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A new year... with new resolutions and a new blog...While I shall preserve my rambled thoughts here, I shall be posting further at The Black BookThis blog has seen a lot of ups and downs in my life. Friendships found and lost... people who walked in my life and left an impression on me. Whether that impression was a good one or something that left a bad taste in the mouth, it was always an

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Sanna came back! Woohoo! Joy to the world of mine that is complete yet again! :DAs a 'welcome home' celebration, we decided to hit Planet X for a night of laughs and wits with Sami Shah, Saad, and Danish. The stand up comedy show titled '3-4-5 :: 3 comedians, 4 nights, 5 shows' was amazing. Had a great time there! Read my review of the show hereWent to the (finally opened) Gun Smoke Takery to

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Yes. That is what happens to me when I play a cricket match after 6-7 months! I have told the good old folks are NCR time and again that we need to practice regularly. You can't just get out of bed one fine day and expect to do 100 percent all the time! Especially when you are the wicket keeper! All the sitting and getting up and crouching makes my legs feel like logs. Oh and let's not forget the

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I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange voice. It took me a few seconds to register where I was and what the time was...In my bed... 3 am!It was dark and it was completely quiet. I held my breath and listened hard for that noise again. I didnt have to wait too long...MEOW!Oh... the cat! aka Sugar!Sugar was sitting on the bed.... looking at me... meowing! I sat up. For about a minute, we

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Highlight of the Day! I'm getting this Persian Kitten for Sanna. Ssshhhh... it is a surprise and I bet she is gonna go CRRRRAAAZZZZZY about it ;)This is what it looks like:

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Something tells me that it is going to be a long day at work today. I have lots of work on my platter to occupy me till probably 6-7 pm tonight. All of us are looking forward to the days when the work load would ease up considerably since we have been putting in weekends for the past two months or so to keep up with the ever increasing and stupendous work load that is being sent forth from the

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This month marks the first anniversary of my blog. I started writing in Oct 2005 and it amazes me how I have managed to keep so consistent at it! Hats off to you Fauzan Sohail. This blog has seen a fair deal of happiness and pain... if you read between the lines, you can see the joy, the betrayels, the agony, and the victories that I have experienced. I may not have been completely direct about

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If there is any thing that I have learned the most (so far) after getting hitched, it has to be the sense of companionship that Sanna brings to our relationship. She's amazing at that... no wait... she's a perfectionist at that in fact. It is not even that we try hard to keep each other interested. It has come naturally to us and its an amazing connection. I could not have found a better

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Married... Gained a bit of weight (as if that could have been avoided anyways)... Shifted houses... ...The list is endless, believe you me! My last entry in this blog was sometime on July 10... a little over 3 months ago. WOW... time flies. I'll take for granted the excuse that getting married and being married is not a 9-5 job. It's a 24/7, 365 days a year commitment! For those of you have not

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Monday mornings can be such a drag I swear! You have just come back from a weekend and your mind is not tuned enough to take on the rigorous routine of the five long days ahead of you. I guess it has got more to do with the mental acceptance than the physical. My mind’s howling and crying like a toddler on his first day at school, “But I don’t want to go!” Get your act together Fauzan Sohail, you

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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question: "What kind of man are you looking for?" She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?" Reluctantly, he said, "Yes." She began to expound... "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own

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This song by The RISING has been on my play-it-all-the-time list for a while now! Faizan, Arfu, Junaid, Sohail... you guys rock! Great effort. Do download the song HERE and see what I mean. These people will be super stars in coming times if they continue this way! *...*mujh mein hi hai rangoon ki kami yeh zindagi andheiroon mein gum rahi kal ke nishaan aaj mein jamm gaye mere qadam kuch yunhi

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At times, you find the most bizzare things at the oddest places. Just a few weeks ago, me and Sanna (my fiance) were dining at Cafe Zouk in Lahore and the bottle of Perrier Water on our table seemed a bit fishy considering the image on the cover. See for your selves:Well imagine our surprise when we got a bit curious and decided to investigate this a bit further…For OBVIOUS reasons… I am not

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Yes, let's keep it short and simple for a change: >>> Event went great! A resounding success and has ended in me craving for more ventures in the near future. Watch this space!>>> WeCite Magazine will not be publishing the July Editorial due to some significant timelines and commitments. We shall be bring forth the next issue in August now. >>> It has been raining for three consecutive nights in

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Gonna get this baby in a day or two. What say you?

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Security :: CHECKInvite Cards :: CHECKEvent Guest List :: CHECKCatering and Carpeting :: CHECKSponsorship Deals :: CHECKBand Managers' Liason :: CHECKVenue Management :: CHECK All hands down... clock's ticking... June 24 is ready to Xplode with WeCite ENTERTAINMENT's first ever venture in the entertainment business and I intend to make it a HUGE pomp and show affair! The event itself and then the

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“I have no qualms about showing skin on the telly when I’m VJ-ing and it’s my choice totally. It’s very hot in this city! The more clothes you wear, the more the chances of skin allergies... and extremely sensitive skin I have!”Rubiya Chaudhry [Interview to Daily Times - Sunday] *...*hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! That is probably one of the most absurd excuses for flashing your goodies in front

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... I'm alone in my room and the sweet smell of your hair comes rushing over to knock over my senses......I'm having lunch/dinner with some one but my mind keeps going back to all the times we wined and dined together......I'm trying to be a clown but no one laughs from the heart as you do on my jokes...

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Managing a website... and on top of that... an event takes a lot outta you. Especially if it's your first time at event management. But it's going great! We had to reschedule to June 24 from the previously decided date (June 17) due to the IM awards but it has actually helped us by giving us more time to be better prepared. Anxiously looking forward to a rocking night! Life's been all good

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It's a beautiful day today... cloudy, a bit windy and relatively cooler than the hot and humid Islamabad that was last night. Thank God for that. Some how, I have never been able to relate humidity and heat waves with Islamabad. To me, Islamabad has always been the 'cool spot' (temprature wise of course) because it is surrounded by mountains and close to the hill station Murree. Hmmm I know I

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It's been so busy lately man! Work... Work... and more work. Seems like the only reason I go home these days is to have dinner and sleep! As my mom most conveniently puts it: "Ghar ko hotel banna liya hai aap ne!" *sigh* if only she'd understand that it's merely out of official commitments and not my decision per say. Mommies will be mommies. Any howz, had a blast this last weekend. Ammar's party

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The clock is ticking! ;) www.wecite.net

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It has been a while since I posted here and Rohit has been 'grrrr-ing' so much about it that even I'm begining to feel uneasy in my seat! Truth is I have been so busy with work and personal commitments that I couldn't find the time or that ideal frame of mind to write in here. I once said a long time back that I write not regularly but when I am in the mood for it. Besides, WeCite has taken a lot

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The first issue is up and alive! Check it out today at http://www.wecite.net Enjoy!

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Gooooooooooooooooooood morning world!In case you fine folks are wondering how come im so chirpy today, it is because WeCite is almost ready for its grand opening! Yes, the e-mag that I have been yapping about aka my baby is gonna be gracing the world wide web on April 1! How ironical that the launch is set for April Fool's day. No wonder many have come around and told me that WeCite is nothing

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This is a picture of what I see with my eyes closed... It changes constantly, yet only for me. It has, hidden in it, emotions and feelings, people and places, the past and the future, and what I cherish most: my fantasies and my ambitions. It is a picture of nothing at all, yet not of emptiness. It is a super position of so many pictures of so many colors and of so many shades that it seems one.

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Dedicated to some one special! ----------------------------------------------------------------------Peel a sweet, encased, preserved; pickled onion.Skin by silvery skin, slowly tenderising the cocooned heart.Exposing elements unknown to its minuscule existence.You’ll get the taste of my young and pure heart.After I have heard your velvet-vodka voice.Slice a strong spring onion, encircle by

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My head feels woozy! Must be the lack of sleep on my end. Ugh... Isloo is so God damn chilly still. Add to that my cold and cough and we got all the ingredients needed to be miserable. I swear, this whole business of a blocked nose and croaking voice is terrible. If I could, I would probably live in a bubble suit my entire life! Wait... is that even possible? *confoozled* My blocked nose is

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March has almost ended.April... May... June... July... August! Only 5 months to go till some one becomes Mrs. Fauzan Sohail.Nervous, excited, anxious, curious, scared, clueless... yes, I am all of that and a lot more at the moment. I'm a first timer you see and to me the entire hoodalum of getting married and the life after seems the same as when you look down in to the deep dark sea from aboard

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It starts... with a sensation... faint but very much there... some where inside you. It makes you smile, the sort of smile that comes out on its own when you are sitting by a warm fire, with good coffee and an equally better book in your hand while it is raining or snowing outside. It's the smile of satisfaction and comfort. You know you got something that no one else has, atleast not the people

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"WeCite - Coming Soon To A Site Near You!"Hey "WeCite - Coming Soon To A Site Near You!"Who is this?If YoU WaNNa KnOw I dOnT WaNnA LeT Go!! SaY It ISntTrUE.Hmmm?If YoU WaNNa KnOw I dOnT WaNnA LeT Go!! SaY It ISntTrUE.So now you don’t know me? "WeCite - Coming Soon To A Site Near You!"Your email addy reads Ali Raza and the hotmail domain is .co.uk "WeCite - Coming Soon To A Site Near You!"So

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If I had decided to post after just 3 more days... it would have been one complete month since I last made an entry in my blog. Nevertheless, this itself has been, by far, the longest gap there has been. For those who missed me, *hug* sorry about the delay but 'somethings' came up. For those who didn't even know I was A.W.O.L ... grrrrr !!!Work's been a bitch but that's normal ain't it? You do

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Q. What is WeCite?WeCite is the name of an E-Zine that is in the making right now. Unlike so many websites popping all around focusing on music alone, WeCite is an attempt to present a full fledge, diverse, and global perspective on issues ranging from political, religious, social, geographical, and entertainment. We are looking for YOU if you have a passion for writing and are bold enough to

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Firstly... I'm so proud that my wecite.blogspot.com is the first search result on google.com! *big smile* woohoo! Yes yes, i know its got nothing to do with popularity ratings but still... not bad... not bad at all! In times to come, I'll prolly be moving it to a website of its own... in time. As for now... all i gotta say is... I lub ju google :-D *mwahz* Check the snapshot:Ah the weather is

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Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you ... May you have loads more and may each be a more blessed one than the last! Take Cares and be happy... where ever you are. love, /Fuzz

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A long while back... many of us came up with an idea to launch an online web mag by the name of WeCite. The domain was bought... designs and templates for the site were discussed... it's content and its team of editors, writers, correspondents, and what not. We were all so enthusiastic and geared up to make it happen... and to make it HUGE...Then it all fell apart...Personal problems,

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We all guys and gurls from work went to Pizza Hut today for lunch and this is what we got ;)

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Good morning and a very happy St Valentine's Day to all you people out there who are in luurvveee!!If the ones you love are close to you, hug them, cherish them, tell them how much they mean to to you, and feel lucky that you are one of the few who can have their lovers beside them. Not many in this world are that blessed when it comes to the matters of the heart you know. :) However, it also

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I talk random... even though there are several aspects and trends in my life that I have gained, learned, dropped, discarded, adopted, created or what have you... random talking is some thing that I have been doing forver. This is what I do and what I do best I suppose. First of all... the ODI cricket match between India and Pak at Rawalpindi... Well Well Well... what a day it was yesterday! Left

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Back after two days off from work (religious holidays here in the country) and looking forward to the weekend starting tomorrow! Weeks like these are a rarity no doubt! *sigh*I'm going to the India/Pak clash at the Rawalpindi Cricket stadium tomorrow. Should be fun. Owing to the rowdy pindi crowds that we have heard so much about, we're making sure we get there some 2 hrs early so as to beat the

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Get this... I get a call from this friend of mine who got married last year in November. Before I pick his call I glance at the clock only to grumble that the schmuck is pestering me at 3 am! I mean, the guy's got a wifey now! What the hell... ? me: hello ?bilal: hey fuzz, were you asleep?me: of course i was bilal! whats up?bilal: dude i think mahrukh is pregnant!*mahrukh is his wife by the way*

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There are five stages of grief:Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Not everyone goes through them in the same order but these are the classic responses to bad news. Modern theory however says that these stages are just the start of the grieving process. The acronym TEAR summarises the latest definition of the mourning period. The stages are: To accept the reality of the loss,

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It was a raging battle on the streets of Islamabad for people trying to get to their destinations... be it home or else where! All the kudos and gratitude for one of the most intense and countless traffic jams in the history of this city goes to Saudi King Abdullah Bin Abdul Aziz who is visiting Pakistan on a two day trip! While him and uncle Musharraf were busy scooting the glazing roads and

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Seems like a buzzing week lately! Flying by as I speak... which is actually a good thing! I've started working out! Yes... as unbelievable as it sounds... it is true. I jogged for a good 20 mins till my legs felt like lead and my lungs burned. It was a good feeling! Just gotta keep going back to it now. No breaks! Take it slow but keep at it. I need to nip my physique in the bud because power

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I have returned after 5 days to update my blog with yet more useless stuff... *sigh* (I have no idea why im sighing if you are curious. So let's just move on shall we?)I hate Mondays. For the simple fact that they are the first working day of the week. A time when are JUST accustomed to waking up late in the mornings and BAM... monday hits u like a jack hammer! I so did not wanna come to work

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I got seriously late for work today... no one's fault but my own! You close the alarm with dreamy eyes and lie in your bed... eyes closed... awake... making up your mind to get out of the warm and comfy haven... out into the cold. Sleep is seducing you... 'just 5 mins... wont hurt would it? Its 5 mins only...'before u know it, u've over slept half hour! Thank goodness the office secretary is a

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Here's my part on the tag I got from my new blogger mate icyblue***The 8 Things Tag***The rules of the game are:1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.2. Need to mention the sex of the target.3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.Sex

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I had said I would be brave,not a tear would I shed...but sleepless nights I have cried,as if my world had drowned...but the days still come... and time lumbers onthe birds still sing... and life bustles on...It's been a quiet day... last night was sleepless... for some odd reason, I could not sleep. Kept tossing in turning till 3 am. Million thoughts running through... this and that... them and

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Dedicated to my friend Haroon, who committed suicide recently after the tragic loss of his fiance, Arzu, earlier this year...Note: The chorus in these rhymes is an actual message that he wrote down on a card for her 24th birthday. ------he's sitting in his room staring at her pictureevery brain wave in his head seems to depict her'out of sight is out of mind... fuck it... that thought ain't

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I got to know this morning that some one I know really closely has a sister and brother in law who were seriously injured in the stampede in Saudi Arabia that killed more than 350 muslim pilgrims a few days ago... They are in some hospital out there in a critical condition...I don't know the sister or the brother in law... but I know they were praying for me and my friends during my hard times...

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I'm sitting in office... there is complete silence all around me except for the constant and faint hum of the powerful heating units that keep this massive building and its inhabitants warm and comfortable. I have been staring at this computer screen far too long and my eyes are a little watery now... it happens when you stare at some thing for too long without blinking...I still don't know

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What do you say to a friend who gave up on the most precious thing one can ever be blessed with?His life!I don't know whether to grieve or to punch walls with anger. This is fucked up... this is just unbelievable... first arzu and now haroon. Why did you have to do this to yourself? I know you loved her... and I know it tore you apart that she will not be there any more but did you not think of

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The entire day has gone past within the blink of an eye... and yet it has brought with it... immense pain... countless tears... and infinite memories. Haroon is losing it... He still refuses to come out of his room or to eat or drink any thing... didn't even attend the funeral. He told me in whispers as he stared hard at the carpet that he is scared to see her face again. It breaks my heart... to

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A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I've saw your pretty face A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same But all the miles had separate They disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby but your

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I AGREE whole heartedly with you fuzz. Don't let these maniacs pull you down. Live life the way YOU want to live it. You get to have it only once any ways!10/30/2005Hilarious!! Hahaha10/31/2005Thank goodness i read this when i was no fasting!!! Burger king still rules fuzz :~p10/31/2005Amen :~)11/02/2005Beautiful thoughts of an equally beautiful mind Fauzan :~)11/04/2005Naughty Naughty Naughty!!

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Once upon a time... there was a girl... her name was Arzu and she vowed from day one to live according to her name... like a dream. She smiled with me... she laughed with me... she cried when I broke down like a child... and she was the only one at times who took myside when my entire world went against me and what I did. Blind faith... staunch faith... that is what she had in me. Then there was

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My song of the moment...We're not indestructible,Baby better get that straight.I think it's unbelieveable,How you give into the hands of fate.Some things are worth fighting for,some feelings never die.I'm not asking for another chance,I just wanna know why.There's no easy way out, There's no shortcut home.There's no easy way out,Giving in can't be wrong.I don't wanna pacify you,I don't wanna drag

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It amuses me how some times people come up to me... concerned... worried... sympathetic. You think you know me?You think you can understand me?WRONG. I don't need to be understood... I don't need no shoulders to cry on. I can do all that myself... on my own. I can do a lot better without these fucking social obligations... these lies... these whispers... these taunts. When I needed people to

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Read this article just a while ago... brings a smile to my face... some places they mentioned in here... been there... done that. Sour grapes for the writer? Oh well... who cares. Live it up you all. Enjoy reading. ----------------------------------Working in a place such as Sunday you’d think I’d have become immune to the pseudo sensibility shockers that are the barrage of party pictures we view

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I picked up a fight with some one on the road today... because I was pissed at the entire world. He would not give me way on the road... busy talking on his cell phone... completely aloof to my car's horn or the ever flashing head lights. I came hard from the other side and edged his car slightly with my own... at high speed... it shook him out of his slumber... blood shot eyes... he was shouting

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Sometimes... you get used to seeing some one win so much... that once they fall back a little... or don't achieve what they had strived for... it hurts and it shakes you up. Some thing like that has happened lately... and for some odd reason... I can't help but think that this... was because of me...I don't know... maybe it is... maybe it isn't. But I don't have it in me to go and ask some one

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Have you ever... felt so tired for doing a thing for so longthat was so wrong but you had no choice but to go alongtill each day became a battle on its ownand you felt so alone... always fenced in your zoneface like stone... not letting feelings pass or letting them last... beyond a sigh or a gasp?Did you ever... sit in a room in complete darknessand let your conscience taunt you in its sheer

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yeh hai meri kahani... khamosh zindigani...sannata keh raha hai...kyun zulm seh raha hai... aik dastaan purani...tanhai ki zubani... her zakham khill raha hai...kuch mujh say keh raha hai...chubtay kantay yadoon kay... daaman say chunta hoon...girti deewaron kay ...aanchal mai zinda hoon...bass yeh meri kahani...bay-nishaan nishaani...aik derr beh raha hai... kuch mujh say keh raha hai... chubtay

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Let me start with the warmest of wishes for the new year to all who are reading these lines right now. Yes, that means YOU =) May this year be million times better than your last and bring you all that you strive for in life. Now... since we are done with the formalities... let's get down to business shall we. It has been a while since I have put up any 'meanigful' entries in here. Reasons are

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It's a heavy day... probably one of the heaviest. Just returned from the funeral... he was only 19... he was to grow old and see his grand children play infront of him. He was to bury his mother and his father... it was not suppose to be the opposite... it should never be the opposite. No parent should go through the torture and the agony of placing their child in his/her final resting place.

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Back in the days of hay when things looked so goodI never thought it could ... I never knew it wouldgo so bad... make life so sad that now there's nothing left but an empty pathto follow... into nothingness and with no u-turns in sightand inspite.. of all the courage I show it ignitesin my heart... in my mind... in these eyes... i see these liesthat i spit out daily as i tread through these

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Ok... to begin with... I would like you all to read this particular post by Deb titled When Santa Runs Out of Prozac. It is hilarious and makes you wonder what would the faces of all those children looked like if Santa turned out to be the way he is in this post. Read on yourself =) It's been a while... my excuse? I have been busy. Too busy to even open up my blog and check for comments. So if

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Knowing a little too much is some times not the best of things I swear!Subject Matter Experts (SME) gotta be experts in one subject at a go... NOT TWO! Jesus! Considering that I have been trained in Sunopsis... I have been re-assigned to DHL project instead of Proximus! Brilliant. Czech Repulic trips?... urgh!

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I know I have been absent for a few days now... although to those who read here... it's nothing more than just a scroll up or down. Been a little occoupied with family matters... serious matters... still am. Let's just say, we all have our fingers crossed that things get fine in times to come. However, this particular post is about some thing and some one else. It's about a friend... who just

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Time for yet another tag. Read this one on Asma's Blogs10. F.a.v.o.r.i.t.e.sFavorite Season: SummersFavorite Sport: CricketFavorite Time: Late nightsFavorite Month: December (obvious reasons)Favorite Actor: ME! :p kidding... Matt DamonFavorite Actress: Too many!Favorite Ice Cream: Magnum 7 Deadly Sins and Häagen-DazsFavorite Food: Chinese, Sea FoodFavorite Drink: Absolute ;)Favorite Place: Dubai!

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Skipped work today.... freakin' Subway sandwiches... down with fever and severe nausea... feeling pretty weak so I've been hooked up with an I.V! Did I ever mention that I hate needles! They don't scare me... but at the same time... the thought of a foreign object piercing my skin is just uncomfy! Feel like shit... Look like shit... Thinking like shit... Here's a song that best describes my mood

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[continued from Reflections... ]The night has come... I sit at my desk...with eyes closed... awake... staring at the white sheet of paper infront of me... my writing's just begun... the nib stands naked... waiting to be taken and used... or abused... the cap had been flung a while back leaving it exposed. Slowly, the pen descends upon the page... like God's divine word or a virgin's sweet kiss.

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If you watch the images from your seat in front of the computer,Mr.Angry is on the left, and Mrs.Calm is on the right.Get up and move back about eight feet!! See it again.They switch places!! =)

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It's cold... and it's raining... raindrops trickling down the window-panes, like little glassy snakes... leaving behind a faint trail... to be crossed over or refreshed by those to follow... You sit by the window... cuddled in a blanket... a mug of hot coffee in your hands... its warmth is so soothing... so comforting. You don't feel cold, you don't feel uncomfortable... The hot mug warming your

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The caption on this T ... suits me oh so well !!!! hehe :pThe funky design on my office wall !!! Gonna have a wall in my bedroom painted that soon!

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Got this piece in my inbox a while ago... written by a friend of a friend... some thing about it is just genuinely heart felt so I wanted to share it here. --------------------------------------------------------------------When tomorrow starts without meAnd I'm not there to see,If the sun should rise and find your eyesAll filled with tears for me;I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did

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Found this on Bina Shah's and Asma's blog and decided to join in the chain. If you are interested, you can post your answers in your blog and put a link in comments here and I'll add your name in the Tag list too. The more the merrier! :) Happy Reading. --------------------------------------------------------.p . e . r . s . o . n . a . l . s .-name: Fauzan Sohail-single or taken: Taken :)-sex:

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Happy birthday Fauzan... welcome to your life's 25th year milestone. You have come a long way.... learned so much... seen so much... felt so much. Along this path, there have been tears and smiles, successes and losses, people have come and gone and left a lasting impression on you, things have changed... some slowly... some within the blink of an eye, life has been grey and life has been colored

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It so happened that during a break at my office it hit me (for reasons still unknown) to see how many results come up if I search for my nick name "Fuzzy". So there I was, typing FUZZY on google.com and what do you know... about 25,100,000 results for the word fuzzy! HA! Dayem I never knew! So with little time that I had, I checked out some of the results... pretty interesting finds I must say...

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Some one I know is in for a major surgery today as we speak. If any one is reading this, please pray for her speedy recovery. It would be much appreciated. Thank you. :)

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How many can you relate to? --------------------------------------------------------------------------• All sunshine, makes a desert.• Conscience is the little thing that tells you someone is sure to find out (1).• What really matters is what happens within us, not to us (2).• Speech is the gift of all, but the thought of few (3).• Those who talk much, say nothing. In quietness and confidence

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A lot of people ask me every day, "What you gonna do for your 25th birthday this year?"I smile and reply, "Work" Something I don't have to but I choose to do. It's just one of those events that you don't feel like celebrating sometimes. I could throw a very convenient and typical excuse such as 'im not a kid any more' but lol... who am I kidding? For someone like me who is a party animal, that

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Interesting events have happened lately. I got slapped! Well not literally but through some powerful and evil words. I know they were just words... but if only we know the true power of words and their effects on people! So yea, I got slapped and between you and me, that wasn't the first time! LOL... infact, with a certain 'situation from my past', I have become so accustomed to being nothing but

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Five general knowledge pointers about Fauzan: D.O.B: Dec 9, 1980, Eldest son, His name is an ancient Arabic word that means 'A Great Achievement', Has one younger brother and no sisters, Eats like a pig (or so it is rumored! hmmm!). His Five most popular nicknames: Alci Pig, Fuzz, Fuzzy, Fuzzball, Fuzzy Wuzzy. Five personality traits that best describe Fauzan: Pragmatic, Sensitive, Funny, Bold,

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I got just one word that defines my life at the moment! PROXIMUS!For those who do not know what I am talking about (which would be quite a few I presume), PROXIMUS is the name for Belgium Communications aka BelgaCOM. As one of their Data Warehouse Consultants, my job has been to analyze, present, propose, and finally have the changes implemented in their core systems. So yes, since the year end

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OMG! ARGGHHHHH!*runs out of the room screaming*

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How can you tell when some one is really happy? Is it the radiance on the faces?The excitement in the voice?The smile or a laugh from the heart?The look of satisfaction and bliss?Is it what they say to you or how they say it?Is it through those 'tears of joy'?So many emotions... so many thoughts... so many words... all relaying a message. They all give a signal... all have a motive. They all

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WOOHOO! *cart-wheels all arond the Blogger.com website**throws confetti in the air**pops open a bottle of champagne*First 100 comments!*walks around with smile big enough for any one to safely assume that fuzz has a hanger stuck in his face* :pAiite I know it's no big deal but HA... knowing me, I just need an excuse to P-A-R-T-Yyyyyyy! ;)It's been almost a month and a half since I decided to

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The first step toward getting somewhere or anywhere... is to decide that you're not going to stay where you are any more. Never forget that you on your own are a product of your environment so choose an environment that will best develop you toward your goals. Once you have done that, only then can you analyze your life in terms of your environment. Talk to your self. Let the 'YOU' inside speak.

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Let's see... last entry was Nov 22... damn oh damn! Not that I get paid to blog on a daily basis but still... I made it a point to keep 'pouring' in here and lately, there have been too many distractions and issues at hand that are keeping me from doing just that. My weekend was spent traveling down south (Lahore) and then further down south (Karachi) and then up north again (Islamabad). Nothing

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Seems like it has been quite a while since I last put up some thing 'useful' and 'meaningful' here. Might just be a scroll-up or down for you readers but for the record, it has been 4 days! That is quite a lot in my life! It's funny how we often hear and say ourselves that every day counts. Sure it does. No denying that. Every day and every moment counts in our lives. Some of us live for these

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Just got these in the mail today from a friend... Read on! ;)----------------------------------------------A Guys' RulesWe always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from a guy! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! ;)1. Men ARE not mind readers.1. Learn to work the toilet seat! You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down.

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Here's a news! MTV is reporting that a private school has not only forbidden its students from blogging or using social networking sites, but also requiring those that have blogs to remove them (full story). What are your thoughts on the issue? Do you think these sites present a risk to young bloggers? Do you see this as a form of censorship?

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Has it ever happened to you that you had so much on your mind that you wanted to say but when it comes to crunch time, you are at loss for words... or thoughts... or intentions so to speak? Tragic comedy isn't it? Maybe it's all about timing. I should probably have my laptop glued to my side with wireless networks hot and ready so the minute I start conjuring up thoughts, I can ramble them here!

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I breathe like everyone else does;I sleep like everyone else;I work like all of you;I sweat like all of you;I hope like all of you;I despair like all of you;Yet, I am a social outcast... by my own choice.I sometimes feel that I live the life of a forced exile. You only recognize me. You only hear what I have to say whenever it suits you; whenever your highness can spare the grace to look down at

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I stand infront of the mirror and realize that what reflects from it is a glimpse of a complete stranger to me. Those eyes, those thoughts, those expressions... that face... that being... is not me anymore... Where did I go? Who took my place and when? Did it happen all at once or was this being creeping over me so slowly that I never felt its presence?Who is it?What is it?Why is it?My senses

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Ok my legs are killing me... esp the upper limbs. Stiff as rocks and hurt like hell when I walk or get up or climb stairs! Had to skip office today due to some personal commitments too and I hate skipping office! Just not the sort I guess. Any hows, the point is that some thing must be done about these cramps. Hmmm ever tried those sporty sprays that you see coaches and fitness geeks utilizing on

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Goodbyes are always hard... maybe because in our hearts we carry this strange fear of not being able to ever be with the person or even see them again. Goodbyes are always hard indeed. I had wished that some day, I would write a dedication about you in my blog. Some day, I could pen it all down and tell the world that even though at times we brought the worst in each other, our friendship

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No im not PMS-ing if that is what just sprang to your mind from the caption above!Had this company-sponsored cricket match that I played in as a wicket-keeper. Damn... last I played proper cricket (hard ball and all the works) was some 2 years ago. So no wonder I was a bit rusty behind the stumps and took a few blows on the chest and in my hands. New balls and cold weather can really add to the

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-- When you remember your and your blog mates' url better than your postal address.-- When every discussion you start with your colleagues ends with, “How many comments now?” or “Who will be the first to comment…yeah?”-- When after a dispute with your GF, you threaten her to put all the discussion on blog, in order to shut her up-- When breakup doesn’t bring tears in your eyes anymore, as you

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