Shakia's spot

Time machine back to the medieval :)

2011-09-17T01:18:00.001+02:00

Sitting in Sjätte tunnan, a medieval themed restaurant.

Belly full of cupcakes.

2011-09-16T17:40:00.001+02:00

Favourite birthday cakes ever, CUPCAKE STHLM!!!

Blurp Blurp

2011-09-14T12:50:00.002+02:00

One years swimming card . Birthday gift number 2 :)

Garberas are my favourite

2011-09-13T23:09:00.001+02:00

Got an early birthday present today, a bouquet of garberas :) Yay!!

Red brick wall be gone.

2010-11-03T23:03:00.002+01:00

There is a red brick wall standing on my way, not too high but not short enough for me to jump over to the other side. I’ve been standing here for a while now, to be honest I have been standing here for years, soon a decade.

This red brick wall was a hurdle that I thought I’d overcome in matter of hours, but hours became days and days became years. I painted over the red with sunny yellow colour, planted a cherry tree and put a bed close to the wall. I made it my home, even though I know that I don’t belong here and something better lies on the other side of the wall.

Somewhere along the way I’ve stopped trying and have decided to satisfy with less. I made myself believe that this is better than what lies behind the wall, though at nights I wake up to nightmares taunting me of my failure.

I am hoping in vain that someday I’ll wake up to see that the wall has vanished to thin air. But no matter how big the storm gets, the wall remains standing in front of me.

At times I get frustrated; I scream, I kick, I weep. I make myself the victim, treated unfairly by God. No matter how much I lie, I know that I am to blame for my own misery and no one else.

This happens quite often at our home.

2010-07-24T20:43:00.006+02:00

While sitting in my room, going through pictures on facebook, thinking no one will disturb me and suddenly...

8:42pm

Adiba

Sakun, pappa vill att du ska frietera några rolls..

Han är sugen..och mamma ska ut!

8:42pm

Me

VA FAN?

han bad dig, right?

8:44pm

Adiba

Jag kan inte fritera dummer!

Han skulle aldrig be mig!

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I suspect that Adiba is craving for rolls and not my dad.

A Favourite Poem of Mine

2010-05-09T15:07:00.003+02:00

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

pray that the road is long,

full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:

You will never find such as these on your path,

if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine

emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,

if you do not carry them within your soul,

if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.

That the summer mornings are many, when,

with such pleasure, with such joy

you will enter ports seen for the first time;

stop at Phoenician markets,

and purchase fine merchandise,

mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

and sensual perfumes of all kinds,

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

visit many Egyptian cities,

to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better to let it last for many years;

and to anchor at the island when you are old,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.

Without her you would have never set out on the road.

She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become, with so much experience,

you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

- Constantine P. Cavafy

03:28 am - The world outside looks like a sepia-toned photography...

2010-02-19T02:21:00.008+01:00

I opened up my door and there he was.

I've missed him, I thought he had disappeared for good. But like always, he suddenly appeared from nowhere knocking on my door.

I could sense his excitement by the way he was knocking; there is a story to be shared/heard tonight.

As he steps in, the orchestra in the background starts to play Tchaikovsky's winter daydreams and my room turns into a winter paradise, floor cold as frozen lake and my bed is a pile of fluffy snow, I'm still bare feet in a t-shirt.

He sit besides me on the snow pile and we look up... the night is beautiful. There is no colour to be seen, just sepia-toned white snow and dark night. And he starts his story...

He'll stay besides me rest of the night, keep on telling me beautiful stories. But in the morning when I wake up he'll be gone and like always I'll wait till next season for his tales.

"...And now my daylight thoughts Are as tangled as my black hair."

2010-02-17T22:50:00.003+01:00

Taiken Moin no Horikaw

Nagakaran
Kokoro mo shirazu

Kurokami no
Midarete kesa wa

Is it forever
That he hopes our love will last?
He did not answer.
And now my daylight thoughts
Are as tangled as my black hair.

- Lady Horikawa

Destination - Apu's Biye

2009-12-15T11:02:00.004+01:00

Post dedicated to Sweden.

1:30 mins left till we start our journey to the airport.

We managed to have 2 very small fights already, first one Ammu vs. Adiba and second one (of course) Ammu vs. me, I think all of us are pretty stressed infor the wedding. Anyway I believe that when you start something with fights/hassels and the feeling of hopelessness (does that word even exist?) , that's when things end very well. So this trip will be awesome! (though at the moment I don't feel like leaving my comfort zone; my room and the white snow)

So farewell my beautiful white Sweden, hope you remain white and cold untill I'm back.

Is there hope?

2009-09-14T20:24:00.002+02:00

Every year I make an attempt to do a comeback, and every year I fail miserably. I'm shame of how many times I've complained about my writers block, which has been on and off since 2005. So I ask myself now, is it even worth keeping this blog knowing that I'll never write?

Well I'm not planning on shutting it down either, but I need to take on serious measures to keep this blog up to date. And the only solution I see; is to write nonsense! (not that I ever wrote 'sense')

So bare with me and my nonsense, I might write the most stupid-'est' blog ever but that's just to overcome my writers block.

When life takes a U-turn...

2009-02-22T20:31:00.003+01:00

-"Future is fear when it's unknown. But joy when it's clear."

All of a sudden life has taken an unexpected U-turn.

Let me explain things in more details without going into the actual details. You always somehow have a hunch of what's coming next, it's as normal as the feeling of hunger. But this time in my life, I was all taken in aback.

I am for the first time in life wanting/sensing for things that I've always known is not appropriate for me. But now the inappropriate things that have turned up in my life seems more appropriate than the things that were appropriate to start with. (I know, I've lost you guys.. )

Even though I sit with fear of not knowing where life will take me, I still can't let it go... As I know in my heart that IF THIS works out, it'll be THE BEST thing ever happened to me!

Though I am scared like anything... Does it make any sense?

Jodi abar choto hote partam.

2008-11-26T22:18:00.009+01:00

Ek moha "giyani" bondhur blog pore amar banglai blog lekhar agroho jaglo, tabe jani je banglai lekhe beshi shubidha korte parbo na. Prothomoto bangla font diye lekhte gele, protita shabdher banan bhul hoto. Jemon amar chotobelar German class'er essay-sheet guli, jekhane protita bakorochonai minimum 10 bhager 9 bhag bhul. Madam'er lal kolomer dage bhore jeto phuler baganer moto, nischoi ei blog'er obosta eki hoto takhon. Ditioto amar bangla lekha ar ek class 2'r chatrir bangla lekha eki ba amarche onek bhalo, karon amar bangla vocabulary onektai choto ar grammer'r kotha toh proshnoi uthe na. Tabe taw ami banglai blog lekhar cheshta korbo.

Kichu din dhore keno jani chotobelar kotha khub mone pore, oboshor shomoi mon tane puran chotobelar albumer dike. Boshe boshe shobar chobi dekhi ar bhabi, emoni ki chilo amar chotobela? Shobai koto hashi kushi chilam, mile mishe thaktam amra, ekhon koi gelo ei shob manush? Oneke ei duniya chere chole gechen, ba onno deshe boshobash koren ba ekhane thekeo dekha hoi na. Boro kaalta kemon jani nishthur ar gombhir. Monehoi je shei chotokaale fire jai ar shobai ke joriye dhore boli, tomra emoni thako boro howar kono dorkar nei.

Kintu abar mone pore je she chotokaaler ami ek kaale khub agroho niye boro howar cheshta kortam. Boshe boshe ammuder golpo shuntam, majhe majhe lukhiyeo shona hoto. Ba Apu ar or bandhobider pichon pichon ghurtam, oder shathe khelte iche hoto ba oder golpo shunte chaiytam kintu amake newa hoto na karon ami oder jonno beshi choto chilam. Ami eka eka boshe thaktam TV-roome ar bhabtam, kakhon je boro hobo? Apuder shathe khelbo kobe? Nijer boyeshi manush ashe-pashe khub kom chilo, ar jeguli chilo prai shob guli chilo chele. Era ek shomoi giye ar amar shathe khelte chaito na. Ar jakhoni amar boyeshi meyera ashto, oder ke ami bestfriend baniye chartam, kintu keno jani tikto na. Tabe ekhono tike na, tai bole meyeder shathe bondhuto korar asha chere diyechi puropuri.

Toh ajke keno jani Apur 8 bochor jonmodiner video dekhte iche holo. Video cholar muhurte buk jore dhob dhob kora shuru korlo, puron shob manushderke dekhe ekrokom maya jege utlo oder poti. Shei chotobelar Apuke dekhe chokhe chole ashlo pani, ei shei Apu jar kichu din por biye. Jar shathe protidin joghra, maramari kortam, shei Apur biye ek bochor por. Bhabtei kemon jani lage. Khushi te hashbo naki mon udash kore thakbo, bhabna guli apatoto shob elomelo. Bodhoi Apur biyer kotha shune chotobelar kotha mone porlo, ki jani...

Tabe jani je din bodliye ashche, prithibi ar manushderke onno drishtite dekha shuru korte hobe. Ager moto bhola mon niye shopno dekhte parbo na, ek dirgho ar kothin shomoi shamne chole esheche.

In need of a tiny person!

2008-11-19T19:39:00.003+01:00

I recall the times I used to generally write with an enthusiasm, pretty much write about everything and anything. I felt that I had to share my views and thoughts, even day to day happenings with everyone without hesitating. It almost felt like dancing Swanlake but in this case my fingers were the legs and the keyboard was the stage.

Even writing this bit, I'm feeling anxious and uncomfortable. Is this what you call a writers block?

There are times when my head is filled with thoughts and discussions. Believe it or not, some of them are quite smart ones, perfect for my blog, so I always end up thinking; "Aah, I should blog about this when I get home or when I sit infront of the pc!" But as soon as I sit to write, my brain freezes! I wish there was a tinny person living in my head and would blog my thoughts for me instantly so I wouldn't have to sit here and type.

As old as you decide to be

2008-08-18T20:56:00.002+02:00

[Response from a senior friend of mine from Facebook]

It's time for that scream

One of my younger friends, Shakia, is about to turn 23. That old already! Oh, no! Wait... didn't I go past that age about 23 years back? May be I did, too. And, she feels old. Too old to miss the carefree old Shakia who ran around with kids and had ice-creams. Ah! She even misses being 5.

Shakia, dear, I am there with you. I miss being 5, too. And, I don't miss being 23 at all. I still miss running on the wall (yes, on the wall, mad me so feel like Spiderman), ice-creams (they didn't have Baskin Robins or Move'nPick back then, but they indeed had ice-creams), tennis balls (we turned them into soccer balls, and played in the living-room), and the trekks down to the playing field (it seemed so away from home). I miss it all.

That's partly why I get down to the floor whenever I can, and play with children. I don't pick them up to carry them on my shoulders, as I don't want to feel bigger and older than them. I still love those spinning tops and marbles (and, no, I'm not an expert... I still handle those like a 5-year old).

I would always be 5, if I can, as much I can. I'll fight with kids, I'll be jealous of them, I'll have respect for kids who are better than me (and, most usually are). There's only one slight problem. Not many people recognize that. The gray in my hair and the dulled out eyes, the wrinkles around the corner of the eye and the creaks in my bones tell them simply I can't be anything but old. Well, I refuse to be.

Then comes the tough part. When I fail to meet the expectations that come with my age, some of them go and hate me, some go scared, and some more laugh their heads off at me silly. They can't help taking me seriously.

Do I care? Yes, I do. And, that's why I miss being 5 so much.

Thanks, Shakia, for reminding me who I am - a little kid caged in a aging crumbling rotting body. Pray for that kid in me, and the kid in you, too. I am happy to have recognized that kid in you, even before we decided to talk to me. Happy birthday, kiddo, 30 days in advance.

- Aditya Kabir

I'll never go shopping again!

2008-08-17T23:23:00.021+02:00

Once or twice a year I tend to reorganize my wardrobe, as I am sloppy and hate to fold clothes I end up with this huge dump. And while searching for a certain garment I have to dig like crazy, often I'd end up with something else. Now fashion is one of the things I want to least spend my time and money on, but it seems to have become my shameful weakness, need to admit my feminine sides.

So it took me about 2 days to get my wardrobe back to a civilized state, though I took very long breaks inbetween. Sometimes because of pure laziness other times because of frustration. Ended up sighing, yelling and cursing myself badly. "WHAT WAS I THINKING WHILE BUYING ALL THESE?!" Wishing that some thief would come in and just empty up my wardrobe or that I'd give it all away to charity.

To top that I have my sub continental dresses too! It's not enough that I need to have trousers, tops, dresses, skirts, winter clothes then summer clothes... But to add selwar kamiz and sari and not just one or two pairs. But one in each colour, fabric and designs!!! Then matching shoes and bags... AAAAA... It never ends!!!

I seriously wish I was born into a guy, specially time like these! Do you guys end up with these kinds of issues? No! It wouldn't even matter if you had ripped jeans and a greasy t-shirt which you wash once a month! Ah... If life was that simple!

Now I am pretty content with the amount of garments I own, so I've decided that I wont buy/ask for more. I will try to live happily with the amount for the next 2-3 decades!
And Apu if you are reading this, just so you know the only useful thing has happened since you moved to Australia, I've got more closet space! Your room is the offical dumping place. Thank you!

The life of Shakia Khan

2008-08-16T23:31:00.006+02:00

There is exactly one month left for my birthday so I've thought it be fun to dedicate these 31 days of writing to myself as a tribute for the 23 years I've lived.

Somehow it feels like my life will take a drastic turn the coming years. The carefree, childish me who enjoys running around with kids and eating ice cream, will have to face adulthood. Sitting still at one corner, have a decent civilized conversation about the worries of a 23 year old girl should have. (Thinking about this makes me feel 5 year old again)

I'd stop time if I could, but as that is impossible I have to be satisfied with my writing. Probably in future I'll read these posts and remind myself of the young me.

So be ready, these 31 days are only about me!

Am I IN or OUT?!

2008-08-05T01:48:00.005+02:00

The more I socialize, the more I get confused of which crowd actually I belong to? Yes, yes I know I mention that I seek for my own island, but having my own island leaves me alone as well...

My upbringing has involved a lot "DO NOT's" from both family and society. Where I sucked in everything, to every tinny detail, like a sponge. But now growing up, steping into the adult crowd, these "DO NOT's" seems more like an obvious thing to do nowadays!

There is group A, the "jewels" of the society I breathe in, that makes me feel utterly backdated, the loser geek that has no life. In various occations I've tried hard enough to follow their track, the modern/chic/commercial life style. But ended up, being the inkspot on a white crisp shirt. Even before my mind realizes, my body stops myself from taking another step, as I know my limits are not as broad as theirs.

Then group B, the "saints" whom I really admire, but I feel a bit too fast for their tempo. My liberal thoughts might not be as appreciated. Which leads me to nowhere!

So where is my group C? I don't know, am I overlooking people?

Jumping from the nest, will I be able to fly?

2008-06-27T19:59:00.005+02:00

One hour to go and my life will completely change, I wont see myself as a my parents child anymore. I will be an adult!

A part of me, was holding myself back from even coming home. Could feel how my legs wanted to go backwards instead of front. Kept on pushing as if I had the world chained to my legs. But if I stopped walking maybe then everything would remain the same? But I know there is no way out of this, so I need to embrace adulthood. But how do I embrace it?

By looking up in the sky and in one breath say everything I have to say and puff! I am an adult?! I might create an earthquake or I just might pass with a lovely breeze in a sunny day.

Where ever this leads me, a part of me knows that it's time.

Introducing new bloggers

2008-04-15T22:00:00.005+02:00

You realize you've grown old when your baby sister and baby cousin starts to blog. It feels like yesterday when I was 16 and started writing on Xanga inspired by Aziz. I wrote something similar like they did on their first post and most of my posts were about small parts of my everyday life, for me that was huge as my world then was quite small.

Well I encourage these two to write even more as I feel that this kind of blogging is good for mind and soul, not to mention your writing skills improves by the year.

So as a "veteran" blogger I feel it's my obligation to introduce these two newbies;
Tahsin HoQue & Adiba Khan(under construction)

I am my own island!

2008-04-07T18:29:00.007+02:00

Yesterday while speaking to Halima Apa, we got into the discussion about culture. As I am the best example when it comes to it, a person that is grown up in two different cultures, still unaware of which one to call mine. So while explaining myself I came to the conclusion that I had created my own culture!

Problem:

There are three types of immigrants from my point of view; the ones who adapt to the environment, the ones who choose to remain being visitors and then the last ones those who are like me, two feet in different boats.

Being born in one place and being raised by a different culture has taken the spark out of me. Always in search of belonging somewhere, either I am too exotic for the pale people or I am too pale for the exotic ones, and ironically both of them have the very same question: “Where are you from?” And there is no satisfying answer to it, because when I’m pale I should have said exotic and when I change to exotic then I should have said pale. So am I pale exotic or exotic pale?!

It’s very common for people with similar background to choose a dominant culture and follow that. But what happens when you choose to have it 50%-50%, because I don’t see myself as a Swedish nor do I see myself as a Bangali “second generation immigrant”. Yes, I have a label too given by my dear society! So what do I do?

Solution:

I jump into the sea and swim away to a deserted island and call myself, Shakia. No longer do I have the need of belonging somewhere in society. I am the person I was destined to be, a mix of everything.

The story of my first mp3...

2008-03-08T15:48:00.001+01:00

Making of my will

2008-02-11T21:55:00.000+01:00

Writing my will, need anything?! Hence, shipping charge at your own cost!

Shakia

2007-11-23T00:58:00.000+01:00

Trip is less then a week ahead, I am really looking forward of it, though I have no clue of what to expect, though I expect to have fun... I can at least reassure myself of having a good time with Nanz. So much to do before that... :-s

Besides from that, my parents have decided to call me by “Bushra” again, an attempt of Ammu from when I was four. As she wasn’t much fond of the name Shakia (given by Abbu) so she gave me an unregistered “middle name”. The Bushra period lasted about a year or so, but leaving some marks, precisely leaving two family friends calling me that even now. Recently my mum spoke to one of them and the name Bushra is back on my parent’s lips. My dad is suggesting me to change my name to Bushra S. Khan, according to him “it might bring changes in me”. It’s like chopping off my heart and put someone else’s in my body.
All these years I’ve been in frustration with my name, people give me the looks by reading/saying Shakia. Times when always a long silence came before uttering my name, which was often pronounced wrong. And having at least a 5 minutes discussion about it. For some reason my name has been a beginning for great conversations with strangers.
After Shakira got into MTV, people started to call me Shakira than Chiqita (don’t ask me, but yes there have been people calling me that).
But now I love my name more than anything, it’s who I am.

Ode to my Old Xanga account: Sifar

2007-11-09T16:11:00.001+01:00

What I hate the most, is whenever I come back to my Xanga I can't sit and read my former posts. Because of some certain person has erased it. I hate that 3 years of my life was so easy to erase, just by clicking delete. I hate that I was stupid enough to trust.

Sometimes I do wonder what I wrote or what I was thinking, maybe there were times in my life where the current I can't remember of. Even though it was texts, still it feels like a part of me just vanished. Does it sound corny when I say I miss my old Xanga account? Even after 3 years?

I would do anything..

2007-10-01T17:37:00.001+02:00

For a reaching hand
I would do anything...

For a certain smile
I would do anything...

For a whisper
I would do anything...

For the slightest hope
I would do anything...

For once, just for once..
I WOULD DO ANYTHING!

... I would do anything.

Suheir Hammad - Def Poetry

2007-09-22T11:52:00.000+02:00

3:07 am

2007-07-15T02:54:00.001+02:00

Why do we watch movies or read books? Is it an escape from reality, into fantasy?

Some would say that it's about relating one self in various environments and situations. Is this kind of media good? Yes, you have a better sense in language and you might learn things. But then again, isn't books and movies setting some kind of unwritten rules to how to live life, starting with something every simple, blowing up to a big complicated bubble and then in the end, though the earth just exploded and you are floating through dark space alone, there is some kind of happy ending?

I realized I should stop comparing real life with fiction, no matter how realistic it sounds. Fiction is man made crap, while life is a twist of destiny, faith and will power. Though generally both sucks in the end...

Readers be aware of that this post excludes any sort of fact books or learning documentaries, strict fantasy and fiction.

O.C. a cure for insomnia?!

2007-07-14T03:54:00.001+02:00

It's nearly 4 am and I am still awake with a "I-woke-up-by-the-garbage-can-on-a-park-bench" hair due. Just managed to watch 6 episodes of O.C and 2 1/2 episodes of Grey's anatomy and I don't feel much more then totally wasted and hung over.

All day I have been feeling tinny whinny bit of asthmatic, alright I admit. My brain has been craving and still is craving for fresh oxygen and not the air going through a slimy gue stuck in my throat! I am out of medication and I can't call my doctor during the weekend unless I go to the emergency. And then again we are talking about me... don't think so!

Maybe the brains reacting to the lack of oxygen, which has put me to a serious case of "blue". I am a person who mostly like to talk out my problems, but during my blue period I tend to get overly depressed which leads to insomnia. Do I even make sense?!

I have had my periods of books, Bollywood even Grey's during insomnia, but first time in my life I turn to O.C thinking that I just might fall asleep! No I manage to watch 6 maybe 7 (I am not keeping count) of episodes. Though thinking how I annoyed I got through the 1st, 2nd and 3rd season, it's a miracle knowing that I managed to watch the 4th and the final season and even liking it! Is it because of the lack of oxygen? We might never get to know! But I just realized I am Taylor. A mentally twisted person with good intentions. Just she is a super controlfreak and I am a rather super uncontrolled freak?

Anyway forgive me for the text above... this is the closest thing to DRUNK I will ever get.

The way I am...

2007-07-11T19:00:00.000+02:00

I am obsessed with the song The way I am- Ingrid Michealson, so I did own my version of the lyrics!

If you were hungry, then I would cook you biryani.
You need a glass, I'd pour you pani.

Cuz I love the way you say "Where's my dinner?".
And you take me the way I am.

If you are warm, I'll turn on the AC.
Your neck is aching, I'd put balm. (Tiger balm)

Cuz I love the way you call me "Bodhu".
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you patches when you stop smoking.
Caress your head while getting bald.

Cuz I love you more than I love saris.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

What a Mess!

2007-07-09T22:40:00.000+02:00

My baby is broken, not only it's the L key, which I have to copy paste most of the time... but it's also the charger and the battery...
So is it time to buy a new one?!

I've realised I blog in my mind more then I blog in real. I always think of updating and writing something really creative.. but I hardly get through it. So many projects half done! And the summer is just getting shorter for everyday!
I am really starting to worry about my future like my mum... it's all cloudy.

Ps. I updated Mayaboti after ages!

The Story of L key

2007-06-01T22:28:00.001+02:00

Once upon a time in the Kingdom far North there was a very lazy princess named S. One day of getting bored of doing nothing she decided it was high time for her to clean her castle. She dusted and dusted with her small little green rag and then she swiped and swiped with her Miele vacuum cleaner. Her tender soft hands were getting dirty, but she didn't mind as long as she knew she was doing a good job and there is always something called a manicure.

She cleaned every corner in her Kingdom, but noticed that her little grey Dell box was full of dust, specially underneath the key... So she started to loosen one key after another to reach the dust, but then she noticed that something dreadful has happened!!! She had broken her L key!!! Oh, what now?! She tried and tried and tried a little more to put it back. She even looked up if there was a new one to buy. No Luck the L key was broken for good...

What to do now? She cried and cried with misery, how could she been so dumb! One whole day of ranting and worrying, she got it!

She took the magic glue and put a bit on the key well as the keyboard and said the magic words: "ABRA-CA-DABRA!" Now everything was back to normal, and the princess were happily ever after until.... Opss!!

Starting of Adrian Mole and the Weapons if Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend

2007-05-31T04:38:00.000+02:00

Private and Confidential
The Right Honourable
Tony Blair MP, QC
10 Downing Street
Whitehall
London SW1A

Wisteria Walk
Ashby de la Zouch
Leicestershire

September 29^th 2002

Dear Mr Blair

You may remember me – we met at the Norwegian Leather Industry reception at the House of Commons in 1999. Pandora Braithwaite, now the Junior Minister for Brownfield Regeneration, introduced us, and we had a brief conversation about the BBC during which I opined that The Corporation’s attitude towards provincial scriptwriters was disgraceful. Unfortunately, you were called away to attend to some urgent matter on the far side of the room.
I am writing to thank you for warning me about the imminent threat to Cyprus posed by Saddam Hussein’s Weapons of Mass Destruction.
I had booked a week’s holiday at the Athena Apartments, Paphos, Cyprus, for the first week of November for me and my eldest son at a total cost of £571 plus airport tax. My personal travel advisor Johnny Bond, of Latesun Ltd, demanded a deposit of £57.10, which I paid to him on September 3^rd. Imagine my alarm when I turned on the television the next day and heard you telling the House of Commons that Saddam Hussein could attack Cyprus with his Weapons of Mass Destruction within forty-five minutes!
I immediately rang Johnny Bond and cancelled the holiday. (With only forty-five minutes’ warning, I could not risk being on the beach and out of earshot of a possible Foreign Office announcement.)
My problem is this, Mr. Blair. Latesun Ltd are refusing to refund my deposit unless I furnish them with proof:
a) that Saddam Hussein has a stockpile of Weapons of Mass Destruction,
b) that he can deploy them within forty-five minutes, and
c) that the can reach Cyprus.
Johnny Bond, who was, according to his colleagues, ‘away from his desk’ yesterday (I suspect that he was on the Stop the War march), has dared to question the truth of your statement to the House!
Would it be possible to send a handwritten note confirming the threat to Cyprus, so that I can pass it on to Johnny Bond and therefore retrieve my deposit? I can ill afford to lose £57.10.
I remain, sir,
Adrian Mole

PS I wonder if you would ask your wife, Cherie, if she would agree to be the guest speaker at the Leicestershire and Rutland Creative Writing Group’s Literary Dinner on December 23^rd this year. Will Shelf has turned us down – rather curtly, in fact. We don’t pay a fee or expenses but I think she would find us a lively and stimulating group.
Anyway, Mr. Blair, keep up the good work.

**Days before Exam

2007-05-16T23:33:00.000+02:00

You remember to clean your room
You remember to rearrange your entire wardrobe
You get more creative ideas that you just have to do it as if it was the last day in earth
You remember you have to call your friend after 5 months
You remember that there is a book lying and waiting for you to read
You remember to drink zillion glasses of water/cups of coffee, tea or even both.
You remember to help your mum with something she asked a month ago
Suddenly all the interesting series seems to broadcast in TV, even though you never follow them.
You go to the bathroom every ten minutes, even if it was just to look yourself at the mirror.
Your hands/feet/lips gets completely dry, need lotion/Vaseline!!
Shower twice a day sounds great, maybe even more.
You sort your e-mail box
*Yawn* And it's only 9pm
You crave for food every half an hour, but then you never eat.
You fantasize about your dream holiday/house/wedding/carrier/man
You socialize more with family.
You remember to update your blog!!!!

**This implies only certain type of people

The Boatman - Nitin Shawney :: Human

2007-03-29T21:09:00.001+02:00

Dhaka Boatman
Originally uploaded by David Hall Photography.

Baroshekar aador mekhe
Bheshe elam sagor theke
Balir toteh notun deesha

Adhar theke alor mesha
Batash bhora bhalobasha
Ke kandare baicho toree aral theke

(Something) caressed with love
I drifted ashore from the sea
The sand shows a new way

The light blends with the darkness
The wind is full of love
Who are you boatman who paddles this boat, whom i cannot see

Why I love my friends!

2007-03-24T01:23:00.000+01:00

Parts of conversations with Guju S about Cricket world cup. Had to censor a lot!

Session Start: den 19 mars 2007

(17:05) Shakia:	we f**king beat india in cricket!!!
(17:06) Shakia:	SOOOOOO GOOD
(17:06) Shakia:	HAHAHAHAHHA

(21:38) Guju S:	wow
(21:38) Guju S:	watch your language!
(21:38) Shakia:	:P
(21:38) Shakia:	I mean it was freaking good
(21:38) Guju S:	whatever
(21:38) Guju S:	India should have won
(21:38) Shakia:	should have won?
(21:38) Guju S:	you know india is the better team

Session Start: den 21 mars 2007

(04:09) Guju Si:	how'd it go?
(04:09)Guju S:	oh India beat Burma!
(04:09)	Shakia has signed-in (Away)
(04:09) Shakia:	bermuda
(04:09) Shakia:	not burma

Session Start: den 23 mars 2007

(05:21) Guju S:	hey india's record is better than bangladesh's
(05:22) Shakia:	still bangladesh beat india
(05:22) Shakia:	lol
(05:22) Guju S:	!
(05:22) Guju S	still india is doing better
(05:22) Guju S:	and BD is going to lose their next game
(05:22)Guju S:	at least thats what people think
(05:22) Shakia:	no they are not
(05:22) Shakia:	tomorrow indias losing
(05:23) Guju S:	lol india is going to destroy
(05:23) Guju S:	go Rahul Dravid!

(05:39) Guju S:	if india loses im not signing on for 6 months
(05:39) Guju S:	i dont want to hear it from you
(05:39) Shakia:
(05:40) Shakia:
(05:40) Shakia:	I am not saying anything
(05:40) Shakia:	by the way see you in six months
(05:41) Guju S:	haha
(05:41) Guju S:	very clever
(05:41) Guju S:	for Bangali
(05:41) Guju S:	HAHA
(05:41) Shakia:	please gujrati

(21:40) Shakia:	SAGAAAAAAAAAAAAR
(21:40) Shakia:	bye bye
(21:40) Shakia:	6 months
(21:40) Shakia:	no see
(21:41) Shakia:	EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe
(21:41) Guju S:	NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
(21:41) Shakia:	EAT MY TUSH!
(21:41) Shakia:
(21:41) Guju S:	YOU ARE GROSS
(21:41) Shakia:	HAHAHA
(21:41) Guju S:
(21:41) Shakia:	loser ki bachha

(21:48) Guju S:	i want to slap you shakia
(21:48) Shakia:	lol
(21:48) Shakia:	lol
(21:49) Guju S:	if i ever meet you, im going to slap you before
(21:49)Guju S:	before i do anything else
(21:49) Shakia:	HAHAHA
(21:49) Shakia:

(21:54) Guju S:	what happens if BD loses?
(21:54) Shakia:	ok
(21:54) Shakia:	waiting
(21:54) Guju S:	huh?
(21:54) Shakia:	then india gets to the super 8s
(21:54) Guju S:	so BD has to lose
(21:54) Shakia:	yes
(21:54) Guju S:	hmm so its not all over
(21:55) Shakia:	do you think bd will lose over bermuda?
(21:55) Guju S:	if they lose all their cricket bats
(21:55) Guju S:	im gonna have to find a way to steal the BD teams bats
(21:55) Guju S:	so they cant play
(21:55) Shakia:	cricket bats?
(21:55) Shakia:	LOL
(21:55) Shakia:	good luck
(21:55) Shakia:
(21:56) Guju S:	i am going to hit you
(21:56) Guju S:	screw slapping
(21:56) Guju S:	im going to punch you when i meet you
(21:56) Shakia:
(21:56) Shakia:
(21:56) Shakia:	LOL
(21:56) Guju S:

Later on Guju S's msn banner: Don't associate with Shakia Khan, she is evil

Victory to TIGERS! Grrrrr!

2007-03-17T23:48:00.000+01:00

Bangladesh won!! Joss joss, lafaite iche kortese... Unfortunatly I didn't get the chance to watch the whole game (at one point I was about to cry) as I was at a dawat and their internet wasn't working properly. In the end I managed to listen to 10 mins before ending; Me, bhaia and baba was standing in front of my laptop which I made bhaia go and get as theirs wasn't working properly.
195/5 (overs:48.3) to India 191/all out (overs49.3), so good so good!!

Healthy life costs!

2007-03-14T22:57:00.002+01:00

treadmills
Originally uploaded by notchet.

Weight: X kg
Over flowing fat: 5 kg

X kg-5 kg= A Perfect body!

So the other day I left home with the mental preparation of joining the gym, as I was set on changing my lazy lifestyle to a much more healthier one. Not that I consider myself fat or obese, it's just over the years I haven't had any sort of physical activity, plus I realised that I actually never have been thin, always been a bit of bulky here and there, which is nothing to complain over. But now I want to try the thin side of the world, plus a Homer gut's starting to show.

So as I walk into one of the local chain gyms in Sweden, no point in joining those fancy gyms down town as I am the laziest person ever existed, I could smell the sweaty armpits and the sweaty socks from miles (Ok, ok, I am overacting now), the typical gym smell. Which instantly put me to a very uncomfortable mood, reminding me of my handball periods, where I practically forced myself to go to every training and game, even fasting or being just sick.
Anyway walking up to the counter expecting a very muscular, wannabe Mr. Universe clerk, instead a grey haired man with big Santa gut comes.

So asking him how much it will cost monthly, he enlightens me that they have no monthly policy, one have to buy full one years membership! HA! As if I am going to go everyday for a year. And the price! Ridiculous! Disappointingly I just told him I'll think about it and got out.

I ended up in Stadium, buying myself a pair of track pants and a sweat shirt. And looking around I find a pilates DVD. Yes, now I'll put on my pilates DVD and become master of pilates! Yay! (As if that's going to work!!)
So at the counter of the shop I notice that they are having a lottery for one years membership at the gym I went to! Why not lets try out my luck!!

Guess what?! A guy calls me up yesterday and asks me to come by the gym tomorrow! But I don't understand, he didn't name anything about winning one years membership, just said try out. I am confused...

Edit @ 15th March 00:35 am

Some encouraging words from GujuS in Msn after showing the pilates DVD:

Guju S says:
as if you're going to do that
Guju S says:
you'll put it in and watch it while eating ice cream
Guju S says:
knowing you

*Hmmpf...* Thank YOU!

Up, up, up!

2007-03-13T20:53:00.001+01:00

glass_bottles
Originally uploaded by matt.ohara.

After a week of flue and snowstorm, things seems to lighten up: Mood, health and weather wise.
So as you guys have noticed I've done some changes on the layout and more changes are to come. But I guess this is a good base to start writing on.

If I summarize the winter, then basically I've been bumming. I've hit the bottom and now I'm much more keener on climbing my way up and out of the awful glass bottle.
I've been thinking back and forth about what to write in my blog, cause it's a shame of wasting such a nice blog (Yes! I am bragging now!) specially when I've waisted so much time in this before.
So I guess from now on I'm going to write more about me, even though it makes me seem/feel self-centred. But the only thing I know to write about is myself...

Under Construction!

2007-02-26T21:09:00.000+01:00

In my dreadful orange sweater, half open mouth unable to breathe through my nostrils with a temperature barely over 27C, decide to do something about my blog.
Everytime I come here to update, I find myself redirecting to another site because of my layout.
InshAllah I'll be back soon with a new layout and a better health!

Friday the 13th

2006-10-13T14:21:00.000+02:00

Qouting Wikipedia "A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece and Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia "

I guess the bad luck did the opposite effect on the Asian Subcontinent, specially for our dear Bangladesh.

I wake up with a call from an auntie telling me that Dr. Md Yunus got Nobel prize. First thing I do is look up that info in the net. Realising it's true he got the Nobel prize, which made me jump of joy. Thinking Unlce will be coming to Sweden, and maybe I will be able to meet him after hearing so much about him from my parents. But then when I look closely I realise he got the Peace prize, by The Norwegian Nobel Committee and he'll be going to Norway instead. Which made me startle a bit, as I was expecting him to get the Nobel prize in Economics, in his field.
For me as a Swede I feel ashamed that The Swedish Nobel Committee missed a great opportunity to recognize a great man like him. But as a Bangali I feel very proud, and as a Chittagonian I feel even more excited. And the fact that I get to brag a bit about my parents knowing him, just lighten ups my day! (I sound like a kid!)

Then another triumph though an expected one, Bangladesh's cricket team wins over Zimbabwe with 101 runs. Joss!! Made me forget the West Indies game.. (chi chi chi, shame on you!)

Ramadan Mubarak!

2006-09-22T23:29:00.000+02:00

To all my muslim brothers and sisters, Ramadan Mubarak. May this Ramadan be blessed.

Night of Laylatul Baraat..

2006-09-07T16:31:00.000+02:00

Today falls the night of Laylatul Baraat or as we call Shab E Baraat. Some years ago I got to know that our Arab brothers and sisters don't recognize the night in the same way as we, the "desi" people do. According to some of the scholars, there is nothing mentioned about Shab E Barat in the Q'uraan. So as a youngster and thinking that I know "everything" and "everyone", I fought against my mum saying I wont pray for Shab E Barat. Well, that turned into a unfortunate war, now thinking back; was it my loss or my mothers loss?

Anyway I am still unsure about this night, but I guess I will pray... No harm in praying right? Plus I don't want my mother running around the house and yelling; "Nastiq! Nastiq!"

Update

I heard my mother talking on the phone with an auntie and saying that Shab E Baraat prayers aren't fard. apparently she heard that in the news... So I wonder myself if she prayed?! Don't dare to ask..

A secret hobby to be revealed...

2006-09-02T11:19:00.000+02:00

eFor the first ever time I'm exposing my art publicly. I know many of my friends seen them, but so far I haven't had much of a guts to publicly show them. So for today's cultural event I've been painting like a mad (wo)man so I can have a small exhibition. It's a very small thing, but for me it feels huge as few people knows that I'm into painting... A secret hobby.

Now here is a sneak preview of my artwork in for tonight's event, thought it's not many still I guess it's something.

So I made a online portfolio in Flickr, probably uploading artwork now and then.

Theme: BOU

Nouka; Acrylic paint. Reminds me of the song "Ore Nil Doriya..."

Palki; Oil paint & Lace framing

Bou; Oil paint & Lace

Nameless; Acrylic paint, last nights painting, needed to expand numbers of paintings...

Invitation & Program schedule

2006-09-02T02:15:00.000+02:00

"Esho Gaan Shuni"
Bengali Cultural Event

Location: Tensta träff (gymnasium auditorium), Stockholm, Sweden.
Date: 2nd September
Time: 18:30 (6pm)

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Aunushtan Shuchi

Kobi Shamshur Rahmaner sharone 1 minute nirabata palon ebong kobir sharone kobita patth.

Jontroshongit -Shetar: Upama
Nuzrul Shongit, Doyto: Tanima & Adiba
Tabla Lahora: Arman Chowdhury
Ekok Shongit: Adiba
Nrito Poribeshona: Deshakhi
Ekok Shongit: Sayma Rahman, Labonno

Biroti

Nrito Poribeshona: Deshakhi

Doyto Jontroshongit: Yusuf Khan, Paulina Hossain
Ekok Shongit: Sayma Rahman, Labonno

Jontranoshongo
Keyboard: Paulina Hossain
Tabla: Yusuf Khan
Electronic Drums: Montu

Aunushtan parichalana: Gholam Sarwar, Palash

Blood phobia?

2006-08-27T22:18:00.000+02:00

I got a nasty cut on my finger while making a canvas. I could see the "meat" under the skin!
First I was all calm, went up to show my sister my cut as it looked ugly. Then went for the savlon and bandage, meanwhile climbing up the stairs I started to get dizzy. Reaching the bathroom I fell/sat on the floor as my legs couldn't hold me anymore, I didn't faint but all of a sudden my blood pressure got low.
You know how in cartoons when the character gets hit on the head and it start to see stars, birds etc. Well I thought I was seeing the twilight and two Adibas. Anyway suddenly I started sweating and I just couldn't take it anymore... "Cover the damn thing up!!!" Shouting impatiently to my father.

Anyway, after thinking I realised I have a classic case of blood phobia, but why all of a sudden? I didn't have problems before. I loved going to the nurses for blood test and then bragging about how much blood they took from me. And now I'm all of a sudden blood phobic? And I thought I knew myself enough...

Chokher Aloi Dekhechilem Chokher Bahire

2006-08-21T23:39:00.000+02:00

Chokher aloi dekhechilem chokher bahire .
Auntare aj dekhbo, jakhon alokhe nahi re.
Dharai jakhon dao na dhara hridai takhon tomai bhora,
Ekhon tomar aapon aloi tumai chahi re.
Tomar niye khelechilem khelar ghorete.
Khelar potol bhenge geche proloy jharete-
Thak tabe shei kebol khela, hok-na ekhane praner melaa.
Tarer bina bhanglo, hridai-binai gahi re.

Todays homework from my teacher... I just love this song.

Monsoon in Sweden

2006-08-17T00:13:00.000+02:00

feet in the rain
Originally uploaded by amybethvan.

One thing I miss in Sweden is the monsoon rain, when it rains here it's mostly grey and rains very slowly. Nothing like the monsoon rain that pours down in speed.

Today I managed to feel the monsoon here, I was only out for a minute and got soaked top to toe. People at the store was just looking at me and probably thinking: "The poor thing..."

But the most funny thing was that the water got high besides the sidewalk, so noway of passing without getting your shoes all wet. Me and this lady needed to cross the road, so she said; "Lets go over bare feet, no need of ruining the shoes..."
So both of us went around bare feet in the rain.

I couldn't visit the monsoon in Bangladesh, so I guess the monsoon came to me.

Follow the link!

2006-08-16T02:21:00.000+02:00

Today while reading blogs, I came across to this link in Nanz blog:
http://news.sky.com/skynews/video/videoplayer/0,,31200-galloway_060806,00.html#

A big chear from my side to the Respect MP George Galloway.

I've noticed amongst some of my Muslim and non-Muslim friends; that they find the Middle East Crisis to be blamed on the Islamic Fanatics. That this crisis wouldn't have appeared if they wouldn't have done stunts like 9/11, supporting the suicide bombings or Hezbollah for kidnapping Israeli soldiers. The fanatics are giving Islam a bad name... etc.
9/11 or suicide bombings are not related to Islam, but those are an act of the psychological desperation from several years of torture and deprivation caused by the west and Israel.

We've all heard the phrase; "The past is past…" And in some context it seems to work well, but we are using this as a guideline for the present day crisis and blinding us from the truth.
As Galloway said; "that this conflict is decades old."
We seem to forget the origin of the conflict and just high light what inhumane things the "terrorists" have done.

Anyway I ask you all to watch the video, you'll understand me better than. It certainly have gotten me worked up…

RE: When frustration knocks the door...

2006-08-16T02:13:00.000+02:00

This is an e-mail I got from a very close friend of mine concerning the blog I wrote on Middle East Crisis. I value his opionions a lot, though in some terms I don't agree with him as he doesn't with me. I guess that's the dynamic in our good friendship.

Email:

Hey, here's my reply to your entry in your blog. It's a bit too long to reply on the site so I decided to send it to you via email. Enjoy... You pretty much nailed it by showing the flaws in both sides. Regarding the current situation… Israel has been through a lot. Does that give it the right to invade Lebanon as it did? I’m going to be brutally honest with you. What Israel has done so far is beyond anything that should have happened. Should Israel have invaded Lebanon to begin with? In 1998, the UN set a resolution (1559 I think it was) that directed Lebanon to get rid of Hezbollah…drive it out of the nation. In 2006, Hezbollah, the same people that have pitted Islam against much of the world (and I’m not saying just the west…I’m talking about every major conflict that Muslims are in), control a large part of Lebanon and have infiltrated the country both territorially and politically. In my view, Israel made the right decision to come in and attempt to take out the Hezbollah sites nearest to the Lebanon-Israel border. But that’s it. They shouldn’t have penetrated the country as they have done, and they MOST definitely should not have targeted Hezbollah where there was a civilian population. Some argue that Hezbollah is embedded in these civilian populations…how can you not target them- you’ll have casualties but that’s how it works unfortunately. Well I argue that Israel should have stopped weeks ago and let a multi-national task force to set up camp in Lebanon. This force, even consisting of forces from other Islamic countries, would then be responsible for stabilizing the Lebanese government and force Hezbollah out. See, the problem is that the West is how it is and the Muslim extremists are how they are. It’s clear that neither can peacefully coexist. Who will budge? Well I can assure you that Americans will not elect anyone that even resembles Bush or his administration’s policies and actions. Now to the Muslim extremists…many people, including you, say they have to go. But no one is kicking them out, choking their financial and military support, but rather, hiding them. I know that external influence such as a UN task force in Lebanon is the last thing many Muslims want to see but I don’t see any other way of getting rid of organizations that terrorize people and make, like you said, a perfectly ok religion into something that people across many nations and religions have come to either fear or despise. My anthropology professor once asked the class if they think war will always exist. My answer is yes, it will. It’s sort of like “without evil, there can be no good” but more complicated. People across the world will differ in how they live, the luxuries they have, and most importantly the access to resources they have. Some people will get pushed out, many nations divided, many nations dissolved, and worst of all (something that I think we can control), groups of people may even be driven out of existence. As long as there is a difference in access to resources, there will always be war. And it’s safe to say that not everyone will enjoy the same amenities throughout the world. People call it ugly, and it is. Are we above it? I don’t think so. We’d like to think that since we’re much more advanced than other life on this planet, that we don’t need to abide by the natural rules. I think otherwise…I guess we write history to not only show our flaws and mistakes and how to avoid some of them but also to show perseverance, strength and other good qualities in humans, how people have the power to change, and in general, how life is. This is because there are governing rules to life (in my opinion) that we cannot and will not circumvent. And these rules or laws will fuel actions such as wars for as long as we exist. I don’t think war ever comes or goes throughout time…it simply evolves. Its always there.

When frustration knocks the door...

2006-08-04T00:29:00.001+02:00

I can't make myself to read/watch the news nowadays, it's pathetic... Me or the news? Maybe both...

The human mind has grown so much since 100 years, even in the past 10 years there have been dramatic changes, inventions of gadgets we can't even imagine to live without. Life gets easier for everyday, always a source of progress in the world; medically, technically or humane.

Comparing to the medieval times and now; the human mind/heart has grown more compassionate and generous. But yet, the world seems to become more and more inhuman to live. Why do we even write history? So history won't repeat itself? Well I guess we aren't paying much attention in the classrooms.

Ironic isn't it? The BIG West, the "educated" and "civil" West are day by day turning into a barbaric predator. Maybe the Christian America is trying to prove Darwin’s theories right instead of acting out from their Holy Bible. And then we have the President who calls himself a true Christian, a man of God. Oh please Seinfeld comes with better jokes...! Then the parasites, Zionists, well lets put it like this: If HIV had a face then we know how it would look like!

But then how can we forget our Muslim brothers and sisters, not to mention the "scholared" leaders, which are making the most perfect religion into imperfect. Encouraging youths to suicide bombing? Why don't the leaders themselves become martyrs and show the path of J'annat? And what is up with The Progressive Muslims? When did Islam a have new face? Could you please give me the name of the surgeon?
Should we blame everything on the non believers? Where is the strong Muslim society?

Well, in a way I can understand the frustration of the youth, I self get carried away sometime, visualising myself sitting middle of the hell gap and pressing the trigger. If I only could be Buffy the Vampire Slayer... *tash*

Just speaking Gibberish... But when I thought there would be some kind of peace at last, then another war got started. I think I just had enough...

Confession

2006-06-09T01:27:00.001+02:00

I just don't get it! Why do we generalize things, each other, races? Put everyone in categories.
OH, guys are "dogs" and girls are "bitches", when there are guys that are bitches and girls that are dogs.

We can't just generalize the rest of the genders just because a small group of people behaves in a certain way. When you actually take a good look, it's very a small group, but those are the ones who tend to stand out of the crowd. So we assume everyone’s like them. But it's nothing like that.

We ourselves put barriers/walls amongst us, with the crap about "Women from Venus, Men from Mars". It's just CRAP! And apparently we are making this as the "IDEAL" (stupid) thinking, a way for us to communicate with each other and we are putting ourselves in these roles. But my friends these are the things that prevents us from equal rights in our society.

Then in a way I do believe men and women are different, but as in physical shapes/clothing/gestures but not in mind and soul!! We are making unnecessary knots when the line couldn't be any straighter.

Over all we shouldn't judge or assume! That is for God/Allah/Higher power. We are only human being, we should treat ONE person by the facts that we know about that person and no more then that.

BLANK

2006-06-01T14:55:00.000+02:00

"When everything stops, just for a minute, when you hold your breath for the moment. With blankness in your mind floating, no movement at all surrounding and silent lies over. Are you then dead at that very moment?"

Men's Room

2006-05-30T13:05:00.000+02:00

I found this hilirious test for guys in nRaged, how guys should behave during a visit to the men's room. Anyway try it out

Men's Room

[Edit]

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

[End Edit]

Seeing Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code..

2006-05-26T22:51:00.000+02:00

Just came back from the movies, saw Da Vinci Code. Well while reading the book, I was in such a thrill. Couldn't get my eyes from the book, so you can imagine how anxious I was for the movie to come out. Anyway now after seeing the movie, I wish I didn't see it all. Or atleast I'd seen the movie before I read the book.

Yes, like always books are better than movies and so was this one. I couldn't enjoy the movie as much as I did the book, though it was well made and the actors did a good job. But like always you expect somekind of satisfying feeling in the end, which I didn't disappointedly get. The pace in the movie was not as upbeat as the book. I guess while reading the book we place ourselves in a world that is more surreal and magical than the movie did.

Anyway a tip from me is to watch the movie before you read the book. You'll appreciate the movie more and obviously the book will be a thrill ride.

Comeback? Not yet...

2006-05-24T20:38:00.000+02:00

I know, I know...

Well I just don't know! So don't ask me any further why and how? I am already at the verge of going insane, things looked so good, until an unexpected (ok, ok, expected) thunder just struck one sunny day infront of my very two eyes, I just wish it could've killed me right then instead of giving me the horrifying images that are most likely to come in my way, a very slow and venomous death. I know you told me so! Well lucky for you my mum doesn't know yet, but as soon as she knows she'll be gloating even more!!!

In short terms, just have this stressful moment in my life.... Where I realise again and again what a bum I really am. And to rub it in even more, I got to know that the dropout candidate/no hot shot future (God I sound so cruel) school friend, has got a five months old daughter! So? ATLEAST SHE HAS A BABY!! And me??! I'm still no good of a bum with unnecessary knowledge in my head and stuck at nowhere!!! (So going for Adrian Moles life..) I blame it all on you, telling me that I have brain.... *pss*

Top list:

1. Dad- For you saying that I have sharp brain since kid.
2. Faisal, my math teacher - I could be everything I want? BLAAH! (though you rest in peace)
3. Amit - Next time you tell me how creative I am. I'm going to go all the way to BD and, and... Well be afraid!

So far that's everyone I can think of... I should have listened to my mum, of what kind of a loser I was/am... Maybe I'd be somewhere in life.

Anyway adios for now.. Maya is taking a bit of rest, but she'll be back and so will I.

Online Painting

2006-04-17T14:16:00.001+02:00

Well thanks to Tareq bhai, yet a another awesome discovery! Artpad Digital Art, a masterpiece, now I can sit and practice digital art, I just wish I could get one of those digital tablets, quite hard to work with a touchpad. And the best part is you can learn all the techniques by just watching the videos of other artists paint! Anyway here is a painting I did by inspiration of another painting that is hanging in gallery. Enjoy!

[Edit @ 19:28/]

This thing is addictive!!! Here is another work!

[/End Edit]

Writing...

2006-04-05T12:50:00.000+02:00

As a kid I always wanted to be a writer, or at least write a book... I actually wrote one, which I remember not going any further then chapter 4. But unlike to that book which was typical Kitty books, I've thought about serious writing. But somehow, I always get stuck... Anyway after reading Tareq Bhai's posts on Blookers, so I've thought about writing a Blook myself.
I didn't know how to start, so I started with the layout, then thanks to Timur, who helped me with the name. And today I managed to write the Prologue. So readers, here is my Mayaboti.

[Edit 23:28 /]

Besides reading all the tragedy that the news have to come with every day, there are always these silly and ironical articles you tend find when you look closely. Well here are some I found in today’s, Wednesday 5th April 2006, issues of Metro Stockholm and Stockholm City. As both are published in Swedish, I’ll try to come with similar sites on English.

Straw forces Rice to sleep on floor!
Apparently Jack Straw Britain’s foreign minister lets the “sweet” Condoleezza Rice to sleep on the floor of the luxury cabin of Air Force Two. Now the British media taunts the minister for his not so gentleman like behaviour. My own opinion to this; if Rice offered the bed, then it’s she to blame! And the West complains about the equality between the sexes, well girls it’s time to be a gentleman for once! And the media should write about better things than about who slept where…

Couldn’t find a link to this, so guess you’ve to rely on my words.

KTH is building paper houses to the catastrophe victims.
The Royal Technical University, KTH along with Design Force are developing and producing ultra light houses of recycled paper for the catastrophe victims, comparing to the 300 kg tents that the victims gets, this paper house weights about 170 kg. They’ve already opened a discussion with the Swedish Rescue Service Agency. Reading this makes me proud of being a Swede, but throughout the whole article they never mentioned what happens during rain and Asia is full of Monsoon. Anyway good luck, KTH!

Bored of your old soul, interested in a new one? Apparently you can buy one over the net!
A man in his late 20’s is selling his soul on Taobao, China’s top online auction site. Already attracted over 50 soul-searching buyers!! My only question is how will they get hold of his soul?

Donkeys better than wives!
Quoting The Times of India " "A donkey is like a housewife ... In fact, the donkey is a shade better, for while the housewife may sometimes complain and walk off to her parents' home, you'll never catch the donkey being disloyal to his master," the newspaper reported, quoting a Hindi-language primer meant for 14-year-olds."
I find this article hilarious, more hilarious that the book has been approved by the state Rajasthan's Hindu nationalist Bharatiya Janata Party government though protests from the female members.
As Muslim feminist myself, I should be a bit annoyed with such an article. But I seriously enjoyed reading this, on the positive aspects we didn’t get compared to dogs! And then again, not against females alone, but isn’t it an insult for the donkey to get compared to humans? Or any animals to say, what are more stupid and more cruel than the human race?

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2006-03-28T18:11:00.000+02:00

Footprints in the Sand
- author unknown

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of his life, there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me."

The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."

Note: Though I don't believe that God appears in the form of a man, etc. Still I find this to be one of my favourites because of the moral it reflects.

Who said TV was rubbish?

2006-03-23T23:18:00.000+01:00

So sitting there with the remote in my hand, switching one channel after another I ended up watching a documentary series named, Insider.
The series main aim is to reveal the criminality that goes around the world, specially in Sweden. Most probably I'd continue my hunt for some comedy but today's topic was too good not to see.

The black face of the Swedish real estate agencies, and then I don't mean agencies in normal hill billy areas. These are suppose to be some of the elite agencies downtown Stockholm that deals with estates worth over million(s) kroners, which got painfully busted on camera for tax evasion, illegal apartment trades etc.

So where is the irony in this? Well tell me who doesn't enjoy seeing a suited snob with those luxurious cars, that earns about 100 000 kroners = 12 703,25 USD every month, getting caught!!! I know it's cruel, but I couldn't help myself from laughing (horns started to grow out), I guess I wouldn't seen this much of an amusement if they'd charged an average Joe.

What happened to equality? Oh, screw it!!!

Seasons beginning

2006-03-21T12:07:00.000+01:00

This is a video I made some months ago, so watch and tell me what you guys think of it. And if you wonder why Seasons beginning, then it is the meaning of my name, Shakia.

Enjoy

2006-03-20T11:47:00.000+01:00

Bangladeshi men too sexy?

General

2006-03-16T17:39:00.000+01:00

Last weekend I found myself in a small city, south west of Stockholm, named Skövde. Where I had one memorable weekend. We did it all, we were a bunch of kids when we felt of it. We acted as grown ups, well half of the crew were grown ups. I guess me and Deshi was the only youngsters around. Well I don't see myself as an adult yet, thought it amazed me how time goes fast. One moment you are trying to learn how to read and in the next you are standing there and cooking korma polao for a bunch of people.
Me and Deshi invited some of her close dorm friends for dinner, and I have to say. Dinner was a success! I must say I enjoyed the people a lot. Planning on going back there again.

So back to Stockholm and life has just been the same old, just a bunch of classes are starting next week and it's time to get hold of oneself. Still have the project to do, which I haven't still come up with a good idea. Isn't it fun, how you can find everything else to do at the moment of studies? I always remember of the tasks my mum asked me to do three days ago...

This week has been an hectic week all over the world, it actually scares me:

London: Drugs volunteer's 'living hell'
Paris: French student anger boils over
Bangladesh: Rab kills JMB bomber; his wife, 2 kids blown off **
100 injured in hartal clashes
USA & Iran: A new war?

**By reading the headlines you get the impression that RAB officers killed a innocent family. But when you read the whole story you got to know that it was actually the bomber who blew up his two sons and his wife. This is how misunderstanding starts and how media can easily manipulate the mind.

Mission: Coffee Addict

2006-03-07T02:22:00.000+01:00

For a time I have had this idea in my mind; to get myself an addiction. As far as I can remember I have never had a proper addiction. Yes, I have myself craving for ice cream now and then, does it make an addiction?
Anyway I want a proper one, like every other normal being in this world I'll get myself addicted to caffeine! I want to see the effects caffeine causes to my mind and body.
Why caffeine? Well first of all I think this is the most normal and safest addiction there are. Then for 2 years I avoided any caffeine products (except chocolates) just of the philosophy of not needing or being addicted to anything that my body isn't need of. Now it feels more like a challenge for me to drink as much as coffee as I want and more.
I already started of today with small doses as my body or my taste buds aren't used to the coffee. Which will hopefully lead to a insanity of caffeine inhalation during a period of time which I haven't decide yet. A month seems too short for an experiment like this. Anyway the purpose is to get myself addicted and just totally stop. The worse case in this scenario is that I don't get myself addicted or I do get myself addicted and can't stop.

Today's Dose
Caffeine Amount: About 5 dl Latte
Negative: Burnt my tongue and a small wanting of brushing teeth
Positive: A clearer mind?

Below is a text that I posted a year ago in my former Xanga, which makes me laugh. As it was all unnecessary, because I took a gap year! Anyway I need to admit that I missed on the Coke Cola. Read it and see if I've changed as a person and writer.

Black Coffee

So sitting here and drinking my first cup of coffee in 2 years. Two years ago this little girl had... no not promised but decided not to drink, eat and inhale any caffeine except the amount caffeine you get in chocolate. Two things a girl can not ever give up; diamonds and chocolate. Guys, don't as me why. It's just how things are, it's just the same thing to ask, why 1+1 is 2. Just learn to live with it. Anyway as I was saying, I stopped drinking coffee, tea, coke etc. So my drinking habits went all healthy; water, milk, green tea, sparkling water, juice and so on. Things I never thought existed (sorry, just having a fun of overdoing things as usual). So today I drink coffee, why? I feel so sleepy, but I have to be awake. The thing is the deadline for university application in Sweden is tomorrow or in 23 hours. And smarty pants look through everything, but couldn't decide on what to choose. So she waited and now when she wants to apply it's all stuck. The site is overloaded. Now I'm in major panic, I can do one thing, sit all night and wait till it works or I go to school and figure out something. Anyway I'm going to do both, stay up and then go to school. And the coffee tastes yuk. It's really strong and full of sugar, so bitter sweet.

Crappy days and sleepless nights...

2006-03-01T04:59:00.000+01:00

Usually in English movies and of course nowadays Hindi movies, you see people always drinking a series shots of tequila after having a very crappy day. They drown their grief in tones of brain and liver damaging alcohol, creating a more “happier” environment and ends up throwing their guts out, which in the morning leads to a major headache. But while drinking this “toxin” they for a moment always seem to forget about their problems, about their life.

In my case, while being a teenager and having those rough days, a “drink” would always sound so tempting and rebellious, just like in the movies… I’d use call my friends up, luring them to join with me. There we were, all access to everything, but in the last moment I’d always chicken out, actually I’d remember the promises I’d made myself… which I haven’t broken in any of the cases yet. So after 2 or 3 attempts, which I “fail” (actually wouldn’t like to put it that way) my friends and I seem to not even bother to talk about it.

So what do I do after a crappy day, while knowing a sleepless night to be awaited? Well I get myself a big glass of milk, a mouth full of any chocolate candy available and drown myself in “Grey’s Anatomy”, till my legs got numb and a much need of refill on the drink. Then I go back to my seat, down in the basement and manage to watch more episodes of the HOT series, which actually encouraged me to go for medical, knowing there will be men like Dr. Burk to lust for.

After 6 hours and 11 episodes, eyes stings and lack of brain power, I go up to my room finish the night by writing a post and then fall asleep and wish not to wake up the very next day and realise what a crappy day one had the day before.

Foreign ground or foreign feet?

2006-02-22T18:33:00.000+01:00

More feet

[Edit @ 23/2 02:05/]

Hope the concept of the photograph is as obvious to you as it is to me, though for some of you it’s not (won’t mention the names, but feel guilty). Anyway this is out of the concept though somehow related to the picture, it’s a text out of the book I just started to read and I found it funny.

Once when a new son-in-law of the family wrote him a letter beginning with the usual salutations Sricharaneshu (“To the Gracious Feet”), he replied to him as follows:

“My dear Naren, I do not know what it means to call the feet gracious. Neither do you. So, that is nonsense! Further, you have petitioned my feet, leaving me out altogether. You ought to know that my feet are a part of me and should not be looked up on you as a separate entity so long as they keep stuck to my person. Then again, this particular limb is neither my hands nor ears, and therefore to offer anything to it is quite fatuous. Finally, it is possible an expression of devotion on your part to use the respectful plural, for some quadrupeds are indeed objects of your worship, nevertheless I consider it my duty to dispel your ignorance of my proper zoological identity.”

Chaturanga, Rabindranath Tagore

Behold for my new fetish…

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Dedicate to myself...

2006-02-20T23:45:00.000+01:00

Everyone is on the go, of becoming something big. Earning tones of money, doing something good, have a good name.

I hate what our society has become, ego centred and materialistic. They don't satisfy with good anymore, everything has to be GREAT! Which makes it even more difficult for those who are OK... I don't know, I have a constant feeling of people underestimating me, just because I am not doing as I suppose to do; having the top grades, doing career, aiming for the top and more...
What is wrong of wanting less? And why is one always compared to others? Just because you are taking a different path doesn't mean that you are less smart, less talented? Does it?
Another thing I noticed, it's all about the external looks: humans, products... Actually everything . If the package looks good, then for sure it is the best thing out at the market, even if the substance stinks. Which reminds me of how much I hate the aunites who tend to categorize you from just a glance. They don't even take the time to talk to one.

I just wonder, would Allah judge you after your grades, your occupation or your wealth at the Day of Judgment?

Under construction

2006-02-17T13:23:00.000+01:00

Ok, so I've changed the pink. Though it was very tempting to have the pink for few more days, just for the fun of annoying a certain person. But then I couldn't bare the colour myself, not that pink isn't a nice colour... I just guess pink isn't me!

Well I like the base of my layout, though I find it too flat, so I guess during the weekend there will be some more changes... as in background and colour.

Complains from blogger!

2006-02-16T17:00:00.000+01:00

Wooh, I am finding my blog a drag. There should be some major changes as in the layout and in the writing.

I mean I started this blog with the thought of giving up after 2 months, which I did. But still I had some good topics and ideas in my mind to write about... but somehow I guess I lost myself in the dark days of autumn, I seriously should not blame the weather for my laziness, or should I?. And I guess after my "adventurous" trip from Bangladesh I should be in a fresh state of mind, but after all the thoughts and the flashbacks... I find my genius brain typing: bla, bla and more bla...!

I can't even find myself sharing my joyous memories. Either my brain somehow got smashed like banana purée (you know baby food) of all the rays I'd been exploring myself to? It must be the mobile phone! Seriously I've gotten myself stuck in a bad circle... Obviously I am not dwelling only over this blog, but about my creativeness...

Somehow I see myself as Adrian Mole, who couldn't find anything good to discuss about than the Norwegian Leather Industry even in his late 30s!!!

[Edit @ 17:36/]

So I've changed the layout to pink... I know I couldn't find anything better for now. So bare with me!!! And please don't go: "What's up with you girls and pink?"...
For those who do rise this question, I'd like to inform you that I do know some male that are fond of this particular colour and arecompletelyy hetro. So please respect my pink!

Ps. Green is my favourite colour!

[/End Edit]

Happy New Year...

2006-01-02T22:11:00.000+01:00

I guess I am too late for this... anyway I had a blast New Years Ave.. All the kids in Chandanpura, CTG, BD. collected money. And decorated the gate..

Oi.. my cousins going to sleep... me off!!

Movie: Aandhi

2005-12-23T22:38:00.000+01:00

Tum Aa Gaye Ho

Tum Aa Gaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai
Nahin To Charagon Se Lau Jaa Rahi Thi
Lata Jine Ki Tumse Vajah Mil Gai Hai
Ba Dii Bevajah Zindagi Jaa Rahi Thi
Tum Aa Gaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai

Kahan Se Chale Kahan Ke Liye
Ye Khabar Nahin Thi Magar
Koi Bhi Sira Jahan Ja Mila
Vahin Tum Miloge
Ke Ham Tak Tumhari Dua Aa Rahi Thi
Tum Aa Gaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai
Lata Nahin To Charaagon Se Lau Jaa Rahi Thi
Tum Aa Gaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai

Din Duba Nahin Raat Dubi Nahin
Jaane Kaisa Hai Safar
Khwaabon Ke Diye Aankhon Men Liye
Vahin Aa Rahe The
Jahan Se Tumhaari Sadaa Aa Rahi Thii
Tum Aa Gaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai Nahin
To Charagon Se Lau Ja Rahi Thi

2005-12-22T15:11:00.000+01:00

This makes me angry...

http://www.hvk.org/articles/0605/1.html

Waiting for the premier of...

2005-12-21T03:21:00.000+01:00

Adat, exactly what the song has become to me.

2005-12-14T11:53:00.000+01:00

I am obssesed!! I can't get enough of this song... Jal ROCKZ!

na jane kab se umeedein kuch baki haiiiin
mujhe phir bhi teri yaaad kiuu aatii haiiii..
najane kab seEeEeY

duur jitna bhi tu
mujhsee pass terey meinnn
ab to adat si hai mujhkoo
aise jiney mein

zindagi se koii shikhvaa hi naii haii
ab to zindaa hoon iss neeley asmaan meinn

chahat aisi haii yeh terii
barhti jayeee
ahat aisi hai yeh terii
mujhe ko stayee

yadein gehri hain itnii
dil doob jayee
aur ankhon mein yeh ghuum
num bun jayeeeab

ab to adat sii haii mujhkooo aise jeeneyy meinnn

sabhii rateein haiinn
sabhi baatein haiiiinnn
bhula doo unheiinn
mita doo unheiinnnnnn...

ab to adat si hai mujhkooooooo0o0o..

Red drip, drip

2005-12-09T13:44:00.000+01:00

I just signed myself up for donating blood, something says that my parents wont like it... umm... hmm...

2005-11-14T22:39:00.000+01:00

Soooo stressed and worried.. :(

AIM: To do the world a good place

2005-11-08T15:42:00.000+01:00

Nemi, a single goth chick makes her entrance every morning at the Swedish newspaper DN. A character made by the Norwegian comic strip illustrator Lise Myhre, who got F's on her math exampapers but A's for the drawings she made on the sides. Well, like her my note books are full of scribbles and drawings than solutions to equations... So in another attempt to study and I managed to de-devilize Nemi....

VS.

Sweets of Eid

2005-11-06T23:35:00.000+01:00

3 days of non-stop eating and enjoying ends here...

Stockholm ki Laddu made by Bhabi

Dont know the name.. but made by Bhabi

Boot'r Halwa made by Me, designed by Adiba

Shemai, the traditional sweet of Eid, by Mom

Dhoybora (yoghurt thingy) made by Mom

Gajorer (carrot) Halwa by Mom

Yet another dish I dont know the name of, made by Bhabi

And last Chocolate Cake for the babies, made by Me

2005-11-04T00:48:00.000+01:00

EID MUBARAK!

Autumn Love

2005-11-02T02:56:00.002+01:00

Everyone has their season, so have I. Mine is autumn, where I again and again fall in love. I fall in love with the cold air, with the play of the winds. The smell of wet grass, smell of fallen leaves...

The sight of beauty strikes my eyes where ever I place, rain drops cold as ice, clouds that hides the sun by day. The colours that gives warmth to your heart... All my love.

Whispers from north lures me, tells me unwritten tales. From the past and the coming future... Every year it leaves me spinning, with a tale unsaid. Three seasons I wait in agony for to hear that mystery tale.

I love all seasons, but Autumn is mine...

2005-10-31T01:49:00.000+01:00

A part of me died,
it has been dead for quite some time.
But now I finally end it.

There are no remorse,
I do not weep, I do not feel.

Once so precious,
but now a closed chapter.

It is buried,
but yet I am alive...
-B

Tick, tick...

2005-10-31T01:33:00.000+01:00

So Ramadan is soon over and what have I realised this month... I've realised that I am not a child anymore nor is dad young like he used to be.
First day of Ramadan, while me and my dad were sitting in the kitchen and eating sehri. It struck to me that my dad is really getting old.
Was it his sleepy eyes or was it his uncombed hair? I don't know, I was just astonished and scared at the same time of the thought. I barely could speak, just random scenes of the past, present and futures were playing in my head.
I always seen my dad as the most handsome dad in the entire world, well he still is. But now the wrinkles and his semi grey moustache makes me wish that I could stop time forever, need to invent a youth potion. Any clue of how to start?
I wonder has he seen himself in the very same sight as I've? How does he feel? It was/is hard for me to accept, I wonder how it is for him. Well I guess in 30 years I'll be in the same spot as him....

2005-10-28T21:57:00.000+02:00

Stiffly lying on the marble floor, with the open sky at reach.
Hear the traffic beneath, just another unchanged melody...
Glare of the playing lights, reflects upon me...

A sight full of beauty, still nothing to see.
My eyes continue further in search...
Heart's pounding, mind's aching...

What do I seek,
which is still unseen...

- S

2005-10-27T20:06:00.000+02:00

I'm sorry for the mess on my site... I'll fix it asp!

Make Poverty History

2005-10-27T01:58:00.000+02:00

Handmade Bangladeshi wristband
Special ActionAid MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY white band

Typical Me?

2005-10-26T16:16:00.000+02:00

Sometimes I tend to read too much inbetween the lines...

Planning for a vacation? Then I present you....

2005-10-26T02:20:00.000+02:00

MASALA CRUISES

Woow, I didn't know that cruises like this existed! Pretty interesting, now just imagine a ship full of Bangalis....................... *gulp*

Will You Remember -The Cranberries

2005-10-25T03:24:00.000+02:00

Will you remember the dress I wore?
Will you remember my face?
Will you remember the lipstick I wore?
This world is a wonderful place

Will you remember the black limousine?
Will you remember champagne?
Will you remember the things that we've seen?
I will return here again

Will you remember the flowers in my hand?
Will you remember my hair?
Will you remember the future we planned?
The world is not waiting out there

I won't remember the dress I wore
I won't remember champagne
I won't remember the things that we swore
I will just love you in vain

Will you remember?
Will you recall?

Analyze of the previous post

2005-10-24T02:50:00.000+02:00

1. Are you a friendly internet user, that doesn't do any nasty or illegal things over the net? (WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?!) But always somehow your PC seems to get into major SH*T...?? ( Yeh, guess I aint a pretty lady after all) Then look over here!!

2. The solutions to all your PC problems, yes all...
3. An external drive and a pirated bootable OS CD!

4. What?!!! Oh you are waiting for me to tell you how this works, eh?? Well that's on the next tutorial...

5. Now where do you think you're going?! Aaaaa... You thought this was for free?? Oh no...! You owe me $10!! And next time it wont be this cheap at all!! (yes I am being nice..)

6. Come again!

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I don't know if you got the point about the previous post, probably thought that I was nutty, which I believed I sounded... but actually it's not that mad if you get the point of the post. Let me start explaining:

This is what you come a cross everyday when you go to proper sites to search help for your PC.

1. The Famous Guilt trip
First it starts with showing remorse for your situation. They so understand you, but suddenly in a polite way they always manage to make you sound like a total dumbass by repeating again and again your problems and it's your fault that you miss use the PC. Then they always have to do the stunt of "I know better than you... Dumbass!"

2. The Divine Solutions
This is what lures you to the site at the first place, by giving you the expression of that they can help you in everything! All your problems will be solved just click into the site...

3. The Solutions At last
Nothing you already didn't know from before, if not they just managed to confused you even more! The upside about the whole thing is that you get to learn new phrases and words.

4. The Reason You're Still At the Site
Well in the end of the page, there always something that says, "Oh wait there is more... just click on THIS!!"

5. The Thing That Makes You Run
Suddenly you come to a whole different site, showing the icons of Visa card, Master Card, etc etc... asks for your credit card number! Well they are nice, they are giving you a 5% of $50 discount at the first month! Well aren't they cute?!

6. The Old Asian Mans Grin
So when you leave the site there always those pop up windows stalking you... This mostly reminds you of the Chinese/Indian man from the Asian grocery store nearby you, the fake smile... But actually a several amount of censured words are playing in his head like a cassette recorder.

Look over here! Yes, YOU!!

2005-10-22T11:46:00.000+02:00

Are you a friendly internet user, that doesn't do any nasty or illegal things over the net? (WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?!) But always somehow your PC seems to get into major SH*T...?? ( Yeh, guess I aint a pretty lady after all) Then look over here!!

The solutions to all your PC problems, yes all...
An external drive and a pirated bootable OS CD!

What?!!! Oh you are waiting for me to tell you how this works, eh?? Well that's on the next tutorial...

Now where do you think you're going?! Aaaaa... You thought this was for free?? Oh no...! You owe me $10!! And next time it wont be this cheap at all!! (yes I am being nice..)

Come Again!
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Now lets see if there are any smart dude that can analyze the text above.

Virtual Honesty Needed!

2005-10-21T02:29:00.000+02:00

By any chance do you guys recognize this? OK, I have to admit once upon a time I was a bit like "Julie", then have to admit that I've gotten a lot of great friends over the net. But as expected had to experience the bitter sweet caramel too...
All this makes me think how serious should we take our net friends?
Is it OK to lie over the net, just as long as you are honest in real life? After all it is virtual, you are never going to see them, right?
I've always appreciated good amount of honesty as it's obvious for myself to be honest. Well, yes I may have started conversation with small lies as in where I live and my name but in the end I always tend to tell.
Now it's really easy to play a hot shot over the net as the other person doesn't know you at all, so you can make up just about anything. Besides who are you harming?
Still what about self respect? Shouldn't one have that in all terms, not only respect to oneself even to others? After all how virtual you might say it is, they are still human fingers that are typing the text.
Now innocent flirting has always been fun, and the net is a big place for it! Trust me, I myself tend to flirt a bit once in a while *blush*, but what's the limit? Is it OK to flirt with people on the net and still have a relation in real life? Or is it seen as two-timing? The very same question but presume that you are calling those HOT-numbers where a girl meets boy and like wise instead of the net. Then wouldn't that be seen as two-timing? Yes, I think most of you agrees with me in this case. So what makes it difference from two-timing in net or in real life? None! Both are equally disgusting!
If you call someone your friend whether it's virtual or real life one... You should give the same amount of respect and honesty as a friend should deserve, otherwise there is no meaning in calling them friends. So once again, how serious should we take our net friends? Just as serious you take a human being in your ordinary life. As it is ones thoughts and emotions you read... Those are the two most sacred things a human being has. And not taking them serious is as equal to being brain dead! And besides people who meet on the net gets even married nowadays, so why shouldn't we take each other serious!!!

It's not only how you live your life in the real world that counts, it's how you live it in all the worlds!

I, in different colours...

2005-10-20T20:33:00.000+02:00

I've always been fascinated of Andy Warhol's work... Specially the Marilyn Monroe piece. Though her face is too commercial and the piece is worldwide known. But still I can't help myself from getting hypnotised. Is it her face or the colours, or maybe the shades? Well who cares, just as long as I like it!!
So as you see I was inspired to do my version of Warhol, though it didn't turned out to be super still in a weird way it presented ME. I am a person with different faces, or as I prefer the Bangali word "rup" which the colours stand for. And if you unite them together, there you have me. A single person with plural faces. Then again I think that it stands for every human being. Maybe that's why it's so fascinating...

So here comes the intro...

2005-10-20T03:34:00.000+02:00

Last night I got this adrenalin kick, though hardly couldn't keep my eyes open still I was stubborn to finish the layout... Though knowing that I might not finish on time as my dad would knock at my door precise at 4:30 am as he always have this Ramadan month, well lets say if he had seen my awake then it wouldn't have been a pleasant Sehri. So anyway it was me against time... :-P Well I know I could have continued next morning, but hey I was at a go.. Can't stop at middle of everything. Anyway the layout wasn't that hard to make as most of it is copied from another layout as you see... Just rearranged it in Photoshop and it was fun playing with the codes. I guess I'm getting good at this.
I just wish I hadn't drop my webdesign course after all, though Sergio scared me to boredom after talking 3 hours straight only about how to approach the viewers. Well I guess I'm on my own of exploring things... Well the hardest part was the touchpad, had and still have cramp in my fingers... Need a mouse!

So why am I here... Well as some of you know I used have Xanga, 3 years of Xanga is too much xanga. Well I know Bini you don't agree... But I feel that Xanga is full of brats, at least here I wont be bother to competing with my writings or my layouts... And Guju S, you may call me a traitor (I know you are reading this) but I've just out grown Xanga and so have you (so shut up!)... And I just made it easier for you to comment here (don't flatter yourself)... Actually I made it easy for everyone... Though the negative part is that I don't have the protected post facility here. Still it doesn't bother me as I'm not planning to be as intimate as I was in Xanga... I need a blog were I can share my visions, thoughts and ideas... We'll see how long this blog lasts, I bet 2 months!

Shakia's spot

Time machine back to the medieval :)

Belly full of cupcakes.

*Blurp Blurp*

Garberas are my favourite

Red brick wall be gone.

This happens quite often at our home.

While sitting in my room, going through pictures on facebook, thinking no one will disturb me and suddenly...

8:42pm

Adiba

8:42pm

Me

8:44pm

Adiba

A Favourite Poem of Mine

03:28 am - The world outside looks like a sepia-toned photography...

"...And now my daylight thoughts Are as tangled as my black hair."

Destination - Apu's Biye

Is there hope?

When life takes a U-turn...

Jodi abar choto hote partam.

In need of a tiny person!

As old as you decide to be

I'll never go shopping again!

The life of Shakia Khan

Am I IN or OUT?!

Jumping from the nest, will I be able to fly?

Introducing new bloggers

I am my own island!

The story of my first mp3...

Making of my will

Shakia

Ode to my Old Xanga account: Sifar

I would do anything..

Suheir Hammad - Def Poetry

3:07 am

O.C. a cure for insomnia?!

The way I am...

What a Mess!

The Story of L key

Starting of Adrian Mole and the Weapons if Mass Destruction by Sue Townsend

**Days before Exam

The Boatman - Nitin Shawney :: Human

Why I love my friends!

Victory to TIGERS! Grrrrr!

Healthy life costs!

Up, up, up!

Under Construction!

Friday the 13th

Ramadan Mubarak!

Night of Laylatul Baraat..

A secret hobby to be revealed...

Invitation & Program schedule

Blood phobia?

Chokher Aloi Dekhechilem Chokher Bahire

Monsoon in Sweden

Follow the link!

RE: When frustration knocks the door...

When frustration knocks the door...

Confession

BLANK

Men's Room

Seeing Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code..

Comeback? Not yet...

Online Painting

Writing...

Who said TV was rubbish?

Seasons beginning

General

Mission: Coffee Addict

Crappy days and sleepless nights...

Foreign ground or foreign feet?

Dedicate to myself...

Under construction

Complains from blogger!

Happy New Year...

Movie: Aandhi

Waiting for the premier of...

Adat, exactly what the song has become to me.

Red *drip, drip*

Blurp Blurp

Red drip, drip