Me,Myself and I

A Small Tribute !!!

2006-07-03T08:02:00.003-07:00

Once upon a time there was a little girl….a girl like so many other girls in her school with no special talents. From pre-primary to primary and from primary to secondary she used to be a typical nerd …a girl who used to memorize notes and lectures in every theoretical subject, who had to learn by heart everything when it came to subjects like English, Urdu and Pakistan Studies …a girl who used to take help from essay guides and internet when it came to writing essays .But when she came in class 8th she met someone…someone who happened to know more about her then she herself did.
That person started to force the little girl to take part in writing competitions, dramas and speeches against her will.
She started forcing the little girl to write poem for the poem writing competition. The little girl didn’t like being forced. She hated to try doing what she thought she couldn’t. She searched everywhere for the topic which was given to her so that she could copy it and give it to the person who just didn’t not stop forcing her to write. But well she couldn’t do that but kept on whining and crying about it. She complained about that to everyone including her parents and friends but no one could help her out , otherwise that person would have come to know of it. Finally after much crying she gave up and wrote a poem for that person but that person just didn’t stop there. She kept forcing the little girl to write essays, to write explanations of the poems in the text book on her own and if she didn’t ,she used to make a big red circle on her notebooks and made her write again and again until she wrote something on her own . The shy little girl who first didn’t have the courage to face people was made to take part in speeches and dramas and she wasn’t the shy girl any more.
Miraculously, the things that person made the little girl do started giving results. The little girl got the human rights recognition certificate for the very first poem she wrote for which she was forced to death. The same shy little girl was now a part of every activity taking place in her school.
Time passed and the little girl wasn’t so little anymore. She started discovering new horizons and the person who happened to be her first guide to the face of life was left far behind.
Years passed by and that little girl never looked back All she learnt back in 1998 helped her all her life in future ,she never had to memorize anything in any subject and since then she became the part of every activity happening around her. She never became a big writer which that person dreamt about but she at least learned standing on her own .She helped her friends in their speeches, essay writings and presentations but she never had the time to look back
One day she got a call from her old school friend and she said “you know something, she is no more” and the girl knew nothing could bring her back now.
Well to unfurl the story the little girl I wrote about was myself and the person behind all this was my Urdu teacher Mrs. Mah-e-Talat.This story is a little piece of tribute for the person who not only helped me for what I am today but a lot of my university fellows who are from the same school as mine and are her students are a testimony to the fact that she helped us all for what we are today
I know you aren’t here to read these words but still I Thank You Maam for being there when I needed you the most :-)
May God rest her soul in peace!!!

Book Bank Bangg!!!

2006-03-24T01:13:00.000-08:00

Though the pictures “say it all” but well for those of you who still didn’t understand I don’t blame” you”.
In my university there is supposed to be a “Book Bank Day” at the beginning of each session every year in which the Book Bank gives every student a chance to get 4 books for the whole year on the payment of a very small amount of money .The distribution criteria we follow in our class is “first come first serve”.
So what we do in our class since the past two years is whoever reaches the university first on that particular day and writes his/her name on the list of paper kept on the book bank counter is supposed to be the first one to get the books and the list goes on like this.
This year some girls reached the university around 6:45 am .I came around 7:15 and was still the number 16th in the list. Anyways the list kept growing from the 1st period when this “one person” came so late in class that it was already the 3rd period by then.
I was responsible for keeping the list and when he came I handed over the list to him so he can write his name. Since he being the most religious person of class from whom no one expects any thing that is wrong so no one even doubted for a second that he started making a fake list with the order of one guy name on the top of the list and then a name from girls and so on (keeping equal proportion from both the genders) and after he finished the class CR along with him submitted the list to the book bank authorities.
The real drama started when at 2 pm all the class reached book bank and the people responsible to distribute the books started calling the names from the list given by CR. There was a huge roar from the girls and they refused taking any books and thus a fight started. The Book Bank authorities came outside their offices and the guards from the nearby departments came running down to the place where both girls and guys were passing strong remarks on each other.
Finally the dispute settled upon the entry of one of our teacher who also happened to drop by to know what was going on. It was decided to call one name from each of the two lists one by one and thus since that’s what the teacher decided everyone followed what he said.
The interesting thing was that each and every student got all the books he/she wanted no mater even if he was the last person in the list and still there were books left to be distributed.
According to the Book Bank authorities it was the first time in the history of CIS Dept that students fought over books ,before this happened only once in the Civil Dept.
All I regret is that we being the students of Third year acted like little kids and brought ignominy not only to ourselves but to our university.All i can hope and pray is that we dont see an "action reply" of this drama ever again ..........

Yearly Bites 05

2006-01-01T03:10:00.001-08:00

Class Group At Annual Dinner 05
The Qawali from the class guys at Annual Dinner 05 PDC 2005 (all the officials and volunteers )

The Cake after i "almost dropped " it down
The cake cutting ceremony at the farewell
Sir Saqib's Farewell 05
Cricket planning at the picnic
Picnic 2005 "the bus ride"
Class of S.E 2005
Combined effort for Electronics Assignment
(we bunked Sir Saqib's class )
A walk in the rain when we bunked all the classes(Jan 05 )

Birthday Blastt !!!!!

2005-11-29T08:41:00.000-08:00

AanD it was my BirthDay today ....even though the Maths 3 exam tried to spoil it all.... Thx to Rejaa for waiting for hours outside my class so that i finish my pre viva chores and then she can drag me for a treat.My 20th Bday was the most exceptional birthday i ever celebrated as I didn’t actually feel like it was my bday before i went to university .Exams on birthdays spoil all the fun but well ...i had no other choice .....but this year it was all due to my friends that made me feel so special on my bday.
This post is DEDICATED to all my friends and fellows for making it so special for me….without all of you being there I would have surely celebrated my birthday sitting in a corner mourning abt my exams especially the last paper so here goes my “Thank You” list
Thx to Reja & Sidrah for being more enthusiastic about my bday then myself.
Thx to Amna for sending an sms every hour to help me remember its my big day.
Thx to Qurat,Samia,Rimsha,Anoosha who wished and sang me the bday song as soon as i entered my department.
Thx to Nida who came at 7:30 to my house to drop my bday present
Thx to my sister and cousins for their wishes.
Thx to Sarfaraz,Shoaib and Noman for all those wishes, sms and the courtesy of asking for a gift even after i ditched them of their treat.Neverthless thx to Sir Saqib for being one of the first to wish me as its always great to know that your teachers also have a concern for you .
Thx to my mom and dad who insisted that I should celebrate my bday by cutting a cake while I was considering it to be very childish .
Thx to all those who sent scraps and called me and everyone else out there ,this day I truly realized the importance of friends ,without them I would still have been suffering from the post exam trauma rather then celebrating my bday !!!

The Way Exams Have Made Me Look !!!

2005-11-02T09:46:00.000-08:00

This picture is an exact depiction of the way most of us (read NEDIANS) look like when we have our final exams i.e ,(12 theory papers and 7 practicals)..........

Exam Time !!!

2005-10-26T18:17:00.000-07:00

Phewww!! and all this has not yet ended.All those times when i did not update my blog have been real tough on me.
The top most reason being Exams!!!!This time its tough luck with my batch of 2003-04 as first paper was LDST and most of us were unable to complete it in the given time .Next Electronics hit us with all its force and left us all wondering abt what we did all this year to face such a horrible end in Electronics .
Finally maths 2 came as a cool breeze and then Sir Zafar Qasim gave us all an "EIDI" by making the easiest Data Structures paper i could have ever imagined!!.Thx to him he gave us something to cherish while we have a 12 day gap for eid.
So its all well before exams hit me again on 7th november with the most horrifying paper of Computer Architecture!!

ViVa BlUeS

2005-09-08T21:05:00.000-07:00

As it was my last viva today...i am sure i wont be able to forget the last 2 weeks which have left each and every one in my class in a complete distress.Finally we are done with them and saturday would be the last working day before exams start on october 11th.

Never on any occasion you would see the whole class together studying like there is no end .This is one of the most common scene one could come across before the end of session in N.E.D in the corridors,labs and teacher's offices.

There is always sumone better!!!

2005-08-28T01:09:00.000-07:00

One of my teacher Sir Saqib Ilyas whom i mentioned earlier is leaving for his Phd to Lahore .He had his last class with us today.After a little formal lecture he started giving answers to the questions my fellows asked about his personal and professional life.As i was sitting in the middle row and due to extreme noise in the back rows i couldnt hear most of his answers but when one of my fellow mate asked him "Sir aap ko ghussa nahi ata?".I almost fell of my chair to hear his reply and though i couldnt catch up most of his words(thx to the back benchers) what i heard was "you get angry when u think you are more good then the other person and one shd think that if he is good there is always someone better".....
So this was the reason he never seemed to get angry ......*Sighhhh*
....and i presume thats why most of the students like Sir Saqib bcz we have never seen a single line on his forehead in circumstances when sum other teacher could have gone mad on us ...
I have always been a very arrogant person.... (one of the "untolds"i meantioned to disclose in my first blog entry ). I atleast get angry one time a day though i dont exactly show up at times ...and even when i do i dont care who the other person is ....and today i havent got angry a single time....every time the words echo in my mind" sumone out there could be more good then me ...more right then I am"...and it cools me down...so anyone reading it out believe that "there is always sumone better" and u probably will notice a huge difference in the lines on ur forehead...

Farewell

2005-08-23T23:58:00.000-07:00

This week we have bid farewell to two of our most loved teachers Maam Humera Noor and Sir. Saqib Ilyas as Miss Humera is flying to Florida for her studies and Sir Saqib is going to Lums for his Phd. Planning for the farewell was the most fun part of it……I remember sitting in class after our classes end the other day and all 5 or 6 of us kept arguing abt what to do and how to manage.At last when after abt half an hour we decided abt the amount of money we needed to have from every student ..me and few girls practically stood by the entrance to get it from every girl student who entered the class…and the boys did the same with the students outside.Everyone seemed so enthusiastic about the farewell and was so much willing to contribute that I seriously wonder that if the teachers know how much their students adore them.
The most fun past was when we almost had a fight abt what to give them as a sovenuier …I hope sarfaraz remembers it well :P….at last flowers were decided to be bought and the emphasis was as big a bouquet as it can be …to let our teachers know how much we are going to miss them…….So yesterday we arranged a small farewell party for Miss.Humera and it was such a nice feeling to communicate with teachers with such ease and without any formalities and Miss Humera is one of the teachers who are surely like friends, you can say anything to her and u can go running up to her for the smallest of issues.She was the one who passed my name to the magazine head believing that i can do it though i have always remained doubtful and i got the chance to do few things which i always dreamt of.I thank you Maam for all what you did for me especially last year in the project viva and I wish you all the best Maam..May u get success in whatever you do.
Today it was a small party for Sir Saqib and Sir Shahab and Sir Zafar Qasim also joined us.Sir Saqib cut the cake and after that when I was about to pass the cake to my fellows I almost dropped it.Thank god it didn’t actually happen otherwise I can imagine that this would be remembered as an all time joke…lol
It was Riffat’s birthday as well so she also got the chance to cut the rest of the cake and we all sang her the birthday wish.In the end our class CR handed over the bouquet to sir saqib and there the party ended leaving us with only the memories.
I wish both of the teachers the best of everything in their lives and all the good luck to accompany them wherever they go!!!

Back To Reality

2005-08-16T03:22:00.000-07:00

Ever since I have come back from London i cannot just make my self believe that am back to wat i have left here.......in my thoughts i am still there.....though living there wasnt the easiest part as well......and sometimes it feels I never went anywhere ...I was here...right at this place...and all what i went through was a dream.... Its been 9 days since I am back and still its very difficult for me to get back to work and studies....although upon reaching back to uni i heard a lot of bad news including all those test flunks..attendence problems ,due dates of assignments and i have been busy all this week to cover as much as i can because even before flying to london i didnt particularly take interest in whatever i did at university and now the classes seem even more boring and the tests more horrible then ever....hope i get over all this as soon as i can My London trip this time after 2 years was just for my sisters wedding...a six day trip and in those six days i tried to go to every place that i could...went to shopping at Marble Arch andOxfords probably every other day..though i rarely got the courage to buy anything because of the difference of price of the same thing in pakistan.....though i still did a lot of shoping when my dad was there to pay it all :D My sisters wedding was one of the unforgettable ones...it was at a beautiful place in Ascot ...full of greenary and if one wants to get a glimpse of how the heaven is...i think it is from here where you can.....NorthCote House,SunningDale park was the most beautiful place to set a wedding and was an hour drive from Central London . We even went to Brighton which is small town with a beautiful beach and had a very good time there.Brighton is famous for being one of the oldest nudist beaches but we didnt exaclty go to the beach...we spent most of the time in shopping around the small town and then had a wonderful lunch...which is always something vege for me while i am in london. Next day we went to Selfridges and Harrods which i guess is one of the most expensive place sin London.We had a wonderful buffet lunch at Harrods..though i didnt have the option to have anything but salad and desserts but that was one of the lunch i would never forget becuase it was such a big hall with the best arrangements and music ...everything looked so perfect...bad that i forgot to bring the camera there. Last but not the least i spent everyother night eating at southhall ...because thats the place where u can easily find all the halal food.most of my lunches and dinners happened to be at southhall and its a fun place to visit.Nonetheless i even saw a Pakistani AutoRikshaw by a shop on which my cousin remarked as "London walon nay yeh auto yahan chalanay nahi diya kay bhai yeh cheez apnay mulak main hi chalo " .......southhall does look like Pakistan alot....you would see loads of women and girls wearing shalwar qameez and sari's... chit chatting in urdu or punjabi and you would feel like you are in Pakistan though this Pakistan is a lot more cleaner then our own.. The major mind blowing part of my London trip was when i was returning back from PIA and i forgot to confirm my seat before i arrived on the airport ..and when the lady at the PIA counter informed me that my name is not showing up on the system....i forgot all wat i was feelings beacuse of leaving my family there and just prayed that i do get a seat in that flight....my mom ran to the ticket counter for PIA and they informed us that they have put me on the waiting list and i will get a seat if i am lucky enough cz their were apparently no seats....and when it was just 45 minutes left before departure i got a call from the counter that i am lucky enough to get one seat out of only 2 which were left.......i was so over joyed that i started crying and was smiling at the same time .....the next thing i did was to go to the VAT counterto clain my VAT and ran back and after meeting my mom and dad ran towards the boarding gate which gets closed 15 min before departure......upon my way to the boarding gate i missed all those duty free shops from which i was planning to shop for the choclates for my friends and all those perfumes i wanted to buy.....but considering the fact i was the last passenger to board was such a relief.... When the plane landed at Quaid -i-Azam international Karachi airpport it was 7 am in the morning....i have been awake for the last night and so much worn out that i was one of the first to get off from the plane and get to the immigration counter... Finally i bought a bag of chocolates from the Khi duty free for my family here and came rushing out without going through the security check at the airports and no one even stopped me ....i guess the ppl at the baggage check were in a deep slumber at 7 am in the morning .. So this was all in a nutshell for my trip to London this time....and now i am back to work and busy on tests and vivas and not to forget even the magazine ppl have started getting on my nerves for the articles i promised to submit by now but this time i dont seem to have my heart and mind put to work due to which everything seems to be at a dead end right now !!!

My sisters Wedding!!!

2005-08-03T19:33:00.000-07:00

Right now am in an internet cafe in london where i have come to attend ma sisters wedding.....she left for her honeymoon to Malaysia yesterday and i am missing her alot...life is very different without her being in the room we share wen i come.......but loads of best wishes and congrats to her .......
London is cool....fascinating and fun...life here is so full of fun that i dont wana come back.....have visisted so many places ....did a lot of shopping.....went to the beach ...and did everything possible....will blog abt the trip soon wen i come back cz here it costs me a pound for using the internet for an hour
so here i run
will see ya soon Pakistannnnn
Byee!!!

An Eternal loss.....

2005-07-26T02:33:00.000-07:00

Tears could not bring him back......but this fact isnt very strong enough to hold them back .He was one of the persons i started looking upon for even the smallest things wen i first got into N.E.D.... He was my English Teacher..Mr. Ali raza(late).... I never thought one day I will be writing abt him.....wen I know he wont be reading it..who used to read all those stupid emails and poems I sent him....... The last time we met I remember I was going to a birthday party with my friends after university.....so i was quite dressed up...and when i met him he noticed that at once and asked"sabrina wats the matter ajj bohot khush ho aur itni tayari ??...i remember me and him laughing and talking abt his new students ..his family and he always used to say that he would never get students like us....he was more then a teacher to me....a near and dear friend..a father figure... I was the one he used to call as soon as he entered the class..I often told him what he had to teach us that day...he always took me as one of his best students.......and they way he treated me .......very few of my teachers have treated me that way........though i have always been a very good student but none of the teachers came so close to me personally.....and now wen i write these lines i know words would never suffice to hold the fact that he was the bestest teacher i ever had.... I remember beacuse of being the most active student in his class ...he promised me full 20 marks for the sessionals in front of the whole class......and wen in the finals i got 18 .......i asked him abt his promise.......and he really went out of his way to fulfill that...he called me twice at home ......and then called my class advisor to make sure he corrects my marks in the final sheet that had reached the chairman's office............ Today when around 9 am i heard the news of his death i was sitting in front of ma class making LDST attachment.........and after that i wasnt able to do anything......tears were all that i have...and no matter how much i tried not to cry right there...i couldnt hold them back...i remember talking with him in the same corridors where i sat now ....right till we entered in the class......he often used to be the first to greet me in the mornings...now those corridors suddenly felt so deserted ...without life........without Him.... I wish i could have met him just once...cz it had been quite a long time since i met him last ......i just wish i knew at that time that i wouldnt be able to see him again....and i would never let him go out of ma sight.......i wish ...and i wish....and the wishes are endless Today when i went for condolence to his house with all my classfellows.........the only thought in ma mind was this was the place a gr8 person resided...everything looked so deserted ..the house seemed to be mourning for the person who was a treasure to hold.....i never got a chance to visit his house when he was alive...but now wen he is not there to welcome me...i just wish i had never came here......looking up to his wife reminds me of the women whom he really loved....he always used to talk a lot abt this lady...who seriously deserved all that love and respect.......she looked an exceptional women..covered in a white dupatta...not a single tear droping from her eye..looked extremely contended to Allah's will.....looking at his daughter reminds me that she is the person ..who is a part of him.........and dunno why i felt my insides crying out for him to come back .........and ever since i have come back home.....i am not able to hold myself back.....i feel like i have lost the only person whom i could have turned to in any problem......though he wasnt teaching me this year...but the very fact that he is in this uni somewhere.....was so much satisfying........now that sense of satisfaction would be no more.....but all that unrests me more is the fact that i couldnt meet him for the last time.....i wish i just met him once before i hear this news....... Today when i know things wont ever be the same..i am helpless.....and i wonder if i would ever find a teacher like him.....i dunno what my other fellows feel about him But Sir here ...one of ur student ...would always cherish the times ...that she had with u...and u will always be in her prayers..now and forever

One of the memories i have of him

..and " IT "never looks back...

2005-07-02T02:17:00.000-07:00

....and time flies by so quickly...never looking back..and.....now wen its just 17 days more to ma vacations this all time favorite song of mine echo's in ma mind .......making me remember wat i shd have forgotton.but this time i want to hold"it" right here and never let it go :(

Time......
Where did you go
Why did you leave me here alone
Wait don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass

Now I've looked in the mirror
And the world's getting clearer
so wait for me
This time....

I'm down....
I'm down on my knees.........
I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion)
You don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)

Now I've looked in the mirror
And the world's getting clearerI
'll take what you give me
Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me
This time.......

I should've known better
I shouldn't have wasted those days....
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now.....
This is my time.....
And I'm gonna make this moment mine(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me.....
Please know that I'm learning.......

I've looked in the mirror....
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me
This time.....
This time.........

An Interview With Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman

2005-06-28T19:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday while i was sleeping and had no plans of getting up before noon i recieved a call at 7:00 am from Bilal Bhai who is in the surveying commitee of "vision" (my university's annual magazine).At first i totally disagreed to recognize him and when he reminded me of the magazine all of my lost senses instantly had to come back .He told me they have an interview arranged with Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman and i have to come .......whatttttttttttttttttt??nahiiiiiiiiii "no way ..why didnt u guys tell me earlier???" :@:@.
Next i called rehman bhai up and told him that i am "NOT" coming...but he reminded me that i am responsible for all the surveys and interviews and i have to come right now at any cost .Moreover he said that he has all the things arranged for the interview so i just have to come and be a part of it now thats wat can be labelled as "faltoo commitee ki active member" ........now u can imagine wat i did next....rushed up to the washroom for a quick shower...pick watever dress came in ma hands from ma closet ..got ready ...and rushed to uni......but as usual i was late as it takes me 45 min to reach to uni from ma place ....meanwhile i recieved two sms and several calls from Bilal bhai waiting for me.......now i couldnt tell them that if they think i will fly over to them in seconds they must be day dreaming :D
and imagine wat i saw when i reached Karachi University(where we were supposed to take interview from Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman).....no one waiting from me at all. I called Bilal bhai up and there he came in 10 min to pick me up...telling me we r way too late and we have a 15 min interview scheduled at 9:00am sharp......but "having life at its worse" was when the security guards at the gates didnt let us enter...finally at the cost of submitting his driving license we were allowed to enter and went to th HEJ Research Institute where we have Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman's office .......
After getting through the security system at the enterance and taking our visitor's card we went upstairs to the libaray meant for Phd students where we had all the team waiting for us ...and looking tottaly confused......i sat down and started reading the 41 questions they had prepared for the 15 min interview ...ridiculos... i told them he is not gonna ans in any way to all these questions..and that wat Mr.Mehboob his PA said when he saw our question that just mark out 10 important questions from all of these......and thats wat we did . Moreover we distributed the questions evenly among us five ..as who's gona ask what???
But the worse was yet to come........when the needles of the clock ticked from 9 to 10 and 10 to 11 and so on and there was absolutely no sign of Mr.Atta-ur-Rehman.All of us tired and bored went off to the nearby canteen where we had drinks and tried to kill time in the only way we could "gossiping and talking"...and finally at 1:00 pm we saw a Police motorbike followed by a police corrolla and there was Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman with full security protocols sitting in a car which had the plate on the front saying" Federal Minister" and tinted black glasses......We immediately tried to rush upstairs but me and rehman bhai got left behind beacuse of the road getting blocked by the security people...Finally we went upstairs where the rest of the team stood ready to take the interview.Again we had to wait for some time in the Library..and finally Mr.Mehboob called us to Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman's lab where he had his small office....imagine I got nervous and completely confused when I saw him sitting in front of me till he smiled at me and said" hello" and asked us to take the seats....it took me not more then 5 min to gain back all of my confidence and there Rehman bhai started off with introducing the team and the first question....we started to ask question in turn and i was totally impressed by his generous smile and freindly way of talking......he really made us all feel like we are not talking to the famous Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman but a person who is very close to us ....we asked him several questions...more then the question we have sidelined....and he v gracefully answered all of them....it was in no way a formal interview...but we actually discussed many of the things with him...though i dont remember all his answers right now...but the one i remember with exact wordings is when we asked abt an insitituion getting upgraded to a university he said"Ned is in no way a university because universities are represented by the research work they do and by their research papers that get published and frankly speaking most of the universities in Pakistan donot meet this criteria"........this left us all feeling bad but Truth is always bitter as we know......In the end he had to tell us that we have few more minutes left before we could end the interview and very quickly we asked him about his message to all the students and there we winded it up. In the end we had two pictures with Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman....which I would always cherish.....and he bid us goodbye.We had a little conversation with his PA after and we got to meet with the Express newspaper team which said that they r gona publish our interview in their friday edition as they had covered up all our talk...... .The clock was showing us 3:00pm so we all decide to get back to the university where i had my friends waiting for me......
We went up to KFC to have lunch and then went to dolmen where me and Reja shopped like crazy at the jewellry section of "Teens and Kids"..but all the time that meeting i just had with Dr.Atta-ur-Rehman was on my mind...and i seriously doubt abt ever forgetting that.
At like 7 in the evening reja went back to her home and me and sidra came back to ours.When I entered my room i was greeted by the Vs2005 Beta 2 Dvd...i was overwhelmed to see that and went running up to my mom to ask when did it come...I was over joyed to get it in just 4 days of placing the order....and finally dozed off to sleep at around 9:00pm beacuse i was tired like hell and didnt even have the energy to switch on my pc to check mails and slept till 10 this morning

..and plans are made to be failed

2005-06-27T01:39:00.000-07:00

.....umm i dunoo where to start from.....i am completely clueless tonight.....infact not much to say as well.. the continuous load shedding from KESC has left me completely short of words and full of agony....last night wen i was writing my first blog i was damn sure i wont let anyone know abt it...but i had too...and now atleast i have sumone reading up my blog :D:D
umm and yeah i didnt know that "it feels wonderful"....so i got the idea of wat blogging is meant for "if no one reads it wats the use of it"

My First Ever Blog

2005-06-26T02:02:00.000-07:00

well well well...i cant believe i made an account here @blogspot and now on to writing ma first ever blog. I have been reading quite a few blogs here for like 6 months and i used to think " Oh my god why do people have so much time to tell others what they are doing etc ?"...am not talking abt the people who are like writing about technical stuff...its abt the people who belong to "my type" i.e, the not so techii people :D anyways watever ..the thing i will do is i wont let my friends know abt my blog ..so i can write watever i would like too and let those people read who dont have a clue abt who "sabrina malik " is and it might be the case that no one bothers to read it :S umm i guess thats better cz until and unless no one reads it i can write wat i actully feel..though that can be dangerous in a way because some things are meant to be kept as secrets so till my next blog lets pray no one ever gets to know that here i am disclosing some of the "untolds"