, who was walking right behind me, got so embarrassed that he turned around and went back upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting expecting loud chuckles and lots of pointing but none of that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Its better when they laugh you know...Not like it was my first public fall or anything...I keep falling here n there...especially when Im dressed up for a wedding or eid...but people laugh and I get a little embarrassed and then I laugh along...but these kids were like...polite...I know its funny...just laugh and get it over with...dont look away and make me feel worse &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my first creep encounter yesterday...but it was rather boring. The only thing I remember about him is that he smelled like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rooh Afza&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanted to write something funny about it cuz the situation was all odd and shit but...&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the corner, waiting for van, listening to the radio, sketching, being awesome...and a walking talking rooh afza comes up to me and starts talking...oh Oh I just remembered the conversation...kind of...it was a long conversation but I'll just write  the bit that I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: So you like sketching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: Thats a very sad sketch...its saying something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: So which semester you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: first, second, third, sixth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a minute later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: So how come you're in all those semesters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ive already done my graduation blah blah long story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooh Afza: Oh...you must be older than me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I must be...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he walked away without saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...wtf yaar? Ajeeb creepy admi tha. Loser ka bacha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My butt hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4507292362901673983?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4507292362901673983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4507292362901673983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4507292362901673983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4507292362901673983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/fall.html' title='The Fall.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6199245879550949214</id><published>2011-02-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:03:12.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaYy'/><title type='text'>You've got to believe!</title><content type='html'>OMG all this action on my blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Three comments and 40 followers...? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I dint get three comments on a post in like...FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, down to business.&lt;br /&gt;Its my second week in the university and Im finally adjusting to the crappy-ness of the place.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not that crappy but....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so Ive dropped courses right...so I have each class with a different semester which means new faces in every class which means no permanent friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was alone for the first week sitting in the corner minding my own business. But then I realized that you need stuff to survive...like...you need to copy the notes from people and borrow stuff and shit so you HAVE to have friends. So I decided to flaunt my awesomeness and now Im like the coolest thing that happened there.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...may be not but I have friends now.&lt;br /&gt;But...thats like...blah...I actually wanted to introduce to you the future psychologists of Pakistan that I have the honor of studying with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future Child-Clinical Neuropsychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ...so what kind of tissue do we have in our bladder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius N: Absorbing Tissue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future Social Psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ...how will you relate the evolutionary theory with the case of the suicide bomber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius S: May be his ancestors were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mullahs&lt;/span&gt; and so he had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mullah&lt;/span&gt; genes in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future Organization Psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What does a manager do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius M: Manage stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Okay...how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius M: By managing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, that our future is bright. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, that everything is going to be alright. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, that nothing can stop us from progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because...75 + 75 is 180!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I feel obligated to justify my statement in the last post and tell you how I dint mean that the change of zodiac sign is annoying but the fact that people are believing that shit without google-ing! I really dont want to go into the whole tropical and sidereal astrology but...you know. Just wanted to tell that I know. I think I have a complex of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My awsomeness should overshadow that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6199245879550949214?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6199245879550949214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6199245879550949214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6199245879550949214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6199245879550949214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-got-to-believe.html' title='You&apos;ve got to believe!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4621019266064782156</id><published>2011-02-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:59:46.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaYy'/><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine :D</title><content type='html'>HEY ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I care...because its not always rainbows and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the university today just to find out that I do not have a class today. Now I knew that but I went hoping that they would fit me in somewhere with the seniors yada yada long story. So yea...I went for breakfast. Alone. And I had a great time. And I wanted to go to a library for some reason and read something awesome but I dint, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been listening to the radio all this time...Light janay wali hai so I have to make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard that Ali Zafars song which is supposed to be  for the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Its really getting on my nerves. So lolly!&lt;br /&gt;I love cheese n egg n mayo.&lt;br /&gt;And I like lots of sugar in my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Ali Zafar. The song pops up after every ten minutes on one of the radio stations.&lt;br /&gt;I'd totally marry food if I could.&lt;br /&gt;ONly five minutes rehtey hain...I dint even whine about the change of zodiac sign shit that has been  annoying me forever....Ooooh.....I hate leaving it incomplete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4621019266064782156?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4621019266064782156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4621019266064782156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4621019266064782156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4621019266064782156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning-sunshine-d.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine :D'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-9094445609437435524</id><published>2011-02-15T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:47:36.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Skip to the third para for bitch talk.</title><content type='html'>I WENT OUT TODAY :O&lt;br /&gt;Merey kid cousins ke sath...they insisted and I just couldnt say no.&lt;br /&gt;Dodging car is fun. And then I was being really cool so I tried this totally Bad Ass joy ride that no one else would try. I just wasnt expecting it to go upside down...but then it went upside down and round right round when you go down when you go down down...and then my cell phone fell out of my very tight jeans [I really dont know how]...and then I was about to die...and then my loud screams turned into "I DROPPED MY CELL PHONE...AMI MERA CELL...JUNAID PICK UP MY CELL PHONE...MERAA CELL UTHAO KOI GIR GAYAA....WHERE IS MY CELL PHONE..."and then my mom [like always] thought I'd faint and fall out of the thing [its really getting embarrassing now] so she asked the dude controlling the thing to stop it and then he had to stop and then I got out of the thing and there was a huge crowd standing there watching me. But it was fun. I totally LMFAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;University.&lt;br /&gt;Its boring. And tiring. And crowded. But none of that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;What matters are my high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting an awesome cafeteria that serves good food.&lt;br /&gt;But forget the food. I can do without food. For a few hours. I can take my own lunch. I can also go out for lunch from time to time. But then there is this thing called Milo.&lt;br /&gt;Milo, for me, is love.&lt;br /&gt;Milo is my jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Milo is my happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated when the cafeteria dude said "Im sorry but we dont keep milo...wana try juice?"&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a fuck ass university doesnt keep Milo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that...nothing significant happened. There are plenty of annoying chicks and irritating guys. People in my class confused the introductory class with and autobiographical class and shared their very forgettable life experiences.  Besides this one guy who decided to use the word  "testosterone" in his introduction which made him a little less  forgettable than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;The introductory class helped me develop a better understanding of the people that I will be dealing with in the near future. Most of the students in my class are like Bella - naive, "different", and hungry for love. The good part is that I will be attending classes with the seniors from Thursday...but here's the catch...the seniors are like Hannah Montana - unintelligent, self-obsessed, and confident. You have no idea how frustrating the combination can be.&lt;br /&gt;But all the teachers are good for a change which makes the whole thing a little bearable. They actually know what they're teaching. I can go on and on about it but the post is getting long. I dont like long posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-9094445609437435524?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9094445609437435524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=9094445609437435524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9094445609437435524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9094445609437435524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-na-na.html' title='Skip to the third para for bitch talk.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5726854667447456110</id><published>2011-02-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:24:31.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Lets get down to business.</title><content type='html'>Today sucked. But I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day at the university. Im gona try not to write uni.&lt;br /&gt;I dint eat anything the whole day because of all the stuff n all and then I ate too much at night.&lt;br /&gt;Itna cheesy sa home made pizza and then extra cheesy sub. Weight kaisey lose hoga?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Kal maza ayega. But not so much. Because I have to wake up early and I will be all sleepy and tired. And then classes itni sari itni lambi...suddenly to maza nai ata phir.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wana get ragged. But I doubt if anyone will because I have this bitchy angry expression on my face. So people avoid messing with me. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go late but my mum is &lt;strike&gt;up my arse&lt;/strike&gt; making a big deal out of it since I missed the orientation and other important days and had a little trouble n all. But I know a girl there so I can take stuff or whatever from her so now I can totally afford to go late but nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wana push the previous post down because its too much color. I dont like colors on my blog. They make my eyes very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;This should be long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to meet some annoying people soon because its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure something annoying will happen tomorrow since it valentines n all.&lt;br /&gt;Acha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5726854667447456110?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5726854667447456110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5726854667447456110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5726854667447456110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5726854667447456110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-get-down-to-business.html' title='Lets get down to business.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8197693621772804701</id><published>2011-02-11T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:40:55.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No yaYy=['/><title type='text'>Cleanin out my closet</title><content type='html'>My university starts from Monday right....[OMG Ima finally do my OWN homework ^.^]&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to fix my closet and see what clothes I have...But then I realized that I dont have clothes...at all.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of never really needed them since I dont wear them that often. I actually had to make new clothes when I joined the office. Wait...what? You dont really wear clothes? Well, I do, of course. I mean...you know...who wears them properly at home? Orange pjs and a parrot green kurta with a ripped sleeve is like a grand Chanel gown for me. This is what I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome comfy pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5ESCTS8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CB-BTh58Gaw/s1600/100220111573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5ESCTS8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CB-BTh58Gaw/s320/100220111573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572422859664608194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skimpy tops that I cant wear in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5ZalX96I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZSokbYO5Nv0/s1600/100220111575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5ZalX96I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZSokbYO5Nv0/s320/100220111575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572423222736451490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate tops without bottoms or dupattas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5qM04wQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Esc1KIwQ4Aw/s1600/100220111577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5qM04wQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Esc1KIwQ4Aw/s320/100220111577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572423511101194498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable proper clothes that I wont wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SX0DsJTF5fY/TVU6Jh3U6vI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0J25X0gewSs/s1600/100220111585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SX0DsJTF5fY/TVU6Jh3U6vI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0J25X0gewSs/s320/100220111585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572424049324518130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nice fancy stuff that Im saving for occasions that I will never attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XPZJzrV9_4/TVU6dlg5j0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/j1SuSMHOPcM/s1600/100220111582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XPZJzrV9_4/TVU6dlg5j0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/j1SuSMHOPcM/s320/100220111582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572424393901576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since Im uploading pics...heres the pizza that I made [Khe Khe Abeer J]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU61EaUuYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nqfwsME7o74/s1600/050220111565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU61EaUuYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nqfwsME7o74/s320/050220111565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572424797332486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I brag n shit...But I dont have much dressing sense. And Im okay with that. I dont care if Im the best or worst dressed in the room. My intelligence makes up for it...or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;Im really excited to back to college after a year n all...but dressing up everyday is really gona suck. Roz roz kaun loser tayaar hota hai? Roz roz kaun loser baal banata hai?&lt;br /&gt;Mai to nai karu gi. Okay may be I will...But I wont have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Back in my college...girls used to straighten their hair at 7:30 in the morning. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Thats Seven Thirty AM in the Morning!&lt;br /&gt;Who does that? I dont know how to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The pizza sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8197693621772804701?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8197693621772804701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8197693621772804701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8197693621772804701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8197693621772804701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/cleanin-out-my-closet.html' title='Cleanin out my closet'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TVU5ESCTS8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/CB-BTh58Gaw/s72-c/100220111573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4342689152012818415</id><published>2011-02-09T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:22:10.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>03:22 AM</title><content type='html'>I was writing a paper on something about killing and morals and ethics...or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Now Im going to turn off the computer and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4342689152012818415?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4342689152012818415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4342689152012818415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4342689152012818415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4342689152012818415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/0322-am.html' title='03:22 AM'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7426639887352507802</id><published>2011-02-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:20:13.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Kiss Me!&lt;br /&gt;Lick your cigarette then kiss me!&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;You're so cheap Uzma -.-&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me where your eye wont meet me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I still check out my old company's account &lt;strike&gt;and steal their papers&lt;/strike&gt;...and I just found out that the new company Im working for is actually owned by the same boss and its him that Im actually working for. Ehe.&lt;br /&gt;Its funney ^.^&lt;br /&gt;He could've told me you know -.-&lt;br /&gt;I mean I would've done it anyway. But whatever. But he doesnt know that I know. And Im planing to have a little fun now ^.^&lt;br /&gt;But it must really hurt to pay me 3 dollars a page since I used to work for like a 100 rs per page. Ehe.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever...Meet me where your mind wont kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Lick your eyes and Mine and then Hit me ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Uzma! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7426639887352507802?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7426639887352507802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7426639887352507802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7426639887352507802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7426639887352507802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-kiss-me-lick-your-cigarette-then.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7618411302450865430</id><published>2011-02-06T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:06:49.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Chronic Perversion</title><content type='html'>Me: Have you heard 'raise your weapon' by dead mou5e? I love that song its really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo: mhmm...what kind of good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like nice grunge sad sort good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo: No...is it like dirty good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? No...what do you mean dirty good? How can it be....oh...OH...ew..Noooooo you perv :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo: Its not my fault...what kind of name is that....Raise your weapon...what else am I supposed to think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7618411302450865430?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7618411302450865430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7618411302450865430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7618411302450865430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7618411302450865430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/chronic-perversion.html' title='Chronic Perversion'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7729416291554787155</id><published>2011-02-06T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:45:09.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Im on a boat!</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that song Im on a boat by the lonely island?&lt;br /&gt;I love that song. And I actually feel happy for them. I feel their excitement. They have money and they're liking it. Unlike all the other ungrateful celebrities who keep whining how they have everything yet they're not happy and they would love to go back to their families. Stupid pretentious assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im 22 right....[Yea i'll be whining about that for a while].&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you know people who hide their ages. And by people I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laydees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People who hide their age annoy me. Especially if I know them personally.&lt;br /&gt;So this friend of mine....I've known her all my life...this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the age of 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kal meri birthday hai. Mai 6 years old hojau gi ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Mai to last week 7 years ki hogai:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the age of 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG Im so excited Im turning 18 this month :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: You're 18? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES :D How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: I turned 17 last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always lost no matter how old I was. But then came 2010 and we both celebrated our 21st birthday. And finally we're the same age now. But this is still reasonable. You know I was the oldest girl in first year AND second year? I was the only 18 year old and then the only 19 year old. And now Im the only 22 year old. Even my cousin who was born twenty days before me is 21. Its not fair. What difference does it make? Its not like you're actually gona get younger. Just accept it and move on. Or whine like me. But dont lie. And dont be sitting there talking about honesty and truth.&lt;br /&gt;Also I dont like kids. And I hate batameez kids.&lt;br /&gt;Parents need to teach their kids some manners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7729416291554787155?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7729416291554787155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7729416291554787155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7729416291554787155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7729416291554787155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-on-boat.html' title='Im on a boat!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7632360568741673517</id><published>2011-02-05T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T07:12:05.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Im on a boat muthafuka take a look at me!</title><content type='html'>I was gona type something really awesome but I decided to transfer pics first and now I kind of dont remember what i was gona write. Either that, or I dint have anything to write in the first place so I just made up this whole story to make it sound like I did have something interesting to tell, just to maintain my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 22 least Monday. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Getting old. I dont like making a big deal out of birthday...but it wasnt always like that.&lt;br /&gt;I remember having birthday parties. There was a time when I had three parties. One with family and two with the two groups of friends that I have.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im getting old.&lt;br /&gt;Each year I get closer to being married o.O&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can be That lame. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;So...shadi is gona suck. Thinking about shadi makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;I even have nightmares about it. Like Im married to some nice dude [its a different dude every time ^.^] and everything is perfect but Im depressed for some reason. Like really unhappy. Suicidal. And I've been having this same dream with different guys for three years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I was saying....I turned 22 last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;No cake. Well, I baked a cake on Saturday which I had on Monday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TU1lXGkeplI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wmSrN41VYIc/s1600/300120111564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TU1lXGkeplI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wmSrN41VYIc/s320/300120111564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570219761702184530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a cookie+coffee+chocolate+walnut cake thingie.&lt;br /&gt;Thats right. I dint have anything to write in the first place. Just wanted to put up the pic. I dont care if Im getting old. I dont care if only five of my friends wished me. I dont care if I spent my birthday playing gta. Yes I still play stupid games. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I like carrot and beetroot juice.&lt;br /&gt;CBJ FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TU1m-CFQEiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fsgHQIcYGLI/s1600/210120111562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TU1m-CFQEiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fsgHQIcYGLI/s320/210120111562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570221530023989794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im going to bake pizza now.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL HAVE A GREAT TIME EATING IT ALL ALONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7632360568741673517?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7632360568741673517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7632360568741673517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7632360568741673517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7632360568741673517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-on-boat-muthafuka-take-look-at-me.html' title='Im on a boat muthafuka take a look at me!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TU1lXGkeplI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wmSrN41VYIc/s72-c/300120111564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5822972364734359726</id><published>2011-02-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:16:58.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But whats the title got to do with the post?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Sufism hermeneutic</title><content type='html'>In case you're still wondering about the kidnapped girls - they're back.&lt;br /&gt;And they look as awesome [read slutty] as ever. But...Im not gona get personal here.&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering what happened or how did they make it back - I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;No one does. The whole thing was super secret and I think it would be rather impolite of me to go ring their door bell and ask them whatever did their kidnappers do to them. Also I've lost interest in the story. I know I showed a lot of emotions in the last post but they're gone. Been a week. Feelings ka kia hai. Aj hain, kal nai hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. I strained my muscle in sleep. It was a little below and around my right shoulder when I woke up. It was bad but bearable. Then I asked my mum to massage a little but I refused to lie down and forced her to massage quickly while I was standing so she did. After five minutes the pain increased and to the whole right side of my body effecting my right lung. It was like I was getting a heart attack in my lung and it was bad. I told my mum so she pressed my back which then made a cracking sound which scared the shit out of my mum and the pain almost killed me. It was so bad that I got dizzy and my eyes kind of rolled back. My mum thought Im getting another seizure. I saw her face and felt bad for making her watch me like this. After fifteen minutes it got just a weeeee bit better so I stood up and told her its alright now. She cried a bit in the corner and was distracted for the whole hour. Everything is back to normal but shes super upset. You know how the air gets when the mommy in the house is sad. But heres the real problem....my back still hurts like shit and Im having trouble breathing and I cant stand straight or lie down. Im only able to sit in this awkward position that Im sitting in at the moment. I dont have the heart to tell her that its still hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Im such a good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;But the pain is nauseating. It hurts when I take a deep breathe and when I sniff or cough. And just so you know, I have flu. So I have to go through a heart attack in my right lung every ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing made me wonder about parents who lose their children. Life must really suck for them. Also, heart attacks really hurt. I so dont wana die of one. Also, muscle spasm sucks more than epilepsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5822972364734359726?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5822972364734359726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5822972364734359726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5822972364734359726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5822972364734359726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/sufism-hermeneutic.html' title='Sufism hermeneutic'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8295407126773259830</id><published>2011-01-28T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:11:23.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>Two sisters have been kidnapped from my apartment, between the ages of 25-28. Both exceptionally good looking.&lt;br /&gt;I used to play with the younger one as a child. But she was older than the rest of us so she bullied us around. Never liked her. Always referred to her as a slut because of her skimpy clothes, affairs, and street slang that she often used.&lt;br /&gt;The older sister worked for air blue so an air blue vehicle did her pick n drop. The younger one worked for Barcleys. They were coming home from somewhere at 5 am in a private vehicle. 5 men [or boys] were following them. When they entered the building the men held the gatekeeper at gun point and forced the two girls to get outside the building and into their car. Its been a week now and no one has heard from them.&lt;br /&gt;I cant even imagine what has happened or is happening to them.&lt;br /&gt;No one deserves that. Not even school bullies and college sluts.&lt;br /&gt;A different sense of style, freedom, and friend circle does not justify the act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8295407126773259830?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8295407126773259830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8295407126773259830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8295407126773259830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8295407126773259830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1885950835466746122</id><published>2011-01-27T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T05:30:37.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Under my umbrella.</title><content type='html'>The following conversation takes place between me and my students Mustafa, Zainab, and Mansoor aged 12, 8, and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *while checking lesson diary* Today is Thursday? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mai to party karu gi Saturday and Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansoor: Kiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainab: When the sun shines we shine together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainab: Ap ye kia bolti rehti hain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa: main bhi party karu ga Saturday ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansoor: *pissed off because he has school on Saturday* Is mai kia bari baat hai main to roz poty karta hoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1885950835466746122?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1885950835466746122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1885950835466746122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1885950835466746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1885950835466746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/under-my-umbrella.html' title='Under my umbrella.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6503794159650917556</id><published>2011-01-26T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:25:08.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Great Mystries of Life.</title><content type='html'>At some point in our lives a stranger passes us by forcing us to stop whatever we are doing and wonder "How can anyone possibly stink in winter?"&lt;br /&gt;And I am very serious.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not trying to be rude or pretend that I sparkle with cleanliness. Just...I really dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I can be a shower freak in summers but Im just the opposite in winter.&lt;br /&gt;You know...stinking is still logical in summers...Okay. But Winter?&lt;br /&gt;So I tried this experiment [only it wasnt really an experiment but a harsh reality] where I dint bathe for 6 days. Thats right...SIX Twenty Four Hours Long Days! [I really dont wana do the math].&lt;br /&gt;And I wasnt planning to bathe on the sixth day either...just my socks got all dirty so I had to take them off and then my feet got dirty and I have this thing with my feet and eye lashes. Anyway...the thing is...I still did NOT stink.&lt;br /&gt;Six days is a Lot!&lt;br /&gt;So...how do they manage to stink?&lt;br /&gt;Is it some natural body odor problem?&lt;br /&gt;But you dont really sweat in winter...unless you do a lot of labor work...but the stinkers that Im talking about dont even move their asses when they have to make a poop!&lt;br /&gt;Im still in search for a logical answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6503794159650917556?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6503794159650917556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6503794159650917556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6503794159650917556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6503794159650917556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-myetries-of-life.html' title='Great Mystries of Life.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8842280663924554684</id><published>2011-01-24T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:56:10.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Sharing is not caring, it is Chori UZMA BAJII!</title><content type='html'>My university starts on February 14...I Know...shup!&lt;br /&gt;And I really cant wait to go. Its been a year since I secretly ate cookies behind a person in class...Really miss the thrill. I cant wait to take down notes...and scribble weird stuff. I haven't sketched in a long long time. I make the best drawings during lectures...I write my best two liners during a class. I come up with the funniest forward msgs during a lecture. Twenty One days left. Just...Im so damn creative in a class room. Mainly because there is SO much to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know...the biases of the teacher, the annoying girly students, the frustrated boys, the wanna be funny crowd, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shairy &lt;/span&gt;clan...Just SO MUCH to criticize...Forgive me for the cliche but I totally love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;And No, I will not end up alone with cats in a secluded one bedroom apartment! I like snakes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wana sound like a creep but Im more of a stalker type. I used to stalk people...I just liked observing their lives:\&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I stalked three families on regular basis. I was...umm...11 or 12 or something. Or 10...dunno. We moved to this new place...my brother, my mum, and I. So there wasnt much to do there...my mum would spend all day cleaning and making fancy food for us...my brother would hog the tv and play video games...I would roam around in the house, injecting my stuffed toys in the eyes with tang [so the white part would turn orange] and stalking the three families from different windows. I stole the injection from this relative who was a doctor because he would tease me about my teeth -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh...did I tell you I dint have the four front teeth till I was in SIXTH grade?&lt;br /&gt;Thats right...I used to eat too many chocolates as a child so my teeth went bad and the dentist had to pull them out....it was painful T_T&lt;br /&gt;Actually...I dint feel much pain but the idea still scares me. I screamed so loud...scared the shit out of the children who were waiting their turn....one of them started crying....ehehe....made me laugh...Oh how pathetic I looked laughing without teeth=[&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped laughing all together...and thats why you always see a forced but controlled smiles in all my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to stalking. I stalked three families. One I knew personally...they were our neighbors. Memon aunty, creepy uncle, and their three very dirty daughters. Their house always smelled like baby piss. I dint like going there much...but I was kind of friends with the three very annoying girls...actually...they were my minions. Did everything I told them to. I dint like them for some reason...I used to stalk them around 11...thats when the father came home from work...I wonder what he did. But by that time  the girls would go to sleep so they had their dinner right outside their kitchen. It used to be a very sad image. The white light from the kitchen would fall on them on one side while the other side was completely dark. They always had this sad, empty look on their faces. I never saw them laugh...or even smile sitting together. The man would eat, never glancing at his wife, while the wife obediently sat there staring at him...It was so upsetting looking at them yet I watched them almost everyday having their dinner. I was addicted to that gloomy image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one I usually observed when I couldnt sleep...which was almost every night. There were two girls...who I am damn sure turned out to be major sluts. These two girls would wake up in the middle of the night around 3 am...when everyone in their house was asleep...as practiced dance....Every Single Night. Why would they do that?&lt;br /&gt;I remember they got caught once...ehehe...that was hilarious. I almost fell down the window laughing. They woke up early that night...around 2...and while they were practicing...their father came in the room...and he got so mad. He slapped one of them and took their tape recorder. Made me happy and sad at the same time...happy cuz I hated the girls...sad because they were my only source of entertainment at 3 am in the morning. The third family was mainly in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana go back to college so I can once again smile at an object's misery. Naaw...Im just making myself sound like a sociopath. I wana go back to college so I can continue observing different people and their behavior and come up with cool psychology stuff. Buyin' it?&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to get past the fourth stage of Kubler-Ross model. But Imma be takin' 'em pics, lookin' all fly n shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8842280663924554684?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8842280663924554684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8842280663924554684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8842280663924554684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8842280663924554684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/sharing-is-not-caring-it-is-chori-uzma.html' title='Sharing is not caring, it is Chori UZMA BAJII!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-939018085538159610</id><published>2011-01-19T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:45:28.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine.</title><content type='html'>Rida: Okay...I have to go pray now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rida: What you dont?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rida: but tum to karti thi na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rida: I dont know but you told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehe...I dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rida: jhooti...religion par jhoot bolti hai...parh lia karo namaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: bahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rida: khabees khud namaz parhtey nai hain azab hum per ata hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: well...we dint feel the earthquake so God is clearly not pissed off at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually believe that.&lt;br /&gt;Also, she makes me so happy=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-939018085538159610?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/939018085538159610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=939018085538159610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/939018085538159610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/939018085538159610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-got-pocket-got-pocket-full-of.html' title='I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-3489671650339028109</id><published>2011-01-19T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:02:40.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Also, I hate kids.</title><content type='html'>*Elvis Style*&lt;br /&gt;Ooo myy lOve...my daAlinng...Ive hung ered fow yOw Touch!&lt;br /&gt;A lOnng...LoOnely Time......and tiiime gOoes by...so slOowlyy...and Time can do...sO Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...so I was saying...I hate stupid vain whores who think they're really "clean" and "Hot" even though they have smooched three guys and have taken large amount of money from their significant other(s). Shallow self obsessed kameenies holding grudges and trying to be hot on fb with that fake air full of idiocy. Using words they cant even pronounce and pretending to be the inventor of French. Its stupid to even think to take them down because of their shocking low IQ. I cant explain myself. Im. Yea. I cant. Need my space for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*Valima post still pending. Really not feelin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin is going through some serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Showing some symptoms of schizophrenia but Im sure hes lying.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that...hes really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;He's gona need a lot of help to get through and function normally in the society.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I want to become a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;I think Ima go for organizations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-3489671650339028109?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3489671650339028109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=3489671650339028109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3489671650339028109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3489671650339028109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/also-i-hate-kids.html' title='Also, I hate kids.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7991290268153797285</id><published>2011-01-15T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:26:23.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Smart blogger...Y U No make a difference?=[</title><content type='html'>I've been browsing blogger for the past twenty minutes now...the intelligent side this time.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know good blogs...the ones that make you feel a little stupid and shallow.&lt;br /&gt;I came across some really good stuff...of course I dint actually read...but it looked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I read the title then I randomly read a paragraph and skip to the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont like to read now unless Im getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So it was good political stuff...very well thought and properly researched.&lt;br /&gt;Its just sad how none of it is making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know where Im going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom cried when she heard about Salmaan Taseer's death. She was upset for three days.&lt;br /&gt;And when Benazir died.&lt;br /&gt;And when the flood came...and the zalzala.&lt;br /&gt;And when Musharraf resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I personally dont even feel that much about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Until I see another person emotionally responding to a particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;So its like...the people around you, or at least me, are partly responsible for who you are and what you become.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...yea we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;Genes + Environment = Individual&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Bull Shit + More Shit = a Paki&lt;br /&gt;I say Bull Shit because I think the sense of righteousness that we have is inherited. Along with a gigantic ego and a sense of superiority. You know...cuz we're Muslim n stuff...We're still caught up in the great Muslim conquests of the 700's and the 1200's.&lt;br /&gt;So what if we suckin' American Butt today...We ruled those bitches for centuries...&lt;br /&gt;I still dont know where Im going with this.&lt;br /&gt;Why are feelings other than hatred so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Dont answer that please.&lt;br /&gt;//.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7991290268153797285?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7991290268153797285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7991290268153797285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7991290268153797285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7991290268153797285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/smart-bloggery-u-no-make-difference.html' title='Smart blogger...Y U No make a difference?=['/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5605607183639386244</id><published>2011-01-13T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:48:08.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>My very First FTW!</title><content type='html'>Im not getting much sleep lately and have been working 4 nights in a row. Today be the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;This is hopefully my last assignment for the week. its on Iter Industry and Intra Industry Trade in Eu some shitty statistical crap right.&lt;br /&gt;So I was doing some reach...same across a journal article on it...and I read it. After reading almost a page I realized that it was actually written in Spanish which is why I had trouble understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I are. High.&lt;br /&gt;On Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg n Cheese sandwiches FTW!&lt;br /&gt;I never say FTW.&lt;br /&gt;Because I never really came across anything that had the potential to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Until I made this awesome extra cheesy sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not super fat?&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont feel like working.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to work.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather just be left alone at home with lots of food and dvd's and internet.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to spend at least one year of my life not doing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Like absolutely Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;That is now my goal.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep going down the graph?&lt;br /&gt;From Yale to Bahria.&lt;br /&gt;From steak to egg n cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;And now from World Domination to a year of absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to Believe in T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5605607183639386244?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5605607183639386244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5605607183639386244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5605607183639386244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5605607183639386244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-very-first-ftw.html' title='My very First FTW!'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4695300889000472474</id><published>2011-01-13T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:47:45.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No yaYy=['/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaYy'/><title type='text'>YOU GOT ME LIKE OH MY GOSH</title><content type='html'>*Did 10,000 words in four fucking days!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;You dont like to do homework for other people?&lt;br /&gt;Oh=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4695300889000472474?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4695300889000472474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4695300889000472474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4695300889000472474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4695300889000472474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-got-me-like-oh-my-gosh.html' title='YOU GOT ME LIKE OH MY GOSH'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7031588752920911971</id><published>2011-01-12T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:32:45.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treachery'/><title type='text'>Sex - Oh yeah, you wana read this one.</title><content type='html'>Well, not really. Im just trying that interesting title lame post thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to rant about how I dont like the concept of valima but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Danish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Suck Ass. Really. You're the worst employee EVER and I feel bad for Omer right now because Im feeling his side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Hate YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I know you're reading this so I just want you to know that  you're a jerk and you have NO idea how much trouble you've cost me. You got one of my very firsts orders canceled at the very last moment. The client will never be coming to me again. That is exactly what I needed to establish myself in the market. Piss off one of the two clients that I have in total. Im off to a great start all thanks to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Right. Feel Bad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very Bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that thats out of the way...I actually dont feel like talking about the valima thing right now. Next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7031588752920911971?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7031588752920911971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7031588752920911971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7031588752920911971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7031588752920911971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/sex-oh-yeah-you-wana-read-this-one.html' title='Sex - Oh yeah, you wana read this one.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1525308356008817252</id><published>2011-01-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:00:22.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>The more you rub...</title><content type='html'>Today my mami came to meet me mom.&lt;br /&gt;They sat and talked for seven hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Why did it bother me?&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I share my room with my mom, you see.&lt;br /&gt;More on family matters later.&lt;br /&gt;So they were talking about old shit...everything bad that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Which made me think of everything that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up thinking..."What the fuck was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a very stupid child, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the pre-teen years.&lt;br /&gt;So fucking dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those kids who never do anything but are still so damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know the ones who just greet and then sit in the corner. And you wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what the fuck is that kid upto?"&lt;/span&gt; and then you keep waiting for that annoying kid to do something so you have a reason to tell that kid off but nothing ever happens. And you keep waiting and the night is over and the kid leaves without doing anything and then you hate that kid for not doing anything and decide to slap the shit out of him the next time you catch the kid alone.&lt;br /&gt;I was the 8 year old who hung out with twenty-something year olds.&lt;br /&gt;I was the lonely kid playing all alone on the monkey bars at 2:30 pm in the month of July.&lt;br /&gt;I was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dheet&lt;/span&gt; kid who gets ignored at the goody store and patiently waits twenty minutes before someone listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I hit puberty and got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;I started sketching and became bad ass, the bad assness was only in my head of course.&lt;br /&gt;But I made more friends and actually started playing with other kids.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with playing with kids, so much that when all of my friends decided to sit and talk because they were now too old to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baraf-pani&lt;/span&gt; and ride bicycle on the street, I became friends with kids five years younger than myself - the ones who were still interested in playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tip top&lt;/span&gt; and puncturing tires.&lt;br /&gt;I was the rude emo of the school and the girl who never grew up at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I too dont see the relation between the two personalities but I just was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is...I sucked at having conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I still do actually. But at least now I know what not to say.&lt;br /&gt;This one time...I was 16 I think.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; and her older sisters, who must have been more than 20 back then, and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;So I was quiet the whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone's all..."dont you talk?"&lt;br /&gt;and Im all "I do..."&lt;br /&gt;And they're like.."then taaalk....say something....c'mon"&lt;br /&gt;and I was all "umm...what do you want me to say?"&lt;br /&gt;And they were all "anything...tell us a joke..."&lt;br /&gt;and I was all "nah I dont know any good ones.."&lt;br /&gt;And they were all..."oh c'moon....anything...tell us a dirty joke...doesnt matter"&lt;br /&gt;and I was like..."okay...once a teacher entered the class and saw a little dick drawn on the board...she rubbed it...but the next day that drawing was still there but bigger...so she rubbed it again....the third day when she entered the class she saw a bigger drawing with a note saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more you rub, the bigger it gets&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah...I was super annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'd totally slap me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1525308356008817252?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1525308356008817252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1525308356008817252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1525308356008817252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1525308356008817252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-you-rub.html' title='The more you rub...'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-3768224111811113980</id><published>2011-01-07T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:13:56.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Khekhe</title><content type='html'>Afu: DO you know where you'll have to go for your classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea...stadium road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afu: Oh...you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you call to mock me cuz you thought that I thought that i'll have to go to Shifa and not Karsaz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afu: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahahahhahahahahahahha...You evil evil poo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-3768224111811113980?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3768224111811113980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=3768224111811113980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3768224111811113980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3768224111811113980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/khekhe.html' title='Khekhe'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5609853891519386156</id><published>2011-01-06T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:18:42.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>Blogger blues.</title><content type='html'>I hate reading blogs. Its so fucking annoying. You go to one and then you see an interesting title and go to another and so on and before you know its fucking 3 am. I just went around to check Roshni's blog and then I hopped to the other titles and I ended up wasting like two hours on blogger. I have a 5000 word paper to write PEN-TOAD!&lt;br /&gt;And you know the sad part? I dint read a single interesting post...besides that one on Kasana's blog...or was it Xeb's...dunno I confuse between the two. Anyway thats irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...every single blog I checked out is following &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ubee the boo-hoo guy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab like...kiaa?&lt;br /&gt;Like...seriously?&lt;br /&gt;You find him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I mean like....ya know...the guy wrote that lame erotica...yet he has how many followers? Wait I'll check.&lt;br /&gt;He has...okay forget it the blog is too dark and I dont feel like wasting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;You seriously find that guy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; awesome?&lt;br /&gt;For real?&lt;br /&gt;Im really sorry...I dont mean to be rude...really...just...its frustrating you see.&lt;br /&gt;He's like Bieber and Monatana.&lt;br /&gt;You may raise the question that I too have followers but...like....you really wana compare?&lt;br /&gt;Are they pity followers?&lt;br /&gt;I remember I followed his blog because he followed mine and even commented regularly...but then I actually read his stuff one day and then I un-followed.&lt;br /&gt;But...ugh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not jealous if thats what you're thinking...when I get jealous...I ignore the being completely and deny them the right to be acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;But yaar...like...what the hell is wrong with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;First they give Bieber the artist of the year award and now Ubee is the shit?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what the mayans warned us about?&lt;br /&gt;I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe I wasted my night like this.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bloggers with lame posts under interesting titles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5609853891519386156?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5609853891519386156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5609853891519386156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5609853891519386156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5609853891519386156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogger-blues.html' title='Blogger blues.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8023199479532877727</id><published>2011-01-06T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T06:38:19.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>The extreme depths of my observation.</title><content type='html'>As I drink pepsi and munch on me lays, I think of something funny to write. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;However, I continue sipping from the bottle of pepsi in front of me. I soon realize that the curve of the bottle perfectly fit my palm...oh how frictionless is the plastic...how smooth like a baby. The only sound reaching my brain now is that of munching and the clicking that takes place on the keyboard. I now smell chicken soup. I wonder when it will be ready to stimulate my sense of taste but I soon find myself sipping from the bottle again. Oh how beautiful the moment is. So beautiful, I want to capture it. I type my mind blowing experience on my blog to let the world how creative and artistically gay I am. Oh how they repress my talent to type bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's poetry for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8023199479532877727?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8023199479532877727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8023199479532877727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8023199479532877727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8023199479532877727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/extreme-depths-of-my-observation.html' title='The extreme depths of my observation.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8033939012790155771</id><published>2011-01-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T06:00:33.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No yaYy=['/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not fired=[&lt;br /&gt;They're only gona change my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8033939012790155771?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8033939012790155771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8033939012790155771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8033939012790155771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8033939012790155771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-fired-theyre-only-gona-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-9222810622209928134</id><published>2011-01-03T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:37:42.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Of love and letters</title><content type='html'>I got fired.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got fired.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ^.^&lt;br /&gt;But not quite sure yet since my supervisor happens to be a 13 year old emo boy going trough puberty trapped in the body of a middle aged pedo. Wait. Milo. Cake. Ek minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Is. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I always wanted to get fired. It has been a dream of mine. All my colleagues had been fired at least once. I was the only loser. But No More &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the Grace of Allah&lt;/span&gt; [teeheee] shall I be the devoted creep who works at the same place for months. No sir. I have been fired last night.&lt;br /&gt;No more Kyani and his puberty.&lt;br /&gt;No more "please send the orders list" and "thank you for the confirmation" bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Khe Khe. I feel so bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Why did I get fired? you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;You see, my supervisor had this habit of getting emotionally attached with his employees and he did not hesitate to get involved in you personal matters. Ask Danish. He knows it all.&lt;br /&gt;Me being the regular greedy hag did not entertain his emotional needs immediately. Also I've been doing my own thing in the side leaving me no time to work for Kyani.&lt;br /&gt;So Im like...I'll start work next week...and hes like fine suit yourself...and then I was all....I dont like the orders list today...send me one tomorrow...and hes all...alright....and then Im like....dude...I dont like the instructions I dont think I can get this done...and Then he wrote me a letter which sounded something like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My sweet darling Uz*sniff*maa....Why are you doing this to me? *SNIFF* what have I done? *sobs* Why are you no longer interested in &lt;strike&gt;meeeeee&lt;/strike&gt; the job? *waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan* Is it because you no longer need &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; the money? HAVE YOU FOUND A RICH PARTNER? *Gulp* I....*sniff* or may be you suspect the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;authenticity of this company?&lt;/span&gt; *wipes nose*  Is it because &lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt; this job no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provides you the satisfaction that will earn you respect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the eyes of your friends or&lt;/span&gt; *gulp* God forbid *tears* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;? Anyway, if your'e no longer interested in &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; the job &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you may call it quit instead of wasting time any further&lt;/span&gt; *slits wrist*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im like...how dare you say boyfriends? I dont even have one T_T&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously offended you see. The italicized words are actually his.&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck would he discuss my money matters and boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;Kutta sala bastard.&lt;br /&gt;So Im like pissed off. So I wrote something that sounded like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear Kyani *sigh* Im afraid your suspicion is somewhat true *sigh*. I can no longer wait for you for hours to take decisions regarding orders *closes eyes and sighs*. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont see how my need for collecting money or boy friends are any of  your business and I would really appreciate it if you dont bring up my  personal matters again&lt;/span&gt; *looks away*. So please for the love of god dont jealous *tears*. I do not find the topics interesting but I hope we can look past out differences and maintain a professional relationship *sniff*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent heard from him since.&lt;br /&gt;khe khe.&lt;br /&gt;Mere pass to itna awesome cake bhi hai kyani ke pass to hai bhi nai.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a clown? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-9222810622209928134?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9222810622209928134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=9222810622209928134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9222810622209928134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9222810622209928134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-love-and-letters.html' title='Of love and letters'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1235942492076422430</id><published>2010-12-31T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:01:16.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Ehe</title><content type='html'>What do I gotta do to get through to you to show you there aint nothing I cant take this chainsaw to?&lt;br /&gt;I miss being madly in love with eminem.&lt;br /&gt;He has been a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have friends you just cant relate to? But you hang out with them anyway...bleh I dun wana&lt;br /&gt;I have succeeded in putting everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get through to you, you paranoid bitch?&lt;br /&gt;I'm out the closet, I been lying my ass off, all this time me and sanity been fucking with hats off..&lt;br /&gt;So...if you like see a terrible accident on the road and slowly walk toward the scene and see a finger ripped apart on the ground and an arm slit open with blood gushing out of it...what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk away.&lt;br /&gt;know what would suck?&lt;br /&gt;If the Brits [Not Americans] invaded Pakistan through Karachi sea port and started marching in the city killing the weak, raping the pretty, robbing the rich, and caging the healthy for slavery. That would so totally suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I get shot first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1235942492076422430?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1235942492076422430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1235942492076422430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1235942492076422430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1235942492076422430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ehe.html' title='Ehe'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8423191887416196724</id><published>2010-12-26T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:28:19.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>Dear Stupid Bitch on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe-TdnaFnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XMCcYBmisF0/s1600/7734_182149795048_535050048_4094673_3242932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe-TdnaFnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XMCcYBmisF0/s200/7734_182149795048_535050048_4094673_3242932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555117906961503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ye larkia apna mu tera kar kar ke kiu picture leti hain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it still bothers me and I dont think I can ever get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I come across a close-up picture of a girl in which she is looking away, while most of her face is covered with her hair, I want to shave my head and peel the skin off of my head with a peeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Im not exaggerating, these are exactly my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Just...look at these picture...do you think someone else took them?&lt;br /&gt;Are you buying that shit? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe_Ct4wBsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6is3cOfov8k/s1600/161825_1502280627_2558080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe_Ct4wBsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6is3cOfov8k/s200/161825_1502280627_2558080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555118718783063746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the girl had absolutely no idea that someone is taking her picture?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really believe that the girl was innocently looking away, minding her own business, when some secret admirer quietly sneaked beside her and clicked without her even noticing his/her existence? And later, s/he showed the girl her angelic picture and she went all "OMG When did you take this? I had no idea...teeheheheehehe"&lt;br /&gt;What are they trying to prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, you're not ugly. Alright. You may be good looking. Okay. Good for you. But do you absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to create a scene?&lt;br /&gt;Do you absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate you not being ugly? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRfAjcWAl2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/yjL4ZukVF3E/s1600/n660678544_1289761_7410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRfAjcWAl2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/yjL4ZukVF3E/s200/n660678544_1289761_7410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555120380521256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week?&lt;br /&gt;Every single god damn week?&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab kia yaar...aap koi Brittany Spears hain?&lt;br /&gt;Its just...irritating alright.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why it bothers me so much but it does.&lt;br /&gt;And I do have a life...Im working two jobs...three if you count all the cleaning that Ive been doing for the past month...for which I will charge my people 2k.&lt;br /&gt;And I also happen to be pretty alright looking....but unlike these stupid sluts, I look in the eyes of the muthafukin photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda funny though...Im an academic writer, a tutor, and a part time maid who is pissed off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe-nsu34RI/AAAAAAAAAUw/THJCDULU8-o/s1600/26476_10150132922215562_581035561_11483862_4837701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe-nsu34RI/AAAAAAAAAUw/THJCDULU8-o/s200/26476_10150132922215562_581035561_11483862_4837701_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555118254616731922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...not anymore...I kind of cheered myself up. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging does help:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dont you dare tell me that the pics are pretty. They look pretty cuz of the soft focus and extensive use of picassa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I wasnt mad cuz of these idiots. These bitches dont matter. They be my displacement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8423191887416196724?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8423191887416196724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8423191887416196724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8423191887416196724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8423191887416196724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-stupid-bitch-on-facebook.html' title='Dear Stupid Bitch on Facebook'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TRe-TdnaFnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XMCcYBmisF0/s72-c/7734_182149795048_535050048_4094673_3242932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1348587605720400907</id><published>2010-12-16T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T05:42:42.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Religion - I know mine. What?:s</title><content type='html'>I dont like Muharram. Do you like Muharram? I have major issues with Muharram.&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont want to get into the shia-sunni practices here [notice how no one ever wants to get into that?] but seriously, the over all drama is a bit too exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;If I have issues and questions about the so called "religious" practices I should be allowed to address them and not just shut-the-fuck-up-and-ignore but thats what Ive been doing for the past...forever...and will continue doing till I finally grow girl balls to go out there and actually slap someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the rallies? Do we get blessings for doing that?&lt;br /&gt;Which act do you think is more religious? Marching out on the street yelling and crying or staying at home and praying?&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab kia yaar...? Hastey honge sab dekh kar tamasha.&lt;br /&gt;Itni kasam se pathetic si koi awam hai.&lt;br /&gt;Ek bara sa crowd that has absolutely no clue of anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Fazul ka drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cut yourself open but just know that Im not feelin' ya. Not many people are.&lt;br /&gt;We just look at the show with mixed feelings of contempt and amusement and avoid passing any comments because we just Dont want to argue or be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kafir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I dont argue because I dont have enough religious knowledge to back up my statements. But I think I know stupidity when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;And you know...whatever...go out on the streets, go Black, go morbidly religious...really whatever...not making a difference in my life. Im just hanging out at home doing nothing. I dont have to go out on the street and run naked or anything....streets are all yours...but whats with these people taking over the television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Pakistan you probably know what Im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Those weird shows where this super-intelligent-and-smart-and-religious-and-super-scholarly dude is sitting in front of this super emo audience and narrating the events that took place on the 9th and 10th Muharram.&lt;br /&gt;I always found the whole thing quite scary actually...as a child. But last year I decided to actually listen to that dude. I mean...he's been screaming for years now...deserves a lil attention right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he begins very normally...in a very kind tone. And Im like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah okay..Im listening&lt;/span&gt;. And I did listen. For the first half everything seemed quite okay...besides those creepy smiles that he passed every time he connected Islam with science. But...thats ignorable.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I was pretty engrossed in the whole thing after a while...and then suddenly I noticed the lights of the set going dim. And Im like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okaay.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I heard a few men growling and sigh-ing...And Im like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooookaay&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly the holy narrator began asking rhetorical questions [which were not even that smart, honestly]...&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly he started screaming. And Im like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no...Altaf Hussain&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And shortly after every one started crying...loudly...like I cry every time my mum makes Korma. By the way, my mum made korma today -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point is...if you want me to take you seriously, please act normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1348587605720400907?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1348587605720400907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1348587605720400907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1348587605720400907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1348587605720400907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/religion-i-know-mine-whats.html' title='Religion - I know mine. What?:s'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-88235623994632745</id><published>2010-12-15T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:24:20.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>YakyaK</title><content type='html'>Mom: "Ye Sheila kaun hai? Kareena?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "nai...Katrina.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Acha...mujhe bhi dikhao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sheila was stuck in my head for like an hour...But Nicki Minaj helped. Ive been listening to her aj kal. Every time I listen to her its like Im listening to something "nice" like "you fill up my senses" but then you pay attention to the lyrics and it turns out to be something like "how do you do that shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you work for an awesome multinational company that also hosts porn sites as a part of its overall business? Especially if the pay is great along with a pretty good career ahead in the company? And you wont have anything to do with the porn part at all. Your job is confined to researching and writing?&lt;br /&gt;I would. Probably will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-88235623994632745?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/88235623994632745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=88235623994632745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/88235623994632745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/88235623994632745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/yakyak.html' title='YakyaK'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7594040203558443088</id><published>2010-12-13T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:09:06.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Baby feff...</title><content type='html'>Do you like cheese cake? I like cheese cakes. I make good cheese cakes. Not awesome but good enough. Do you have issues with roasted almonds on top of an oreo cheese cake? I like them. My friends had issues with it. I like roasted almonds. They so nice and roasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYLbnz489I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0ApHJzJaD-U/s1600/011220101441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYLbnz489I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0ApHJzJaD-U/s320/011220101441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550136159951713234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like kids? I dont like kids. Not all kids. Just loud kids and naughty kids and kids who cry a lot and the ones who wont stop giggling and the poking kids and kids who wont stop running and the ones who go tell their mommies everything you say to them. Irritating. Burey lagtey hain batameez bachey. Bush mewa chota sha boobie acha hai &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYLD2CVkPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/X1_zPEsZ0JU/s1600/051220101462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYLD2CVkPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/X1_zPEsZ0JU/s320/051220101462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550135751453544690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a maid? I currently dont have one. She left -.-&lt;br /&gt;Know what that means? I kind of have to do the cleaning part almost everyday. So I like dont like kids rights...so when Im doing any work I dont like to be interrupted. So Ayesha and Dua [the neighbor's kid I wana slap stupid] were irritating me. So Im like "SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN" and they're like "nai nai nai baby fef BABY FEFFF" [they meant baby chef...this show on baby tv featuring Mrs. Kettle - the colorful hoe]. So I made them a lil house out of chairs and made them sit in it for an hour. And they were actually happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYKkQ2DEnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FOTH5JSXp_o/s1600/131220101469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYKkQ2DEnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FOTH5JSXp_o/s320/131220101469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550135208893944434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachey becharey kitne stupid hotey hain. Unko to kuch pata bhi nai hota. Who's zardari, who's Assange, mazay se carefree kheltey raho all the time. Sab kuch believe kar letey hain. I told my cousin a couple of years back...when he was seven...that a dragon used to live by and a kid had a fight with him....the kid was very powerful and he picked up the dragon and banged him in this huge lake so hard that all the water from that lake splashed into the sea...and thats how sea view here was formed. He believed it for a long long time and even went around asking people "aapko pata hai sea view kaise bana tha?"&lt;br /&gt;Becahwa...got made fun of quite a lot by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYKYr2ec9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Cpd3EyQhohs/s1600/131220101470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYKYr2ec9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Cpd3EyQhohs/s320/131220101470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550135009985065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7594040203558443088?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7594040203558443088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7594040203558443088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7594040203558443088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7594040203558443088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-feff.html' title='Baby feff...'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TQYLbnz489I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0ApHJzJaD-U/s72-c/011220101441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5312817695032061875</id><published>2010-12-11T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:25:00.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Hmph</title><content type='html'>I want to talk to someone. Nobody is online.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;uhun*&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling Im gone be really really unhappy in life.&lt;br /&gt;Pata nai.&lt;br /&gt;Aj mera aptitude test tha.&lt;br /&gt;Test nahi mazaak tha -.-&lt;br /&gt;Itney gay questions. And they gave us an hours to solve that shit which was pretty solved already.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of practiced for SAT but they gave a kindergarten test for shapes and idioms.&lt;br /&gt;My intelligence has never been questioned so bluntly -.-&lt;br /&gt;And then they gave us Human-Figure-Drawing-Test [HFDT] and Thematic Apperception Test [TAT] which totally pissed me off because thats like invading my privacy -.-&lt;br /&gt;My personality is none your business.&lt;br /&gt;I've been subjected to this bullshit before, you know. I dont like the questions that follow HFDT. Anyway, using my awesome brain, I was able to evade their trap and was well prepared to give them a false impression. But I made this fucked up sketch on the back of the paper cuz I was done with the god damn questionnaire in like fifteen minutes and had to wait 45 minutes for the rest of the dummies to finish the shit. And I forgot to erase that sketch. But no one will notice I think.&lt;br /&gt;Im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5312817695032061875?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5312817695032061875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5312817695032061875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5312817695032061875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5312817695032061875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmph.html' title='Hmph'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4558512430337496627</id><published>2010-12-10T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:21:52.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Leakiness.</title><content type='html'>Wikileaks are interesting. But I think we already knew all that stuff. Its just that we a credible source now.&lt;br /&gt;I like Ahmedeijad. I think he's really hot. And Gaddafi. He be the sax. So weird hai.&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few excerpts from the leaks that amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One night in October 2006 a British patrol, festooned with the blue  light sticks, agreed on as a sign to identify themselves as friendly,  reported they had been shot at by US troops who had no night vision  goggles and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had been listening to their iPods&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cable referenced how Rudd [Australia's Foreign Minister] angered the US by detailing a private  conversation he had with Bush which included the moment he was "stunned  to hear Bush say, 'What's the G20?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi... how are you?… im an army intelligence analyst, deployed to  eastern bagdad … if you had unprecedented access to classified networks,  14 hours a day, 7 days a week for 8+ months, what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;- Bradley Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course...the winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Rotten head Zardari' is 'the greatest obstacle' to Pakistan's progress'"&lt;br /&gt;- King Khalid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4558512430337496627?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4558512430337496627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4558512430337496627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4558512430337496627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4558512430337496627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/leakiness.html' title='Leakiness.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-959348359372936087</id><published>2010-12-06T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:30:50.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Urdu, Anon, and Erotica.</title><content type='html'>This is just an extension of &lt;a href="http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/blegh-e-boo.html" target="_blank"&gt;Blegh e boo&lt;/a&gt; because &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;amp;postID=1899133004326569018" target="_blank"&gt;Amara says&lt;/a&gt; I end where I should begin=[&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My cheap supervisor made me wonder how unromantic romanticism is in Urdu.&lt;br /&gt;I can never be romantic in Urdu.&lt;br /&gt;Its just not...classy.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...Javier Bardem, with all his sexness, comes up to me with the awesome-st caramel blizzard and says "dil chata hai tumhari aankhain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chum&lt;/span&gt; lu"&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between him and my dear pan wala?&lt;br /&gt;Romance in Urdu is just not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..umm...have you read Ubaid's &lt;a href="http://ubeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/agonizing-sex.html" target="_blank"&gt;erotica&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Now now...I dont go around reading blogs...I really dont. Just a certain awesome someones asked me to so I had to. I really avoid going around and leaving hate comments cuz I really dont care much. But after reading it...I felt like I had just seen two gay dogs getting it on:\&lt;br /&gt;And then I was like..."Uzma, calm down...just leave the blog...quietly...browse Away...its going to be Alright" and just when I was about to leave that awesome someone asked me to read the fifth comment...and I did.  And now I have a crush on that anon chick. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain my disgust for things so rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to check out this university and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria smelled awesome. That is enough to get me through.&lt;br /&gt;KatyPerrybeaHoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-959348359372936087?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/959348359372936087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=959348359372936087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/959348359372936087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/959348359372936087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/urdu-anon-and-erotica.html' title='Urdu, Anon, and Erotica.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1764516843277113038</id><published>2010-12-06T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:56:41.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My supervisor is sooo gaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1764516843277113038?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1764516843277113038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1764516843277113038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1764516843277113038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1764516843277113038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-supervisor-is-sooo-gaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4083907131798587976</id><published>2010-12-06T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:27:05.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not as lifeless as I sound -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4083907131798587976?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4083907131798587976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4083907131798587976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4083907131798587976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4083907131798587976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-as-lifeless-as-i-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-1899133004326569018</id><published>2010-12-06T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T04:30:54.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>blegh e boo</title><content type='html'>My life has been sucking ass for the last couple of days and its not fun. Cuz its not the severe kind of sucking where you become depressed and get all emo, drawing awesome shit and writing stupid rap shit but more like...ugh..not again sort sucking. Its bad...but not bad enough to wake up that crazy creative dude in you. Yea...the crazy dude in me is a guy and not a girl. I realized that a few months back. But thats not the point. Im still not bisexual or a lesbian. But That is Not the Point.&lt;br /&gt;The point is...I dont like fancy food, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Im just not interested in your  traditional kofta and pai and nihari and korma and other variations of meat and oil. I just dont like all thas stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And that is exactly the kind of stuff my people are into -.-&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks the eid isnt over yet so she keep making all this crap. First Korma, then nihari, then pai, and right now Im going crazy cuz we have yesterdays leftover pai for lunch today -.-&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered pizza and realized I dont have money. Which means Im gona have to steal some from my mums purse. But thats not stealing cuz Im gona get all her money sooner or later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shes gona get pissed off cuz shes tired of me being  so picky in my food. And Im tired of her not understanding the needs of my taste buds=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know who else sucks ass? Bosses.&lt;br /&gt;All the bosses in the world suck ass dry.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized this in a very short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;They may all have different methods of doing it, but their purpose is the same. Suck Ass Dry.&lt;br /&gt;Have you sen Cyrus?&lt;br /&gt;Hows Cyrus?&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gona watch Cyrus now.&lt;br /&gt;But first...*moves jaw right and left like Stanley Ipkiss*&lt;br /&gt;About my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;Hes an idiot. In fact, hes an idiot of a much higher level...Thats right.&lt;br /&gt;Hes a ch...yep.&lt;br /&gt;First he was really friendly...they all are.&lt;br /&gt;And then he like had a crush on me or something...and then he was all "tum se acha koi nai" and I was like dude..."what the hell is wrong with you?" and he was all "I think you misunderstood" and I was all "okaaaay" and now hes all "please write quality work" and I was all "the quality of my work is awesome" and he was "youre right" and now Im like wtf?:\&lt;br /&gt;My food is here. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you pizza=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-1899133004326569018?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1899133004326569018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=1899133004326569018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1899133004326569018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/1899133004326569018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/blegh-e-boo.html' title='blegh e boo'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2127987629863479320</id><published>2010-12-03T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:52:13.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>//.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're out of nutella and milo. Itni si toblerone pari thi bus.&lt;br /&gt;Itna effort lagta hai breathe karne mai. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Headacha.&lt;br /&gt;Clients itne stupid hotey hain.&lt;br /&gt;Pagal idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Dil chata hai hot frying pan smack karne ka zor se face per.&lt;br /&gt;Space wasters.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting oxygen and food and water.&lt;br /&gt;Baat karni hai kisi se but I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;I look like an ugly parrot when I cry -.-&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked me the other day whether hot actresses poop or not.&lt;br /&gt;She concluded that they secretly do:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2127987629863479320?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2127987629863479320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2127987629863479320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2127987629863479320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2127987629863479320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='//.-'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2833508654754419158</id><published>2010-12-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T05:12:25.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>He says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may not be a good daughter but Ive been a good girl. Ive never skipped school or college to go on a date. I may not have been a very good student, but Ive never been a bad student. Ive never cheated in a final exam. I've wasted two years of my life waiting for the results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I write papers for MBA and BBA students to collect money to go to a university. Ive written papers on subjects I dint even know existed. I get very good feedback on almost all the papers that I write. Im exceptionally smart. I shouldnt be asked to waste another year of my life unnecessarily studying something that I do not need to based on the mere assumption that I may or may not be smart enough to handle my desired course. Especially by people who cant tell the difference between Harvard and Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running out of reasons to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2833508654754419158?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2833508654754419158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2833508654754419158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2833508654754419158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2833508654754419158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-says.html' title='He says:'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8432362030713915936</id><published>2010-12-02T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:27:58.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iLike'/><title type='text'>hehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPe68qOjWkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ez2RtvQ4fDM/s1600/original_fullsize.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPe68qOjWkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ez2RtvQ4fDM/s320/original_fullsize.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546107017420298818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPesah5QcUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ok_rodqp9-A/s1600/Unknown-4_fullsize.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPesah5QcUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ok_rodqp9-A/s320/Unknown-4_fullsize.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546091037905154370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPesKQFMu-I/AAAAAAAAATs/Wc3UNSND_5s/s1600/Unknown_fullsize.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPerVze22EI/AAAAAAAAATE/a-Q85ulPGWA/s320/Unknown-2_fullsize.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546089857215289410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPerIm_OjpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zYMAV3q66lA/s1600/image_fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPerIm_OjpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zYMAV3q66lA/s320/image_fullsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546089630523100818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8432362030713915936?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8432362030713915936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8432362030713915936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8432362030713915936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8432362030713915936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/hehe.html' title='hehe..'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TPe68qOjWkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ez2RtvQ4fDM/s72-c/original_fullsize.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6121849809227040542</id><published>2010-11-29T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:50:25.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Sweet sweet Sheila.</title><content type='html'>So here I was...living my life. The same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;Skip jog, wake up late, piss off mom, pretend to work, pretend to be tired from working too much, eat, watch useless shit, actually work a little, watch a movie, get disappointed, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So I was just living my meaningless life when suddenly one day I woke up to strange messages that were discussing sheila and sheila ki jawani. And Im like....whathefack?&lt;br /&gt;So I ignore them and carry on. But then I received three more messages that same day in the evening saying things like "sheila ki jawani tere haath na aani" and I get like offended cuz I've made it clear several times that Im straight.&lt;br /&gt;But then it got worse. People started talking about Sheila in their fb status. Which, of course, forced me to google sheila, and sheila ki jawani and it turned out to be pretty hot. Sheila's got her jawani and her ass alright. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I mean....if I were a guy...i'd jack off to that:\&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is...unless I collect lots of money by January, Im gona end up being the Uzma version of Sheila. And by that I dont mean i'll be all sexy and hot and gorgeous. By Sheila I mean uneducated, lifeless, self-absorbed, a bit of a slut, and married. Or I might just kill myself. But I dont like thinking about that...I'll collect enough. Yeah. I will. But if I dont. No. Thats not an option. But Im just glad munni is out of the scene. That bitch was getting on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6121849809227040542?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6121849809227040542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6121849809227040542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6121849809227040542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6121849809227040542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-sweet-sheila.html' title='Sweet sweet Sheila.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4304509381657199811</id><published>2010-11-23T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:02:40.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>Idiots.</title><content type='html'>Seriously...what the hell is wrong with guys nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they get offended so easily?&lt;br /&gt;They're getting worse than girls.&lt;br /&gt;Pehley when you refused giving your number they would just be a little sad but end up "understanding" but now..they like get offended.&lt;br /&gt;Like "How dare you not give me your number...Do you know who I am? I am the best guy I know"&lt;br /&gt;This kid...he stopped talking to my friend cuz I refused giving my number and dint talk to her for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Itney loser kiu hogai hain sab?&lt;br /&gt;I mean...c'mon...I have the right to not give my number and address to a stranger. Itna bura maan ne wali kia baat hai?&lt;br /&gt;Guys can no longer take insults. They've grown ovaries somewhere inside.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains their random mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;This dude. I told this hot shit dude that Im "not interested" and he ended up getting so pissed that he blocked me from facebook, was angry the whole day, and kept abusing me in front of our mutual friend.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont mean abuse like "that-bitch-sucks-abuse" abuse. I mean "maa-bhen-pen-rubber-utensil-abuse" abuse.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the fuck is wrong with that retard.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab kia?&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akhroat&lt;/span&gt; brain.&lt;br /&gt;Zara charming nai hain meri generation ke bandey.&lt;br /&gt;Im gona get married to a guy who is at least ten years older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Bus.&lt;br /&gt;Ive had it with these new "men".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4304509381657199811?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4304509381657199811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4304509381657199811' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4304509381657199811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4304509381657199811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/idiots.html' title='Idiots.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8793677230969323340</id><published>2010-11-22T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:03:09.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Haram Halal lala lala</title><content type='html'>I dont know WHY I always read foreword as foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;Its embarrassing. What if some hears my thoughts? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Ive become so lame. Happy doesnt suit me.&lt;br /&gt;I've started jogging early morning right [so Hot].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saniya: Tomorrow we wont go to ******* park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no...phir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saniya: Halal park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Theek hai...hum khajai gey usko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saniya: Kha jain gey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saniya: What?:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wo halal haina...tou hum kha lain ge.&lt;br /&gt;*om nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saniya: Dude...Lame o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhey to funny laga mera joke. Pata nai.&lt;br /&gt;Ye din bhi dekhna tha.&lt;br /&gt;Ab Saniya mujhey lame bolti hai=[&lt;br /&gt;Meri tou sari cool hi gayab hogai somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8793677230969323340?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8793677230969323340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8793677230969323340' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8793677230969323340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8793677230969323340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/haram-halal-lala-lala.html' title='Haram Halal lala lala'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5181471074641363588</id><published>2010-11-20T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:22:27.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaYy'/><title type='text'>Phipty pounds.</title><content type='html'>Holy to the shits it be winter already ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Im a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;What? You dont know me anymore? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Kia karoon=[&lt;br /&gt;ab bus hoon to hoon.&lt;br /&gt;I cant force myself to be upset now can I?&lt;br /&gt;Im actually living a very delusional life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have the best future planned for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Im ignoring all the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Not like its not there...it is...and I can see it...but I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;Aesey hi...for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Meri Eid awesome thi:O&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard me say that?&lt;br /&gt;Know why it was awesome?&lt;br /&gt;I dint avoid bullshit this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I stood in its face gave it a huge fuck in its ass&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also not reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;I think that has a lot to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;Light bhi nai jarai.&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhi the reason. I feel rainbows in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows What? Pata nai.&lt;br /&gt;I got my first direct order. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;5 pounds per page.&lt;br /&gt;Major awesomeness coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;Meri cousin bohat vain hai. But shes nice. Koi baat nai.&lt;br /&gt;Meri ek aur cousin bohat insecure hai. Uper se achi bhi nai hai.&lt;br /&gt;Thori dumb bhi hai. Not even that fortunate looking.&lt;br /&gt;Thorey bitchy compounds bhi hain us mai.&lt;br /&gt;Pata nai kia hogha bechari ka.&lt;br /&gt;Come hither my love,&lt;br /&gt;I shall share my umbrella with you ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5181471074641363588?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5181471074641363588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5181471074641363588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5181471074641363588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5181471074641363588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/phipty-pounds.html' title='Phipty pounds.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-490486235535206345</id><published>2010-11-11T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T03:54:33.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A pound is worth more than a Dolla babay ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-490486235535206345?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/490486235535206345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=490486235535206345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/490486235535206345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/490486235535206345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/pound-is-worth-more-than-dolla-babay.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6688297133146355909</id><published>2010-11-10T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:12:52.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>Abrupt?</title><content type='html'>So far I have written more than hundred research papers, articles, essays, and thesis. And like...good stuff. No plagiarism. All well thought.&lt;br /&gt;If they were all published on my personal website in my name id be like...famous:\&lt;br /&gt;My brother reads my blog:O&lt;br /&gt;Secretly:O&lt;br /&gt;I dint know:O&lt;br /&gt;Hes not much of a reader actually.&lt;br /&gt;But...Hey Junaid...watap yow ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Hows mom? :D&lt;br /&gt;Im writing this shit on UC and CSU budget cuts.&lt;br /&gt;One of the lamest topics that I've covered.&lt;br /&gt;Kal dena hai. Still have more than three pages to write. They're not much but when you dont feel like writing it feels like youre writing a 36 page-er on the stock market. And I dont know shit about stocks. Thats One thing I dont get. Umm...okay...one of a lot of things that I dont get.&lt;br /&gt;Acha bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6688297133146355909?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6688297133146355909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6688297133146355909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6688297133146355909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6688297133146355909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/abrupt.html' title='Abrupt?'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-8380753535346837143</id><published>2010-11-09T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T04:58:41.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patience is like so FUCKING AWESOME :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-8380753535346837143?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8380753535346837143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=8380753535346837143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8380753535346837143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/8380753535346837143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/patience-is-like-so-fucking-awesome-d.html' title=''/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-6598282870744205947</id><published>2010-11-09T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:23:24.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Bullshit.'/><title type='text'>Be An You?</title><content type='html'>I forgot my password.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the password of my bank account -.-&lt;br /&gt;Khuaari lagey gi ab.&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking at the course outline for organizational psychology in different institutes for months now.&lt;br /&gt;The little things you do, for me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else, makes me feel good&lt;br /&gt;Its so frustrating reading about courses you know you cant do.&lt;br /&gt;There's University of Hertfordshire, then there is Manchester Business School, Bilal is going there, then there's Oxford, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there will always be Yale, somewhere deep in my heart:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But screw that okay.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we also have BNU. Only its in Lahore, but here.&lt;br /&gt;Only its expensive, but comparatively affordable.&lt;br /&gt;Only I wont get permission but the idea is possible.&lt;br /&gt;The next two months its going to be me collecting money and struggling to convince my mum to let me go there.&lt;br /&gt;Pray? No?&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-6598282870744205947?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6598282870744205947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=6598282870744205947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6598282870744205947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/6598282870744205947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-you.html' title='Be An You?'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-9217012276417266538</id><published>2010-11-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:32:33.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats..'/><title type='text'>Haan.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like the only one who is farig..:\&lt;br /&gt;Im the one always randomly texting, randomly going at sania's, watching all the movies in the world, reading crap no one gives a shit about, cooking, baking, doing homework for everyone else. Mutlab kia. Nobody ever sends me random msgs. Doesnt anyone ever get bored?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever in the world is so interesting?&lt;br /&gt;I want to text but I dont want to cuz I dont want to lose my charm:\&lt;br /&gt;So here I are.&lt;br /&gt;Sketching makes me feel awesome=[&lt;br /&gt;My mum's cousin is here. Shes irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Like vAry irritating.&lt;br /&gt;The kind who says things like "why are you studying psychology?" "dont sit online for more than two hours" "why dont you study something nice?"&lt;br /&gt;I can take that once in a while...but today...she kind of got a lil out of the box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "aapkey kitney friends hain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "bohat sarey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "acha....aur boys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "haan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "boyfriend to nai hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very good&lt;/span&gt;...bohat achi baat hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...kiaw?&lt;br /&gt;I dont like nosy people &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Pata nai kab jaein gi apney ghar.&lt;br /&gt;Also, do you ever get caught between fb comment war?&lt;br /&gt;Like you comment on someones status...I mean...you just do cuz you're bored or the status says something really stupid so you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to correct it. And then suddenly a friend of friend interrupts...and starts a whole damn conversation with the friend in the comment. And you keep getting notifications for two days and you get like pissed off. So you just politely ask them to fuck off. And then they get after you. Like...full time larai. And youre not even responding but they keep bugging you. And you still dont respond to the stupidity so they start writing about you on the friends wall.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab yaar...life?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds irritating...nai?&lt;br /&gt;It is...but this time the annoying person was quite charming:\&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since someone came up with a smart comeback to shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;It almost never happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-9217012276417266538?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9217012276417266538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=9217012276417266538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9217012276417266538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/9217012276417266538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/haan.html' title='Haan.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-3319699981476922167</id><published>2010-11-04T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:42:06.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>Waan*wan*</title><content type='html'>Sab ko apna opinion bataney ka itna shauk kiu hota hai?&lt;br /&gt;I mean why is it so necessary for everyone to go out of their way, to express their opinion about something that makes absolutely no difference in their life? I mean....fine sometimes you're welcome to comment like blogs and public posts n stuff...but...like...your opinion is not always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. I really, genuinely dont want to know your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Say...Im here not speaking. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly you ask me something personal...something I do not want to share.&lt;br /&gt;But knowing that you believe that you are my very good friend I dont make a big deal out of it. So I answer in a simple yes or no. Now, anyone who has any sense should know by the yes/no that I dont wish to discuss it any further. But not the people that I know. They just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to express their opinion about it and share their feelings with me regarding my decision or opinion or choice.&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab...maine to nai pucha na apse?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you telling me?&lt;br /&gt;You have your opinion, I respect that, but can you please keep it to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;You like it. You dont like it. Not making a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Pura mulk sara din baith kar apna opinion express karta rehta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Karli hum ne tarrakki ek dosrey ko apna opinion bata kar bus.&lt;br /&gt;Ho gai hum sab kamyab by expressing our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Also, whats with the unwanted advices?&lt;br /&gt;I dont go around advising people.&lt;br /&gt;What have I dont to deserve all those advices?&lt;br /&gt;Ajatey hain sab apni advise ka bara sa carton le kar.&lt;br /&gt;Sab ek dosrey ko advise kertey rehtey hain.&lt;br /&gt;Ek to ghareeb, uper se irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-3319699981476922167?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3319699981476922167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=3319699981476922167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3319699981476922167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/3319699981476922167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/waanwan.html' title='Waan*wan*'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-4510568183842574807</id><published>2010-11-03T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:39:10.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Bullshit.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Six Points of Feminine Law</title><content type='html'>So ever since I left my old job I have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lifeless. And merey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; ka semester end hora hai so he hogs the pc the whole day to make his assignments and the TV well...yeah you have to wait at least an hour to get your turn.&lt;br /&gt;So I was really bored...so Im like...HEY Wait...Why am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; bored?&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GIRL:O&lt;br /&gt;So I did some "girl stuff" and I knew it in the back of my head that this is a very bad idea and I was laughing at myself secretly all along.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did some makeup...a lot of it actually...Green n Orange eyes [&lt;3] and pink blush and light gloss. But after that Im like...Now what? And then I realized that Im a "Girl" who uses "Facebook" :O So I took pics....lots of them...High angle pout pics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGyHUxUNjI/AAAAAAAAASc/PkvvC6y0g0Q/s1600/031120101396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGyHUxUNjI/AAAAAAAAASc/PkvvC6y0g0Q/s320/031120101396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535401255919433266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical helped me discover the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I dont know how to pout.&lt;br /&gt;* I dont know how to take high angle pics.&lt;br /&gt;* I cannot look up in the camera and smile at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;* I will never get those twenty minutes of my life back.&lt;br /&gt;* I should never try this again.&lt;br /&gt;* Girls who do this kinda stuff are not Muslim [^.^]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my lazy eye is quite prominent.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell? My right eye?&lt;br /&gt;Also, meri eyes kitna empty haina?:/&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGzCgpEl5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/2Vmlx39TRSQ/s1600/031120101415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGzCgpEl5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/2Vmlx39TRSQ/s200/031120101415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535402272718362514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its distrubing.&lt;br /&gt;And please, do notice that I have pretty eye lashes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGyO4fTBLI/AAAAAAAAASk/FXTzLx-IQZA/s1600/031120101415.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I also made awesome brownies today.&lt;br /&gt;They were really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody better discover me soon.&lt;br /&gt;My awesomeness is being wasted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGylJNbu5I/AAAAAAAAASs/hy0GY7vzGVA/s1600/031120101380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGylJNbu5I/AAAAAAAAASs/hy0GY7vzGVA/s200/031120101380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535401768212216722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do know other words...just...awesome sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;Its an exaggerated term.&lt;br /&gt;I love exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;And ice.&lt;br /&gt;And jelly.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Jelly=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-4510568183842574807?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4510568183842574807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=4510568183842574807' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4510568183842574807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/4510568183842574807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-ever-since-i-left-my-old-job-i-have.html' title='Six Points of Feminine Law'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/TNGyHUxUNjI/AAAAAAAAASc/PkvvC6y0g0Q/s72-c/031120101396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5649963135547040231</id><published>2010-11-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:53:28.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>A public Service Message.</title><content type='html'>I've been living where I live for almost 17 years now and I still dont know my neighbors. I just found a blogger who's also my neighbor like yaYy:D&lt;br /&gt;I still dont knwo who she is.&lt;br /&gt;shit shit cold water shit cold...ehehe&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Rida ayi thi. Hum ko to itna sara maza aya jee haan apko to aya bhi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;This new place that I joined...the dude whos supposed to supervise me is like really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch ziada hi "nice" hai.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you hate these sentences?&lt;br /&gt;"meri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; bohat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; hain"&lt;br /&gt;"merey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; korma bohat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; kartey hain"&lt;br /&gt;Mutlab....Kiaw?&lt;br /&gt;Itna complicate karney ki kia zarorat hai sentence ko?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I know someone who uses the word "recon" in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I just find it odd. Who says that?:\&lt;br /&gt;I mean....its good that you do...good for you...but just...why so...constipated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it has been brought to my attention, by my super intelligent self, that my awesome cool generation is also suffering from "FB Status of Wisdom Syndrome" [FbSWS], because "Have-to-write-my-life-on-fb" [HWLFb], and "Compulsion-to-use-words-that-I-do-not-understand Syndrome" [CUWUS] was just not doing it anymore. Thats right.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to spread awareness because my very good friends are also suffering from it and soon it will be YOUR friend who is continuously writing things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, it irritates those who wish to destroy you" &lt;/span&gt;and "&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Altering your rules all the time leads you to an extreme situation of intolerance. Don't give up until its a doom day" &lt;/span&gt;in their status, which will be updated at least three times a day. That is a lot of news feed. FbSWS does not only shits up the wall of the patient, but also has adverse effects on the homepage of the 745 people in their friend's list. Please beware, the disorder is highly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5649963135547040231?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5649963135547040231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5649963135547040231' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5649963135547040231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5649963135547040231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/public-service-message.html' title='A public Service Message.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7936961064050446660</id><published>2010-11-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:23:37.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yak Yak'/><title type='text'>I like to sit next to no one.</title><content type='html'>I just remembered why I actually started working. I dont like staying at home all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Its frustrating not having a life...24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I will officially start my new job tomorrow at 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, its a stay-at-home kinda stuff. But pays good so...I need money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Like really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I have to pay for my university all by myself. Like completely.&lt;br /&gt;Know what that means? Im gona have to work like an ass for the next two years and study at the same time. And Im not exactly hating the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Its the stay at home part which irritates me. And Im not exactly a party animal. I mean...I dont get out of the house at all. But I want to for work or study or something productive. Fazul mai I dont like roaming around in the malls and cafes and restaurants, laughing like idiots, and giving each other high fives for cracking a lame ass joke. Looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amna, my weird cousin &lt;a href="http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cousin.html" target="_blank"&gt;Amna&lt;/a&gt;, made us race her the other day. And we had to. Once she decides something you have to give it to her. Shes kind of large n stuff...really beats the crap out of me:s&lt;br /&gt;And Im not kidding, she does. Im not that strong physically. I can fight verbally all you want...and I usually win. Not that it makes a difference. But ya know.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I type like Im Ashton Kutcher and a bunch of 13 year old virgins are waiting for me to narrate my life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kal Rida arai hai. Hum ko to itna maza ayega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7936961064050446660?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7936961064050446660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7936961064050446660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7936961064050446660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7936961064050446660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-to-sit-next-to-no-one.html' title='I like to sit next to no one.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-5369085133818914299</id><published>2010-10-27T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:25:24.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>*sad* *slap* *smile*</title><content type='html'>The masla of my life [which has been going on for about two weeks] has been resolved. Its like nothing ever happened. The culprit came out clean. The accused are to apologize to the culprit. And I found out that the person I have been defending all this time will do anything to get out of the shit, even it means denying the truth and making the other person look like a liar. Not a very good feeling I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to someone about it but I dont want to repeat the whole thing all over again. Im in no position to confront cuz its all over now and bringing it all up will mean starting a new fuck up. I know. Loser hoon.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to study my ass off and die.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;So...sup?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a job anymore so Im like...pretty jobless at the moment. I was supposed to get the appointment letter from this place like yesterday but...yeah. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been spending way too long checking my face in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;My new specs make me look more intelligent than I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know GBU stands for "God Bless U"?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;GBU sounds like a gaali Sania came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Younger now than we were before.&lt;br /&gt;Kasam khuda ki Im disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting attached to people.&lt;br /&gt;They all fuck you up sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Bus Ive decided. No more human interaction.&lt;br /&gt;Im very happy with my Google and Donalds. We need no one.&lt;br /&gt;Go away. Sab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-5369085133818914299?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5369085133818914299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=5369085133818914299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5369085133818914299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/5369085133818914299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-slap-smile.html' title='*sad* *slap* *smile*'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-2279210373270298680</id><published>2010-10-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:46:45.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What?'/><title type='text'>I like eggs.</title><content type='html'>So Ive been checking out universities right...well...one actually...I dunno why I exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...so i went to check it out and it was like Bad. I dont want to write the name cuz I dont want to label the student there but seriously...the students there suck. I mean the place is nice right...nice big entrance and park and big air conditioned classes but the students...uff.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not even talking about appearance or whatever...just they were so...well...I dont know. They just dint look like they study...you know...their body language was so pathetic and all of them...and this is no exaggeration...ALL of them were talking about someone else being in a relationship. Seriously. Mutlab...kia?&lt;br /&gt;Insan koi tameez ki baat hi karleta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Pata nai whats wrong with everyone. Kin chakkaron ma lagey hua hain sab. Kisi ko kisi bhi cheez ka khayal hi nai hai. Guys want to get married to the prettiest girl, girls want to get married to the richest guy. Bus. Iskey baad to kuch hai hi nai kisi ki life mai. Mujhey nai samajh atey aaj kal ke bachey. Ajeeb superficial si life jee rai hain.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if I sound judgmental but the youth here seems to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like eggs, when made right of course. Dont you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeee&lt;/span&gt; at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-2279210373270298680?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2279210373270298680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=2279210373270298680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2279210373270298680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/2279210373270298680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-eggs.html' title='I like eggs.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7662265468919264292</id><published>2010-10-25T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:36:39.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Lonely fucker on the lose.</title><content type='html'>Im addicted to the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Its a dangerous love affair?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;Which indicates that I have a lot going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Its something unpredictable, but in the end its right. Only it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Meri baatain samajh ati hain kisi ko?&lt;br /&gt;Mujhey to nai ati.&lt;br /&gt;I got 82% in Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get labeled?&lt;br /&gt;I get labeled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Uzma is rude. Uzma is a bitch. Uzma ka kisi se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mizaaj&lt;/span&gt; nai milta, Uzma ko to kuch pasand hi nai hai, Uzma itni careless hai, itni emotionless hai, ajeeb hai, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;What do you get labeled?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get tired?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get judged?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I acting so gay?&lt;br /&gt;I sound like "look at me I feel what no one has ever felt before which makes me different".&lt;br /&gt;This isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;Im just trying to genuinely feel something so I can blog because Im hating the last few posts.&lt;br /&gt;Sab ko lagta hai I think Im very hot and Im waiting for a hotter prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;Its irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;I like old songs.&lt;br /&gt;Im actually very lame.&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the silence?&lt;br /&gt;They wont.&lt;br /&gt;Main wohi hoon moomin-e-mubtila:\&lt;br /&gt;I dont like myself after midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7662265468919264292?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7662265468919264292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7662265468919264292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7662265468919264292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7662265468919264292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/lonely-fucker-on-lose.html' title='Lonely fucker on the lose.'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028629702346895227.post-7268126972299561730</id><published>2010-10-23T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:16:53.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ze schitz'/><title type='text'>iHate</title><content type='html'>Every time I trust someone, I end up getting in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I believe some, I end up looking like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like keeping up with fools that Im related to.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to explain the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It is how it is.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why Im forced to talk to people and listen to their bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why I have to be guilty for telling the truth and then apologize for telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand how liars and back stabber end up coming out clean from fuck up while the other person who has nothing to do with the fuck up ends up looking like a fucking chutia.&lt;br /&gt;I hate forced relations.&lt;br /&gt;Relations I dint get to pick.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to keep up with them.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is self centered self obsessed opportunist looking for an opportunity to benefit from every situation.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to not do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028629702346895227-7268126972299561730?l=andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7268126972299561730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028629702346895227&amp;postID=7268126972299561730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7268126972299561730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028629702346895227/posts/default/7268126972299561730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andanotheremoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/ihate.html' title='iHate'/><author><name>uzme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14148228643958335363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU04DdiKbQQ/SoKFKX6o2mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dpWAko2EenE/S220/03082009189.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
