On The Last Day.....

Monday, August 29, 2005

excited?.....no
happy?.......no
optimistic? no
nervous?....no



apathetic? very much so....

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Another Journey

Saturday, August 13, 2005

I'm be going off for umrah for 10 days im going to become very religious n very God scared.... atone for all the countless sins 9already at such young age) n pray for sum personal favors (oh God strike me rich, drop all da designers at my feet, make me ageless, make me a corporate top gun sumday, make all of my friends emotional slaves of mine (kiddin bahi) n wagayra wagayra) n sum not so selfish prayers (feed da kids of Sudan knock sum sense into dis world wit da need of another tsunami)

My mum also wants us to pray for Sheikh Zayed ...he wz such a nice ol softie. He let us stay here... get rich quick...n blow our lives in dis materialistic heaven Dubai....

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Teenage Tantrums & Motherhood Rants

Friday, August 12, 2005

Sum of da bizarre motherly conversations I have been having recently.....at home offcourse wer else..

At da coffee table in da kitchen:

Mum: ...sigh.... I cant bel how quickly uve grown up…it jus feels like yesterday when we got u ….u were so tiny u fit into ur dads palms…
Me: aww..Mum did u cry when u first saw me?
Mum: not really…. honestly I wz too exhausted to react
Me:Thnx mum...sure makes me feel gud
Sis: I rem how depressed da 2 of us were when bhai wz born...we wanted a girl
Me: I knw I wz only 8 but I felt betrayed...completely betrayed... I rem abbu wz taking 2 of us to da hospital n told us on da way...dat dis time we were planin to buy a brother instead of a sister.... stil brings tears to my eyes.... when I realize how traumatized I felt bout having a brother instead of a sister
Mum: *gasps in shock at all dese revelations*
Me: I hav started feeling emotional thingy bout motherhood...I hav made a decision to give birth to a total n all of 15 children sum day.
*More gasps n items dropping in da kitchen*
Mum: 15 KIDS? Wat r u planin to breed.... a zoo?
Sis: Baj u sound like sum1 from sum remote village in pind
Mum: even our Bengali maasi gave up after 5
Me: no nooo i think its soo amazin to hav lots n lots of babies to fill da house... I always wanted a double digit no. N then wed have one of those Thursday night feats n ill buy those long long oak dinner tables n make all my children sit in a row according to height order...
Sis: u do realize ull explode giving birth to so many.... even hippos r not equipped to handle such pressure...
Mum: 15 kids are slightly too much u shud hav 1 or 2 less betay...im tellin u da flab never comes off after delivery...
Sis: yes n we'll need to call in the Dubai Municipality every time... to clear up the poop all over da place....
Me: I thot u were partner wit me…When you, me & S (my cousins decided) dat wed hav kids at the same time n den one fine day S stabs us in the back marries off n nine months later pops a son.... n I haven’t even began to forgive our mother here for not informing me bout her pregnancy until 2 days later after she had been relapsed from da maternity ward...seriously mum ur soo prudish jus like dose mental ancient distant relatives of ours...
Mum: dont call my relatives mental... Ur dad’s r slightly though...

Outside a restaurant:

Me: Where's da napkin?
Sis: the one u gave me at table?
Me:yea
Sis: I wiped my mouth n threw it away
Me: YOU WHAT?
Sis: err.... I had kitchen stains on my upper lip
Me: I had written down a set of beautiful names for a son, which had suddenly popped in mind*breaks down gets all pms-y & high strung" now I wont even knw wat to name my kids...*sobs*
Sis:*rolls eyes* I didn’t knw u d be busy scribbling names of Ur future suns on da restaurant napkin.
Me: You ruined my life...I disown you
Sis: Mum wen is she gettin off da pills.....

In the car:

Abbu: beta dont worry bout the money at LUMS...you hav Ur card its Swiss n gold...dont fiqar bout the limit. Me: Abbu not in my right mind would I want the monthly bill to land on your desk
Abbu: *lets out an evil victorious laugh* but beta Ur MCB account at LUMS will only be in rupees...
Me: *groans*

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Chicken Soup for the Material Soul

Thursday, August 11, 2005


Like a true child of capitalism & with no shame what-so-ever, I recently embarked on shopping trips that would have made the corporate hawks in Washington proud & make Paris Hilton look like a little lamb. I’m pretty sure my Dad is relieved that Dubai is a tax-free-lala land.

I had been depressed for a while now, & after several failed attempts by my parents to cheer me, they knew nothing would work on me like a good dose of retail therapy. So I happily ( according to others mercilessly) hopped from shop & shop while my dad could only look on & shake his head. Shopping with me is a pretty painful exercise & those who are sane aggressively avoid coming along with me.

The past few days have been spent doing running in cycles of shopping & then packing & then some more shopping....As much as undoubtfully retail therapy is good for my health....packing up my luggage for my upcoming trip has been the most messiest hectic & frustrating experience .....even before it could be decided how many suitcases I would take with me.....I quiet intelligently put everything out and now my room resembles a post-natural disaster scenario....

I’m standing next to a humongous piles of freshly washed clothes yet to be packed...n den I look around to see all the etceteras yet to be packed its probably da time of da moth ur high strung, cranky stressed out & worst - bloated completely....even though I need to gather all my energy ( n party self) for wat probably be da most hectic n tiring nxt 2 weeks...n de wonder y being a girl sometimes is so stressy.... (sigh)

*busy making some walking space in her room*

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That jew

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Disclaimer: I hate flash. It makes me go slitty eyed.no I don’t look like dat in real life…

So wat wz my experience like to meet a Jew dat also an Israeli one for the first time in my life...i've prob met allot of Jews before...but I never seemed to noticed it maybe cos de didn’t rub der Jewish ness on my face or put neon signs above dem for target.so i always thot dat it wud be a bit of a phenonmenon to run into again i reapeat dat also an israeli one since my passport prohibits n makes it illegal for me to be in israel (which makes me wonder wat all parts da 1965 borders, '73 borders, the settlement posts, jerusalem or da recently evacuated Gaza Strip)
So my first reaction towards Michel went like

Me: Oh oh my god.... u happen to be da first Jew im coming across (I proceed to touch her
Shoulder still in amazement, wondering if I sinned myself by talking to her)
Mi: rite...really...uhuh...I thot der were a lot of us. (Trying to be friendly)
Me: err...sorry I mean I ve met a lot of Jews ur da first both of dem....I mean Israeli n Jew (half dead from embarrassment)
Mi: cool...its really nice to meet u.... ur da first Pakistani I hav met.... (Starting to relax that I wznt a product of Hams bout to strangle her nxt)
Me: uhuh.... uve met Muslims before? (Trying to refrain from a wide-eyed little girl expression)
Mi: Not too many I knw...(wondering wat direction dis pointless introduction wz heading
Me: cool u knw we shud sit down n talk ders so much I need to learn n find out from u (mentally preparing questions n wat she had to comment bout da critical human rights Amnesty international reports bout Israel)
Mi: yea we shud.... we shud meet each other at dinner tonight again n hav a proper (starting to show sum interest)

... U can see how pathetic da intro went...n I feel stupid looking back n realising dat da normal unimpressed come me wz behaving like a Jewish phobic moron….

It took me a while to realize that I wz meeting another human being going through da same tumultuous female teenage hood jus like me.n I felt like an idiot for singling her out n making such a big deal out of it.... (It wz a big deal actually.... PTV & Jang Akhbar propaganda serious brainwash u n incapacitate u from behaving normally in front of such ppl)

Da nxt few times we met I prob forgot for once where she came from n we had normal girl chats.... with me behaving normally.... except our arguments were da best n most hated n so passionate bout da conflict I bet de were times we wished we cud snap da others head off.bt i wz also amazed n respected Michel for how prepared n informed she wz to tackle any political criticism dat came her way.... it prob even taught me to separate emotions from politics dats always so difficult n da reason y our conflicts remain insolvable...it forced me to change associating & judging individuals on da basis of actions of der government (like i did wen i initially ran into her)

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Summer Lessons

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Lessons I learnt over summer....

  • ensure der r no male species within radius on any shopping trip....only a girl can understand anothers girls frustration n dilemma on havin to choose between a pink, light pink & dark pink coloured outfits...reminds me of how painful da trip became wen joshua decided to join us at macy's n den ditched us n hr later cos he cudnt stand it any longer.
  • never touch a guyz gelled up hair...from my frend aalia's experience wen she accidently touched one of timmys gelled spikes n he bellowed to both of us dat we had disrespected his god n we were bout to be struck by thunderbolts from the heavens....i actually believe truly beileved in fact got terrified of his premonition untile later he rectified dat he wz only jokin.
  • indeed reading the map takes great (mostly male)skills....n though me n my gals were initially butt of jokes from all guyz on how we cudnt even spot our own selves on da map..i almost managed to gt a hang of a map (except that i read it upside down ) n got myself lost at times square but atleast i managed to find gap footlocker & vs.

The best tip of summer:

if u manage to moan n look distressed enough as a pretty damsel in distress...u will attract enuf sympathy ...n will not have to carry u weight-a-tonne luggage down the stairs, road , hills into the trunk....if u manage to pull off dis crucial process well...u will successfully be a able manipulate a homo sapien male into misbelieving that ur pitiful n helpless enuf to be required of immediate porter help n they will misguidedly offer to carry it for u....at dis point try to suppress all gloating n smirking whilst so (evil laugh)
P.S. at dis point even my instructor Lee wz horrified of my shrewd skills i made mohd n zafar slog with my suitcases n scott n reiad with my trolley..... muahahah ...am i proud of my self(n dat wz da general case wit all da sensible girls)

…& the warning:

lack of attention ur way can always be compensated with running bout n creating enuf noise with ur stillettos (excessive attention comes from then trippin flat in stilettos)

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Barts Chalk Board Rants

Monday, August 08, 2005


I love watching the Simpson's...mainly 'cos os its intelligently expressed satire & Homer's corny jokes. Anyway, I jus came across this list of all the things Bart Simpson had to write on his chalkboard..It's hilarious & I jus realised some of the stuff hes done matches my own Diary of Shame 9which is another topic all together). Enjoy

All the things Bart has ever had to write on the chalkboard as punishment:

I will not waste chalkI will not skateboard in the hallsI will not burp in class
I will not instigate revolutionI will not draw naked ladies in class
I did not see Elvis
I will not call my teacher `Hot Cakes'
Garlic gum is not funny
They are laughing at me, not with me
I will not yell "fire" in a crowded classroom
I will not encourage others to fly
I will not fake my way through life
Tar is not a plaything
I will not Xerox my butt
I will not trade pants with others
I will not do that thing with my tongue
I will not drive the principal's car
I will not pledge allegiance to Bart
I will not sell school property
I will not cut corners" " " " "" " " " "
I will not get very far with this attitude
I will not make flatulent noises in class
I will not belch the National Anthem
I will not sell land in Florida
I will not grease the monkey bars
I will not hide behind the Fifth Amendment
I will not do anything bad ever again
I will not show off {The board was written in an Old English font}
I will not sleep through my education
I am not a dentistSpitwads are not free speech
Nobody likes sunburn slappers
High explosives and school don't mix
I will not bribe Principal Skinner
I will finish what I start.
Hamsters cannot fly
I will not carve gods
I will not spank others
I will not aim for the head
I will not barf unless I'm sick
I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty
I saw nothing unusual in the teacher's [sic] lounge
I will not conduct my own fire drills
Funny noises are not funny
I will not snap bras
I will not fake seizures
This punishment is not boring and meaningless
My name is not Dr. Death
I will not defame New Orleans
I will not prescribe medication
I will not bury the new kid
I will not teach others to fly
I will not bring sheep to class
A burp is not an answer
Teacher is not a leper
I will not eat things for money
I will not yell "She's Dead" during roll call
The principal's toupee is not a frisbee
I will not squeak chalk
Goldfish don't bounce
Mud is not one of the 4 food groups
Coffee is not for kids.
I will not call the principal "spud head".
No one is interested in my underpants.
I will not sell miracle cures.
I will return the seeing-eye dog.
I do not have diplomatic immunity.
I will not charge admission to the bathroom.
I will never win an emmy.
The cafeteria deep fryer is not a toy.
All work and no play makes Bart a dull boy.
I will not say "Springfield" just to get applause.
I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers.
My homework was not stolen by a one-armed man.
I will not go near the kindergarten turtle.
I am not deliciously saucy.
Organ transplants are best left to professionals.
The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with "Hail Satan".
I will not celebrate meaningless milestones.
There are plenty of businesses like show business.
Five days is not too long to wait for a gun.
Underwear should be worn on the inside.
The Christmas Pageant does not stink.
I will not torment the emotionally frail

Sigh i looorve Bart (harlem afro style "rrr" added)..But thnk God hes not my son.

Posted by Confessions of a Bohemian Barbie at 4:32 PM

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Happy Birthday

Sunday, August 07, 2005

..... Drum roll.... 3.... 2.... 1

Happy Bday to one of the most amazing ppl I knw (u knw who u r). Sum1 whose always making me either laugh or cry, sum1 I cherish every moment wit, care bout n basically hmm...yea has a bit of an evil imaginative mind too (u knw wat I’m talking bout), sum1 I always give sheesha lectures to & who always treats me like a diva n puts up wit my "nakhrebaazi" as u put it. I wish u all the happiness, love n prayers n look forward to sum of our best moments yet to come. (n off course being spoilt silly by u)

Yay ur 20 now wow sounds so old n cool...hmm n all grown n mature.... anyway one shameless person who although forgot my own bday but chair...wat to do ol' habits die hard n kutay ki dum teree ki teree rehti hai.... so party along.... go on...rock my world!

If you have any further questions regarding who or infact what dat person mite be u can direct all ur Q&A , Hate Mail, Spam mail n attention to da foll. address the_killin_machine@hotmail.com

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Taming the Wild cat

Saturday, August 06, 2005

When it comes to dressing up…. I can effortlessly change my style whether its dat of subtle elegance, rock child, party queen or pink bimbo I manage to pull it off without making a fool out of myself n even impressing my friends. Yet all dats bout to change because of the transformation process program my parents have started at home.


Ever since I came back from us, thankfully my parents r pretty much relieved to see dat I have been become more mature n sum of my airhead ways have also taken a rest for good. They’re also gleefully pleased I have become more society acceptable den before. However they still wish I was more 'lady like" as they put it & put sum of my rebel child antics to rest, before I leave for university in September.

So my parent’s idea of taming me n makes me more ladies like wz to ransack my wardrobe before packing them into suitcase. What use to be a three-cupboard wardrobe got reduced to one suitcase of clothes? Out went anything that according them wz too 'jangli""loud""too garage" 'too hippy" "too bhikari" "too gothic" "too flashy” too old' "too 70's" n da rest on da pretext of being too "unlady". So now my wardrobe looks like an English countryside garden with subtle floral prints, light hues n Bareeze reigning my cupboard. Thus they felt they’ve achieved da task of transforming me into an English rose like they always wanted. I feel more like a member of Aunty chess club n tea parties & less like sum1 stepping into university dis September.

Whatever happened to dose 60’s style liberation n free world hippy slogans?

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Hellraising 12 Days

Friday, August 05, 2005

12 days of life changing experiences, 12 days of inspirations, 12 days of sweating & cramps, 12 days of junk food n outrageous levels of caffeine, 12 days of late nite partying n security dodging, 12 days of national rallying, 12 days of political coalitions & oppositions, 12 days of veto power (go UK!), 12 days if ideological rants & systematic frustrations, 12 days of bizarre ppl, cute ppl, nice ppl not so nice ppl. 12 days of sisterhood, 12 days of wild shopping n even wilder partying, 12 days of breathlessness, sleeplessness, tiredness, happiness, and wackiness.

n dat wz gylc summed up for u

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Molester Mike

Michael Jackson wz spotted in Bahrain.... I heard he’s settling der too.... u shud hav seen da so called exclusive pix of fans thronging to see him trying to grab him n take pix wit him...it wz crazy.... I mean here is an aged child molester who managed to save his ass jus by a hair.... n yet ppl had da cheese to slither all over him... seriously wat is dis world coming to.....im telling u Allah ka azaab aane wala hai ( as a highstrung auntie is always telling me)

Anyway it prob wont be too long since he’s spotted in Dubai...ders little possibility of him settling anywer around in the Springs or the Gardens...he'll most likely move up to the Palms....itl provide him plenty of convenient routes to escape....so dat if he’s ever caught doin "sumthin" to little boys again hell jus take off on his speedboat from one da palm branches into nowhere....wit an evil hahahaha ending..

N wat wud I do if I ever spotted Michael Jackson wud I for all my proclamations of disgust n outrage also pose flashy toothy pic wit him.... no I wud instead calmly smash his balls wit a baseball bat....

Be afraid mike.... be very afraid....

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Soap Queen

Thursday, August 04, 2005

was watching da Gilmore girls today as much as i like to think im more of rory my sister chips in n snaps at me dat in fact da outrageous airhead mother Lorelei..well i like to think of myself as shy n level headed like Rory. period.

khair. i love da program n prob will go n buy da entire season on dvd so dat i can hurry up n find out the ending...anyway so dat adds to dvds seasons for friends, 24,The O.C n Desperate Housewives to be bought....gosh im such a soap opera queen n my own life looks like one...

anyway ders a harry potter 6 lying around n da sheer size of it has put me off from reading it.n da prob is ill hav to read da 1st 5 ones to freshen my memory n memorize da intricate sub plots & thread links n wagayra wagayra to be able to enjoy 6….on top of it I already knw who dies in da end (one reason I hate other bloggers) so its pretty much killed da curiosity n now its becomes more of an annual duty n obligation in literary slavery to J.K Rowlings…. it seem queer to suddenly jump into a magical world wen im rite now halfway thru a heart wrenching book the Iron road by james Madsley on (non)Human Rights in Burma

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little words...

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

To all the GYLC ppl,

thanks to all you guyz for bothering to stay ns ending me all dose missu emails. I feel bad now cos im so lazy n i cudnt be botherred myself. Some of da names i havnt even recognized knowing my stupid habits but i knw der probably i smiled at talked to n even laughed wit (is sum not fought wit). So dis post is dedicated to all dose ppl who touched my life is sum way n made dose 12 days so special in many ways. There r sum of few i cudnt say gudbye to on da last day cos i wz so busy wit many others already (n partly cos i wz tryin to console hysterically sobbing alina).

this is going to be long be patient or dont read it....hopefully ur name shud be sumwer in da list of gratitude too....

(deep breath)

Heres a toast to all dose who laughed n even cried wit me, shopped wit me, gossiped n bitched with me, partied wit me,played wit me, dancied wit me, to dose who ate from my plates n let me eat from ders, to dose who pampered me with gifts, cola treats, to all dose superstars who let me cut into da dinner line halfway much to da annoyance of dose behind, to dose who patiently listened to my political rants as well as motherly lectures on nicotine, to all da sweethearts who invited me to der late nite parties (n later gt me into trouble),to all dose who cheered for me on da boat cruise ride, to my roomies for da late nite talks n gossip of da day, to all dose who cheered n joined me on da first nite wen i sang to "we will rock you' at the around the world social (i still cant bel i pulled dat off),to all dose who adviced me as well as affectionately poked fun at me, to meg niamh n ariel for all da boyfriend talks (im so enlightened bout "stuff" by now)

to meg my washington roomie: You were one of da most poltically charged ppl out der n prob da first n only person who managed to convince me on da rights of same sex marriage couples. u prob had to put up da most wit me wen id stay up till 3 in da morn using the hairdryer or pulling me stuff in n out of da suticase. thankyou for letting me freely go thru ur cd's, i fell in love wit ur chick music cd neverynite Id sneak it out to listen to it during shower. I still cant bel u gifted me dis cd (which wz spose to be ur fav) on da last day. Im gonna miss dose late nite talks we had in ariels room & im really touched bout how open u were bout u private lives n da poblems u had been goin thru. I hope u remain strong. good luck with ur life. kick sum republican butt n wen ur a hardcore Democrat sumday hopefully ill be able to pull a few strings n gt sum personal favours done ;)

to Steph my new yrok roomie: Thank you for being patient wit my hour long shower sessions. Special thanz for teaching me how to turn hot water out of shower (especially after my freeze to death screaming incident in da shower.)Dont worry u will find alot of cute boys once u leave ur all girls boarding skool.

to lydia: first n foremost thnx to da person who gave me da best hell raising time i ever had. lydia thank so so much. ever since da first day we happened to be sitting nxt to each other in da bus from airport we bonded like supergel. we were like photcopies of each toher with da only difference being my obssession n her disgust with ketchup n mayonaisse mixed. The next few days were amazing as we shared da same experiences every were. you level headedness probbly balanced me out from being carried away my carolina's bimboness. everyntie at 2am id be banging at ur door to ask for ur hair dryer which ud give. Thank you for pampering me wit a friday's treat on da last day & tryin to sheer me up wen i wz down dat day. (n hell we later saw da backstreet boys n i didnt even faint)

to geoff: You were one of da most inspiring ppl around n u every bit more den desrved da standing applause u received for ur ending speech at the Global summit. Thank you for ur advice & support for everythin I did n da fact dat i lost ur email but u made it a point to get in touch as soon as u gt bck. Your one of da few ppl I actually vision as being a leader toomorow n genuinely doing sumthin bout making ur country a better placs. We made a pact to meet each other 10 yrs from now at the UN n I definetly knw our date at the 1st floor coffee shop at UN is still in place, knwing how genuine concerned n hardworkin u r for ur country.(so now we hav a bit of a career comp as to who reaches there first)

to ariel: thnx for da late nite talksn consolin me n stayin up at nite nxt to me wen i wz terrified to death n cryin durin da thuderstorm . thnk u for being such an honest person n I really hoped u hav ditched dat scumbag ex fiance of urs for gud.
P.S. although i cudnt stop laughin bt im still sorry for accidently puttin on ur enagagement ring . It took me a while to figure out y u had thrown it in da bathroom sink in da first place.

to my roomies in new york: thank you for da amzing time. I wont frgt how chris wud go on n on bout bout rudolpho n his laugh. yuneon i wz always jealous of ur amazin hair n skin .

to chazia : u were a doll. always so kind to me & one person whod reagularly give me a self esteem dose by gushin over my clothes n makeup (not forgettin dat u luk great ur self ond a boat cruise)

to sultana: man we had one hell of a time terminal hoppin n duty free shoppin at jfk. If it wznt for u abdul n klenans constant crazy jokes n gapin at pix of models in ogues mags wud hav freaked me out. 11hrs of pourin n analyzin thru al da hudson magz at da lounge, talkin bout clothes guyz life n family n crazy poltics bck home wz one helluva bondin experiece. My fellow rebel against all social nroms n break all rules. im going to miss u definetly n make sure u hop over weneva u fly down to dubai.

to bus no. 4 mates: we were da official 'fun" bus . & yes UK n El Salvador rock. Uk slightly more. Who can forget our hilarious bus count. cherisse's "theeerty" yanfo's 11 & preet's "thiteeeen', Arion n Tim's attempt to striptease (thnk god he wz stoppe on time), kwame n bus voice. dose corny toilet jokes bout da toilet at da bck of da bus (trust me evry1 it wz very clean), da anchorman movie we watched on da way to new york (honestly dat wz such a culture shock, it wz too much i decided to sleep instead), our bus driver-ess mava, n last but not leasr dose crazy 'wave at da public" competitions.

to thao: hellooo mr. I had da best time on da bus weneva i sat nxt to u. you completely changed my perception bout vietnam ( n dat fact da vietnamese do spike up der hair wit gel...wow) thank you for helping me kill time n givin me ur map wen i cudnt find my frenz on times square. Im sorry i ditched u at TS, but i had to cos shoppin wit me wud hav been an excruciating experience.

to mohd: u were such an harassment. whether it wz ur Talha teasing or making fun of da food on my plate, but honestly if it wznt for da fact u were thrice height n size of me i wud hav happily beatin u up with my Jimmy Choo heels. .( even dat became a joke at da table, none of u ppl believe me wen i swear i hav beaten up ppl before) .Hoeevr i owe u alot for following my orders to carry my luggage, gettin me food n makin place for me to sit everytime. So u were great sport n no wonder popular wit everyone (n kept 4 beechari girls busy)

alina,carolina, yelitza, nadia, boat cruise. vanita, dalini, anand trinidad n tobagans party n sari, michel, ali lari, dan n steve,sandra kelsey, punjabi group, khush desai for pizza, nicholas,timmy,felix,dave,olga russian vogue,

quick thnx to sum anonymous ppl whose names i , sorry but dont remember but i do remember wat u luk like n wat u did to me.

da girl who gave me a whole bag of choclates n I dont even rem her name, that aussie guy who wz so sweet n complimenting, da girl in kimono who insisted on takin several pix wit me at da diplomatic reception, da girl wit extensions n braids whod sit nxt to me n read my emails n uproarsly laugh n cheer me up durin my worst moods, to da chinese internet girl who i use to chat alot wit n u even came to say gudbye n take my email address.


to senam: madam first of all wers my fallongong glow stick? we supported each other to walk nonstop 4 hrs at UN in painful high heels (which later i hid behind da seats at da Security council to change into shockin green flip flops)

johnnie,azra,tania : i wont frgt u guyz n how much fun i had hangin out wit u guyz at da national mueseum. especially u johnny n ur attempts to converse wit me in urdu n arabic wz hilarious, u still hav a long way to go wit dat man. Azra u did an amazin job as a reporter n thnx to u tania as well for teachin me how to use a water fountain only to drench me wit water nxt.

(phew)

all my love n prayers to u guyz, u spoilt me & played n ultimately gave me an unforgetable time. many of u touched my life in so many little ways . Thank you. n i wish u all da success in da trials n tribulations of life.

peace, love chocolate cookies,
madz

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Emotional Baggage

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

stuff im going to miss about gykc like anythin:

  • bus no. 4 the official gylc "fun" bus & our daily hilarious bus count....where we would rip our throats apart tryint to outdo each other at screaming out our nos.

  • Tim's striptease show on the bus (when we returning from broadway) much to the horror of kwame looked in horror...i wz too shocked to react since he sat rite behind me....
  • lydia n i hystricaly tryin to figure out whre victoria secrets wz on da map & frantically runing across the mall to finsihed shopping wateva we could der within 15 mins before bus time.
  • lydia carol alina & i running bck from vs struggling with our bags 7 tryin to figure out a way outta da mall at da same time.
  • the national delegations rally where we the uk group staged our musical with the ebatles austin powers spice girls & mary poppins...the fact dat i wz made bond girl made me da butt of everyones jokes & painful rib tickling n teasing.
  • the hell of a time we gals had letting our hair down & raving on stillettos on our final dinner/cruise he fact i wz always mistaken for spanish cos most of my frenz were spanish
  • da amazing time we had shopping our asses off & bargainign & then furher shopping
  • lydia sneaking out of the muesuem to join me for da park tour instead.....& then two of us spending half an hr hiding around different places in the park to avoid running into the guyz

  • dinner time.....n mohammed corny jokes targetted at the amont of food i would pile on my plate 9bt it wz to save it for late nite)
  • staying up till late chatting in niamh's room wit ariel meg n niamh
  • frantically running bck to dorm barefoot to make it on time everynite before roomcheck
  • sneaking outta da room at 2am for 107 parties
  • tryin to sneak out on ad last nite for another party & finding out to my horror that da staff had posted security guards outside the rooms....
  • lydia tryin to runaway from J carol towards J & alina away from Jn K & me away from J K R n Y ...n yet 4 of us always unfortunately ending up on da same table wit da rong ppl

  • caucassin at security council & bullying syria n sierra leone over our resoltuion ( gosh i feel morally sinned)
  • daily klutzy demontsration from me at lunch..spllin food everywer everyday n havin my frenz clean me up n leacture me
  • getting lost at timesquare (n enjoyin getting lost) & blissfully shopping der witout being interuppeted for da first time
  • seeing the backstreet boyz at rockfeller plaza ...my parents refuse to belive e that i managed to catch sight of dem so closely n restrain myself & maintaining my composure....4 yrs ago i would hav gone breathles burst into tears n who knws maybe even fainted....my pre teen obssession with backstreet boys is one of da embarassingly chapters of my life i wudnt be too comfortable about tellin my kids sumday
  • russian vogues & english fashion sessions with olga
  • celeb mags & 40+ older men discussions & wait at the airport wit sultana
  • my allegry attack in the botanical gardens with a horrified me on de verge of tears wen i realised da worst break out wud take place on my face while da stafff frantically rushed to a nearby pharmacy to gt me sumthin
  • my desperate attempts to stay awake (n sit upstraight) during opera because i wz made to sit between 2 unknwn guyz (while alina watched laughin her ass off) n da last thins i wanted to happend (n get photographed doing) n wz to slop off on one of da shoulders (subsequently being brushed off)







Posted by Confessions of a Bohemian Barbie at 4:54 PM

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Finally Back

Monday, August 01, 2005


When my parents saw me walk thru the Dubai Airport terminals they must collectively exhaled "Allah ka shukar hai"

I have finally come back from my trip (in one piece much to my mothers relief) with no eyebrow-belly-toe piercing much to my dads relief, however 5 kilos lighter much to my mums disbelief & a horrible Urdu grammar & Spanish English accent much to my dad's disbelief.

For sum1 who had been on flight mode for da past 24 hrs n sleepless from past 4 nites of constant partying shopping caffeine than repartyin re shopping re caffeine, I wz surprisingly uptight n chatty which I suspect wz cos of too much coffee getting me overexcited rather then being reunited wit my family after 2 weeks.
Anyway, I hate to sound like one of dose typical post gylc ppl breathless n panting & wagging bout how 'amaaazing " da trip wz as it was da first time de had being exposed to the crazy nonstop partying in da last 2 weeks. Khair.so like I wz saying ill pretend to be unimpressed n suppress all my excitement & squealing on wat all happened, until sum1 comes around tickles or pokes me mercilessly into blurting out everythin...khair all gud...in simple words dat wz one helluva big party I have come back from.... my poor mum is jus staring at my worn out stillettos & n wondering wat da hell wz I doing on dem....

Posted by Confessions of a Bohemian Barbie at 10:49 PM

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