Hi. So I had a nice big post planned. My usual rants about everyday life, random complaints, my feelings, thoughts, views, wishes... everything was supposed to be in the post yours truly is writing right now. But there's a wee bit of problem.

I cannot for the life of me recall anything I'd planned.

So there. You, my non-existent readers, have been denied the pleasure of being enlightened about my highly-uninteresting life. Better luck next time, y'all.

Well. To heck with what I've forgotten. I'll just write whatever comes to my mind now and hope it'll all combine to form a nice big post.

Summer holidays. Oh, the magic of these words. The mere thought of three parhai-free months cheers me up. And the actual commencement of the aforementioned is something I long for the whole year. When the end of final exams is near, everyone is heard talking about their plans for the holidays. "Main to Pakistan ja rahi hun yaar.", "Oh, we'll go to Pakistan first, then to Malaysia and Singapore.", "Yeah, I'm going to Iran.", "I'll run off to England as soon as the result comes out!"... these were one of the few responses I got from fellows upon inquiring about their plans. I was looking forward to a similar, enjoyable vacation, packed with excitement. But as it turns out, fate had something else in store for me. Something that included me being stuck here in this country where the temperature goes up to 49C. But no complaints. -sighs-
My daily routine in holidays is something I'm ashamed of. Getting up late, having one proper meal in a day, being glued to the computer, lazing around, doing absolutely nothing productive... you get the idea, don't you, my non-existent readers? This year it's a bit worse. Tempers are usually high, and there's less-than-usual activity. All I do is stare at the laptop for God-knows-how-long, shout occasionally at little bro, sleep at odd times, have bits of food when my tummy rumbles, moan & complain, and do nothing constructive.
So basically, this summer will take a miracle to be a memorable one. Unless I have some sense knocked into me. Which is also kinda impossible without a miracle.

I'll just go and finish my Capri-Sun and wish Dad brings a shawarma tonight.
Bye, y'all.

Sorry. Run out of titles. Again. =\

Weekend. Finally. Thank you, Lord.

But I won't get to enjoy the weekend as much as I'd like to, because Uncle End-of-Year-Tests is just round the corner. I'm worried sick. But it's not like my being worried sick is having an effect on my internet-ing habits. I'm still on Facebook/ (isn't it time MS Word/ Blogger/ everything else stopped trying to tell me 'Facebook' isn't a word?) Blogger/ MSN/ whatnot every moment of my free time. Well. This would have to change, obviously. I'd die of guilt and shame if I score less than I what I hope to in Uncle End-of-Year-Tests. *shudders*

I signed in to Blogger today to find the Pakistani blogosphere abuzz because of the ban on Facebook. And YouTube and Flickr too, apparently. Found very interesting pieces like this one here. Many people who blogged about the issue have a fair point. Why not ban only the blasphemous content, why the whole sites? They banned YouTube, Facebook and Wikipedia. Why are they oblivious to the fact that the sites provide loads of positive stuff too? There's stuff against Islam, and the teachings of Islam all over the internet. So why not make the internet inaccessible in the country? It's beyond most of us why the LHC took this decision. I wholeheartedly condemn the page that was the cause of this ban, but we should have shown our opposition in more practical ways than violence and banning a handful of (useful) sites.

-Abrupt change of topic-

When I first came to the UAE, I remember someone saying that a fine of as much as 100K Dirhams is payable by anyone who killed a camel, intentionally or otherwise. I thought this law was a bit weird. How could anyone kill a camel? I imagined a road in the middle of the desert, with a car, the driver of which is not aware of a camel crossing the road... when he does become aware of the fact, he rams his feet hard on the brake, the car comes to a screeching halt, and the poor camel is lying on the road, injured, of course. :p

This was a scene I had thought I was very, very unlikely to witness. But witness it I did. And at a time when I had been least expecting to. The scene was similar to what I had imagined, except that no one got hurt
We were on our way home from school. Had missed a turn or something, and were God-knows where.Ours was pretty much the only car on the slim road in the middle of the desert. The speed was 80km/h. Until we saw the ship-of-the-desert crossing the road, that is. We slowed down, and waited patiently for the majestic (to me, at least. Don't know about anyone else) creature to cross. Little bro, however, was not very patient, and made it apparent by saying, 'Ab jaldi kar lain road cross, your majesty.' Lol. And I cursed myself repeatedly for not having a camera on me. That was something you didn't get to see everyday. -_-

-Abrupt end of post. Bye.-

PS: My writing skills are worsening at a rapid pace. 

Awesomeness.

Read this at school. Wanted to share.

Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher.

 

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

Caution: Ramdon updates ahead.

This is a very ramdon post. As the title suggests.

Unnecessary/ excessive use of exclamation marks should be punishable by law. How cool is using exclamation marks instead of every punctuation mark?

I want to throw up when people:
TyPe lYkE d!Hz, randomly Capitialise normal Words in sentences, use spellings like 'nd, bt, knw, cud, abt', add a 'z', or worse, an 'x' after 'lol', or show that they have never heard of things such as 'full stops' and 'commas' (example: 'hmm lol ok i knw ill be waitng thnx ma lov luv ya bye muahx').

Okay, I know I probably should keep my views to myself.

Smooth Criminal needs to get out of my head.

I think I messed up my Bio test. I don't know why I feel so satisfied. (Umeed pe dunya qaim ha.)

I lovvvvvve The Me's bloggg. <3 :D

There's something wrong with my camera's battery. :'(

I went to Getex Dubai. It was awessssooommmee. There were sooo many universities. Offering sooo many scholarships. Which obviously meant sooo many opportunities for me. I can't wait to get into one of those universities. :D

Merely two days after five long days of non-stop hard work is not enough time for a break. It's high time the administration of my school realised this.

I find Popeye SOOO lame and weird and unrealistic. Do you, too?

I owe so much to Sergey Brin and Larry Page. <3

I am very nostalgic these days. Bohat yaad ata ha sab kuch...

I are being followed. =O. By 9 people! =O =O =D

School for 12 years, college for another 6 years, work until you die... how fair is that?

Enough ranting. Bye-bye.

There's GOT to be a way.

I need to go into Facebook re-hab. My addiction to that site is growing by the day. I have a huge Chemistry test to prepare. There's French work, too. Not to mention that God-damned Physics presentation. But. I STILL have time to go on Facebook and spend hours there.

This is not good.

I want to get the highest in that test. Which I take in a few hours' time. But whenever I open that copy, nothing just GETS into my mind... flows over the top of my head. D:

Please tell me how I should bring myself to study when there's a laptop with a high-speed internet connection in front of me. If any suggestion works, I'll owe you more than anything I can ever pay.

Yeah, really. I'm that desperate. D:

You have to look through the rain to see the rainbow. :)

Friends, you know what, every day can be a good one, if we want it to see it that way, that is. Yes, really. It depends upon your definition of 'good days'. Believe it or not, we can find happiness in the simplest of things. For instance, once I was in the worst of my moods, wearing a disgusting scowl and emanating a dont-talk-to-me-i'll-kill-you radiation which those in my vicinity were acting against. So, you can imagine how hard it was to make me smile at that time. :P
I have this weird habit of Facebooking more than usual when I'm in a bad mood. That time was no exception. I was on Facebook, and saw a new message by a very good friend. It was a VERY cute one. Told me how much she missed me and loved me. I slowly took in the meaning of those three lines, and lo and behold, I was all smiles after that.
In that baddd mood, when I thought everything was meant to be against me, I was told that I was loved and missed. Made my day, that message really did. =).
My point is that there's a silver lining in every dark cloud. No matter what you're going through, there's ALWAYS a silver lining. Look for it, it may turn up in the most unexpected of places. Trust me. =)

My blog.

Is not dead.

Hahaha, yes. I haven't updated in ages.

I know.

But. 

That does not mean it's dead.

Maybe I should stop, because I don't really know what I'm writing. =S

Kher. Ladies and gentlemen, I are back. =D

It's funny how this sounds like I'm addressing  a really big audience. =]

I got another follower, by the way. :D.

Which makes up for the one I lost. ='(

Which means I'm back on 5. =]

Okay, really now. I must end this post, which is getting weirder by the word. =|

B-bye.

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