tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14390883373954820192024-03-12T16:27:28.803-07:00It Sounds Better With A British AccentNot Wrong. Just Misunderstood.Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-73376144927837854332012-01-03T05:11:00.001-08:002012-01-03T05:11:55.906-08:00Resolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I resolve to update this blog much more often. With blogs which actually make sense. No one line posts.<br />
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I really will try.</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-12387892733057470722011-12-29T08:14:00.001-08:002011-12-29T08:14:36.940-08:0027 days.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">27 days to Boston. I can't contain my excitement.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">At first people were afraid to come here, but now people can see how things really are. People have had enough. It's time to change - Gaber Youssef Hussein, 52, from Aswan, taxi driver</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>It's up to us. Now, it's <u>our </u>time to change.</i></span></b></span><br />
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A very dear friend's father has passed away. Please observe a moment's silence and offer a prayer for the departed soul and his family.<div><br />
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Boston, I can't wait to be there.</i></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-54157623294990152212011-12-05T08:13:00.001-08:002011-12-05T08:13:40.080-08:0069 followers.WIN.Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-33018004865879891472011-11-29T05:59:00.000-08:002011-11-29T06:00:09.871-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><b>Sometimes there is no next time, no second chances; sometimes it's now or never.</b></span></span>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-12279097260011964622011-11-24T09:25:00.000-08:002011-11-24T09:26:39.801-08:00Happiness.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >That’s the best revenge of all: <b><i>happiness</i></b>. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.</span></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-22051399635241641342011-11-19T08:43:00.000-08:002011-11-19T08:47:03.493-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >"<i>Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody</i></span>." - The Perks of Being a Wallflower.</span></span>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-51117760263696285812011-11-16T10:16:00.000-08:002011-11-16T10:20:44.465-08:00Shipping up to Boston.Life is so hectic. Haven't updated forever.<div>This A2 shit really needs to start getting better soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is probably the most hectic year of ma lyfeee. -.-</div><div><br /></div><div>In other GOOD news, I'm going to Boston for.... *drumroll* HARVARD MUN. Oh yeah, bitches. Bring it on. Boston <3</div><div><br /></div><div>End of January, hopefully. Let's hope everything works out. :')</div><div><br /></div><div>I love MUN-ing. The thrill of debating and diplomacy is my drug. I can't live without it.</div><div><br /></div><div>In bad news, I have my SAT on Saturday. God, save me. :'|</div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers, lovely people.</div><div><br /></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-68040943794107311602011-06-25T12:30:00.000-07:002011-06-25T12:34:47.486-07:00Another lover is not a sin. Believe in capital H-I-M.So I support homosexual rights? What is SO wrong in that. <div>People need to realise that EVERYONE has different views on everything. Not everyone believes in what you know. Don't give me that stare. JUST DON'T.<br /><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Rant over.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've taken a liking to House music nowadays. My friend forced me to listen to it, and now I can't stop listening. Strobe by Deadmau5. This song has the ability to make you happy and sad in the span of 10 minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers.</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-81883059152779865802011-06-24T10:16:00.000-07:002011-06-24T10:21:43.307-07:00Hello, lov3ly peoplexxAh, yes. I've all of a sudden taken liking to writing dis w@Y. I f!nk itx cuz imm k3wlx.<div><br /></div><div>Haha, kidding.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just realised, I've been so emo lately I've abandoned my lovely British Accent. Let's face it. It still sounds better with a British accent.</div><div>I think I'll start blogging again. Happy happy thoughts. YAY.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of happy thoughts, some aunty asked me to tutor her daughter. Which means money. YAY MONEYY.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just returned from Lahore. I WANNA MOVE THERE. It's so lovely there!</div><div>Except it has no beach. So shut up, Lahore! Karachi is home 4evz.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just realised how pointless this post is. Ah well, haters gonna hate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao, beautiful people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I really need to learn how to make gifs.</div><div><br /></div><div>ALSO, if you have a tumblrrr, follow me:</div><div>www.sunsetdreamingg.tumblr.com</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-20880396199841364362011-06-05T11:32:00.001-07:002011-06-05T11:39:00.658-07:00Even though I didn't know you.RIP, Faraz Khan. <div>Your death has had an effect on me you wouldn't believe possible. And I didn't even know you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-44790530822937057772011-03-29T23:24:00.000-07:002011-03-29T23:30:13.223-07:00175 million hearts beating for one prayer.<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"I am the Final at Melbourne. I am the last ball at Sharjah. I invented the reverse swing. I mastered the multiple hat-trick. When they wouldn't let me play at home, I drifted wherever I could. I am the Sultan of Swing. I am the Cornered Tiger. I am the fastest ball, the quickest hundred, the biggest six, the shattered stumps. I am the aggression. I am the passion. I am the unpredictable. I am </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">PAKISTAN.</span><b>"</b><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><b><i>I</i></b><i><b>t is on, boys</b></i>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><b><i>Play like true Pakistanis. That's all we ask for</i></b>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-36939614530464119082011-02-02T04:39:00.001-08:002011-02-02T04:39:29.984-08:00WOOO.Conference got postponed.<div>Head off to Bangladesh tomorrow, now.</div><div>SO EXCITED.</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-53157361573676485812011-01-18T09:22:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:23:26.370-08:00Chittagong Calling.Going to Chittagong on the 27th of January. Got chosen to represent the school and country in a conference.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*puts on cool shades*</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-41712325936135440172011-01-02T12:53:00.001-08:002011-01-02T12:53:54.820-08:00Two Oh One One.Dear 2011,<div><br /></div><div>You started off great. Please don't be a bitch, k?</div><div><br /></div><div>Kthxbai.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Me.</div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-57003698976388947082010-11-30T09:47:00.000-08:002010-11-30T09:48:09.991-08:00I love all my friends so much. I just hope I'm not the friend everyone secretly hates. :/Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-58806640153965986852010-10-11T08:26:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:41:32.747-07:00But The Memories Remain.So like, I haven't blogged in forever.<div>I've not beeen "WAY TOO BUSY" to blog, but I really didn't know what to write about.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sure, I could rant about Alevels, but I don't <b>want </b>to. Weird, eh? I used to love ranting.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Alevels, isn't tough. It's more... well yeah it's tough.</div><div>But like, it's also making me a different person. I'm not sure if that's for the better or worse, though. People still tell me I talk a lot. (:\) I mean i <b>KNOW </b>I talk alot. Sue me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm becoming more serious-ish, I guess. But when I look back at the sort of person I was, I see a difference.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I miss my best friends.</div><div>All different schools.</div><div>It sucks. It really does. I miss their faces and the non stop talks with them.</div><div>Sure, there are cell phones and skype and facebooks, but being with them is different.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also, moving away from some friends. I don't know why. It's weird. Have we ALL changed? Is this normal?</div><div>I mean, yeah, I made some great new friends, but still. </div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>Memories. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Lots of 'em. With them. Old friends. And even though we're not together, or not as good friends as maybe we were before, the memories still make me smile. And well the fact that whenever we look at each other we smile, makes us inseparable :)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Yeah, I ranted. Maybe I haven't changed :P</span></b></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-71011354412818338812010-09-07T10:09:00.000-07:002010-09-07T10:11:13.412-07:00All Grown Up.I finally start Alevels tomorrow.<br /><br />It's finally sunk in that I've left school.<br /><br /><br />Wow. It's a lot to take in. It really is.<br /><br />Hopefully I don't screw up these 2 years.Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-21042793041813375262010-09-03T14:12:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:51:52.862-07:00Coffee.I want. Need actually.<br /><br />Someone get it for me?<br /><br />No? Fine<br /><br /><br />I ate the most amazing fries today *sigh*Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-51660172589691042682010-09-02T08:38:00.000-07:002010-09-02T08:59:56.168-07:00This Post Doesn't Have A Title.School shuru honay wala hai. Monday ko.<div>ALevels woh bhi.</div><div>Parhna paray ga.</div><div>Hayey >.<</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Mera bhai itna bara loser hai. </div><div>States mein beth kar party kar raha hai.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Why am i blogging in Urdu. Weird. </div><div>Khair. Eid bhi aanay wali hai. Food. Good good food. Yum.</div><div>And money too.</div><div>Money is so good.</div><div>Give? Lots? No? Fine :(</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Oh. Did you hear that charity single by Sabotage?</div><div>I'm really feeling it.</div><div>Good to see people are doing something.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Also, Pakistan's match fixing. Tsk.</div><div>Ban them all if it's true. Except Aamer. Because I like Aamer. Acha bacha hai.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Ramadan's over. Pata bhi nahin chala mujhay.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I ate a lot this time.</div><div>Like A LOT.</div><div>McDonalds aur KFC tou pata nahin kitni dafa khaya.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>McDonalds. Yum</div><div>I just made myself hungry. Sigh.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I hope there are hot guys in my classes. pfft :P</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Koi mujhay cookies bana kay khila dey.</div><div>Ramadan hai. Acha kaam karo na :(</div><div>Bana do :(</div><div>Duayan doon gi.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>The school uniform, i'm finally starting to like.</div><div>It has the monogram on the sleeve. Sexy.</div><div>Well not really, but you know ;p</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Ramadan mein time itna mushkil se nikalta hai.</div><div>Pata nahin kyun.</div><div>Sirf 9 bajay hain.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I want a new template.</div><div>But I'm too lazy to look for one, so ^_^</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Ok. I shall end this lame post now.. (feel free to disagree xD)</div><div>
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<br /></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-78838696278566466202010-09-01T13:30:00.000-07:002010-09-01T13:41:56.006-07:00Thirty-ThreeWow. I have 33 followers. Yes. This is cool. Given the fact that I can't/haven't blogged much lately.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love you all :')</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CUPCAKES FOR EVERYONEEEE</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-z7_GMXj9FIeJUps7fevnBqA6XW-p2hyphenhyphenrIBm7zCqoHOnkEzIp2t_oE9U9_sZxWn2TkctOdQ24RC4Sp7dWiEexxTEa24RIku6m1NF9q0ZKEx5WWtdgVzS83x-zRjSF5RWBGfZR4NGjM4Re/s1600/cupcakes-1631.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-z7_GMXj9FIeJUps7fevnBqA6XW-p2hyphenhyphenrIBm7zCqoHOnkEzIp2t_oE9U9_sZxWn2TkctOdQ24RC4Sp7dWiEexxTEa24RIku6m1NF9q0ZKEx5WWtdgVzS83x-zRjSF5RWBGfZR4NGjM4Re/s400/cupcakes-1631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512047714516036114" /></a><div><br /></div><div>These look good. Yum.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Food is SO good. Do you not agree?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439088337395482019.post-21895616944120467852010-08-25T14:53:00.000-07:002010-08-25T14:54:56.265-07:00Try It.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSmlieQvSYo_LXyxqYKEKoqou4p4AEIDdXGZsbi78nmuas40SVcO8hAJh-9edz-skScAOwgXU4qvbRSnNWhgNzhmACmwysFJWQ9_gXVUerZrMIO-4FYsdV7-ZV26G3oPwRKxmQWzMPoeT/s1600/yeah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSmlieQvSYo_LXyxqYKEKoqou4p4AEIDdXGZsbi78nmuas40SVcO8hAJh-9edz-skScAOwgXU4qvbRSnNWhgNzhmACmwysFJWQ9_gXVUerZrMIO-4FYsdV7-ZV26G3oPwRKxmQWzMPoeT/s400/yeah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509469201457318274" /></a>Rahimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11714405094839914407noreply@blogger.com7