" How does it feel to be so open about ur life infront of all the strange people who visit ur site? " . Well suroor to be honest , i find that most people ARE strange until you get to know them . Without the strange , how would you settle for the 'normal' . And if you do , how would you say which one is which . It may be that they're not weird afterall . However there can be a zillion contradictions and edifices which stand in way of a clear demarcation .


As far as im concerned , I thrive on people . Nature . Sunshine . Seaside . Cats (pet cats i mean !) ... Weird ??? . This is nothing . You asked how it feels to share . I say i feel right at home .


I've never shared stuff . Never . You see this one time at band camp .. heheh .. just kidding ... this one time due to certain turn of events , i found myself by a tree with no one around . I figured if this could happen once , it could happen again and again and again . Then i decided there's no point in talking bout it to those around you b/c they cannot listen . Even if they listen they cannot understand . Even if they understand , they cannot help . Plus y burden someone with your stuff .. right ..


So here THESE strangers are my id's . I get to talk about things that bother me . Those who find these things interesting or weird ... people like you , take it out on my guestbook . I inturn read em and use them as a grid . Its a safe game . Some of youz prefer the Email . Well .. emails are a total moral boast . For instance right now im in Rawalpindi . Its freezing , im wearing a couple of cardigans , socks n stuff and im snuggled in my blankey . Even then i feel like im sitting on top of Mohd Ali's Tomb in Karachi ; Bare ass .. IMAGINE .


The Battery of my notebook will keep me up for atleast a coupla more hours . Oh .. about the moral part ... I recently planned this event for special kids . Needed to get intouch with potential venues . Thus im here . The moral thing comes here . Its this moral boast that has made this even possible . Makes me smile when i see these kids all smiling , oblivious of this world . The surroundings . On the other hand , it gets soggy at times too . Y am i not like them . Y are they not like me . Such a shame that they have to be chained , shackled or even at times tied to beds . Im different and i just hafta play my part . This year has been phenomenal . Ive changed . I smile now . Wooooo Hoooooo . There's more to it . But if this hasnt bored you to death , read all of these from the begining . Start from the bottom ... You'll know what i mean . Coming to your part sohaima .


why would abbu kick me out for such a small reason . To put it simple .. My dad was not used to " NO's " . I was the first one . He made an example outta me . Or so he thought . When i look at myself today , i feel that ive lived up to my mother's expectations . Although im not gonna marry this year . Aarghhhhhh . Never . Ive told her this again and again and im sure as i write this , she's busy in karachi calling up a buncha ppl to gather at our house on eid . The bardekhawaa thing . Ohhh how i hate it .... Khairrrrr ....

Okay now the randoms ..


I screwed up my viva today . Nothing to worry about . I hope *fingers crossed* .


The cousin episode ends . He's okay alhumdollilah . Thankyou all who wrote to me . Ive replied individually to all . Nareeman ill call you when i get back .


Got a call from school . The principal wants the alumni dinner this month . Yeah Right . Like i dont have other things to do .


abhi abhi madiha called from Karachi . I need to report back on thursday ... Yayeee .. Here i come ....


This calls for a celebration . Im listening to Nadeem Jaffri's Sunoo . I better order some brownies and coffee .... Latterz ...