I ♥ UK

Moments & Memories
`05 -`06


A picture is worth a thousand words.
But a word is worth more than a thousand pictures.

Love.


I ♥ UK


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I love GB! / I hate GB!

I ♥ GB!
I x GB!

i.e.

I love Great Britain.
I hate Good Byes!


See you on the other side of the pond!

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Can I Stomach It?

Abs vs. Guts

On the eve of my "Last Supper in UK" as I devoured the second-last piece of my lovely Nando's Peri-Peri Chicken, it dawned on me that I didn't care about my disappearing abs anymore. A year of being perfect was finally coming to an end.

Perfectly healthy.
Perfectly punctual.
Perfectly smiley.
Perfectly academic.
Perfectly beautiful.
Perfectly imperfect.

And it felt less like a year, and more like an era.
Don't get me wrong. London is lovely.

Perfectly lovely.

But sometimes, you don't need abs.
Instead, you need guts.

The guts to decide, change and evolve.

Besides, I think I need more guts than abs to survive in Pakistan!
And if guts are all that important...
Then, abs are just icing on the cake `innit?

;o)

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Religion & Bondage

Windowsill - 19/9/2006

Only the one who inflicts pain can give pleasure?

First of all;
A brigade of apologies for the extended absence. As aforementioned; I was busy being domestic. But thinking. Always. From a past experience which reflected upon my past life.

I understand that this post is going to bring with it a lot of flak, dismissal & commentary. Hence, I write.

As I said, I was thinking. How religion is, after all, a form of holy bondage. I'm not talking about a certain religion; but any religion. Before you initiate a fitwa on me, hear me out. First of all, have you tried it? If you haven't, then don't knock it till you try it. Maybe you will understand.

Bondage is not sex.
It's submission.

Total and utter submission of the senses to an entity you entrust solemnly and completely. Its almost like surrendering to control; surrendering to the powerful; surrendering to a demigod; surrendering to fate.

It is the absolute freedom of choosing a choice that binds you.
Binds you to rules, shackles and boundaries; within which you are promised to be happy, satisfied & content.

Wait a minute...
I thought we were talking about Bondage here.

According to a famous lady who can shackle me anytime she wants:
"Poor is a man whose pleasure depends on the permission... of another"


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My Daily Agenda

This is what my daily agenda looks like.
From morning to evening.
Blame it on the kid!


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And the DISTINCTION goes to...

What is A Distinction?

Main Entry: dis·tinc·tion
Pronunciation: di-'sti[ng](k)-sh&n
Function: noun

Following are 5 definitions of "distinction", courtesy of Merriam Webster :

1 a archaic : DIVISION b : CLASS 4
2 : the distinguishing of a difference distinction as to race, sex, or religion>; also : the difference distinguished distinction between imply and infer>
3 : something that distinguishes distinctions>
4 : the quality or state of being distinguishable distinction of facial features in the twins>
5 a : the quality or state of being distinguished or worthy
b : special honor or recognition distinction> distinctions> c : an accomplishment that sets one apart distinction of being the oldest to win the title>

So,
Is it about being... Different? Unique? Interesting? At least, I thought so. And hence, I thought all of us were distinct. In all our beautiful, lovely & whimsical ways!

Distinct & Distinctively Deserving Distinctions.

And I still believe that. But I believe in an order. The order which says that being distinct garners you a distinction and not the other way around.

Be bold. Be brave. Be distinct.
It just might save us from extinction.

Speaking of which;
I finally got my MBA Degree with Distinction.

And, yes;
I couldn't be happier!
I just couldn't...
( And now I feel like I just gave an Oscar speech that was 5-minutes-too-long! )

Thank You!
Thank YOU!
THANK YOUUUUUUU!!!!

:o)


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"Dil Chahay" by Sahill

Sahil "Dil Chahay"

I don't endorse songs an anymore...
but this was just too darn good.

Besides,
This song helped me pack!

Enjoy


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I Am Moved

Ex-Room
19th September, 2006

I Am Moved; Yet Again...

Oh how I never tire of moving!
Please don't laugh at the granny suitcases...

I had a brilliant Last-Night-In-London Experience.
It will show up in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way in an upcoming post!

;o)


Next post: From Oxford!

Scissor Sisters @ Trafalgur Square

Sister & Sisters

First of all; I was to apologise for my hiatus from my pride & glory;
My blog!
I was just so darn busy with family, that's all!
However; amongst spending all that quality time with my wonderful sister, I fished out some time to watch The Sisters in concert.
And they were amazing...

Not as much as my sister;
but still BLOODY amazing!

First of all, the show was opened by The Euro-Queen of Pop Kylie, which was an event in itself! The show was just fantastic. Old songs from their debut album mixed with some awesome tracks from their upcoming Ta-Dah!, the show was brilliant!

I think this is going to be a nice finale for my lovely London Heat!
Sister, Sisters & Summer!

The show was sponsored by Motorola SLVR Red: Red Square

And;
I Do Feel Like Dancing!




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