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I�m okay!

Michelle Ali — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:58:32 GMT

Obviously I got the job! wo-ho!
been here since August 2008 and I love it.
eight years in foreign service.
its unbelievable.

Andkhoy, Afghanistan December 2008.
(Pic taken by Croatian MP)

Thank you for your duas and concerns (:

It happened!

Michelle Ali — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 15:35:01 GMT

Shukar-al-hamdulliah!

Yesterday, after seven months I read namaz.

I felt like Nabeel in "ajayb ghar" (am not sure about the name because i watched it long time ago).

Before I started...I had this horrible, terrible terrifying feeling inside. I was scared to death. Scared of standing in front of God and ask for forgiveness for all those times I neglected him. Soch rehi thi ke kiss mouN se mafi mangon.

But when I started...oh! I felt like I finally was freed from my own prison...freed from a heavy burden I had put on myself. I started to cry. I put my head on ya-namaz and cried my heart out. I just couldn't find the right words...I couldn't understand how to justify my behavior...I couldn't figure how to thank God enough for all his neymateiN and rehmateiN on me and my family. Ya Allah. I only asked for his forgiveness and now finalmente I have soo much sukoooN.

What happened was that I was having a random discussion with a colleague about unthankfulness. I was saying to him: "in everyday life they don't remember God, but whenever they need something they start praying. selfish people..." *shivers* that moment it occurred to me how biased I was. Ugh. Apne aap se is kadar sharmindgi shayd hi pehle kabhi hoi ho

I hope Allah forgives me. And I hope HE helps me to never put myself in this misery ever again. Ameen.

:insh:

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Michelle Ali — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 05:08:40 GMT

Al right. Lately I�ve been spending too much time online. On Wednesday I was unable to focus on work�just thinking about my job application and other random stuff you know�like: what if I get it? what if I don�t?...I told Heidi I couldn�t concentrate and asked her if I could take reports home. She gave me permission to do so.

So, I made 50 posts (was difficult). I feel this forum is already full of silly idiotic posts. And I do not want to unnecessary contribute to it. Kher, i downloaded photoshop and tried some tricks SS taught me back in the old days. I was excited to do something I hadn�t done for a long time. And when I saw I could do it I just went crazy with the picture :hehe: apparently it ticked HHL. He went loud, red and bold. Had to remind him it is just a game yaar. Relax.

Acha, had ho gey! A friend asked me to join facebook. WTH? Yaara, I started this freakin blog for you guys and now you want me to sign up for facebook. No way! I hate being available 24/7. Skype for family, blog for friends back home, mobile and work mail for colleagues and local friends. That�s it.

Oye, I'm drooling over some decoration stuff right now. Sigh. So many things, so little ehm AHO! I am going to be a little bittle poor this month, because I got new furniture for dining room. But it is fine. If I really get the urge to buy anything I'll just use my credit card :phati:

I went to bed 3 a.m. and woke up at 5 a.m. thursday morning. I finished the appraisal documents for three projects at home, and arrived late to work (again) at 8.30 a.m. Heidi was furious to begin with, but then she read the appraisals and turned back to mother-Theresa-mode :lajawab:

Btw, last night Jos� Luise hunted down and killed a spider in my kitchen. Eww. This was one creepy spider. I could see long hair on its leg. Bleh!

Alright, enough babbling from me.

Sorority Girl

Michelle Ali — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:31:32 GMT

What the F is a sorority girl?

They called me "sorority". I didn't knew the signification of this word and asked them its spelling so i could check in a dictionary later. They exchanged looks and bursted into laughter :vivo:

One of them then asked me: do you know how many sorority girls it takes to change a light bulb?
(i said no) she holds on to it, and the world revolves around her.

Sounds like a blond joke no? (borrhe goreh) The way they said it and the kind of jokes they told made me feel it was something bad.

Anyway, according to my english dictionary it means:
a society for female students in a university or college, typically for social purposes

As far as my limited knowledge goes I belive it is a good thing right.

I wonder why did they say it in such a bad manner...?

Quince a�os

Michelle Ali — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 07:02:00 GMT

I showed Do�a Sandra (profesora de espa�ol) my blog - was a huge mistake. She gave us additional homework. :naraz: fellow students hates me. Anyway, our task is: blog in Spanish *yayyy-my foot!*

Bueno, voy a escribir en espanol pero sin ��,�,�� es porque no tengo timpo :cb:

Ayer, finalmentee fui al cine para ver Jumper. Fui con Joseph, Pepe y Beatrice. Cuando terminamos, fuimos a Casa del caf�. Despues de media hora, ellos fueron a Latinos y yo regrese a mi casa.

Habl� con mi hermana y mi hermano peqe�o.

Hm�que mas�si, hoy recib� la primer edicion de la revista Mis Quince. Ellos tienen asesores con experiencia en moda, celebraciones, decoraciones, et cetera. Van a ayudar chicas pequenas con sus fiestas de 15. Yo no entiendo por que los 15 anos son celebrados de manera tan especial y distinta dentro este parte de mundo? Probablemente es influencia social y del medio. Pero no se, personalmente no me gusta este typo de celebracion.

Es una locura!

Creo eso es suficiente, verda?

Ciao!

PS; en el semana pasada, mi mama me dijo que mi cara mire mas delgada, no se porque. pero ahora tengo que ganar un poquito poqito de peso. mala suerte no?

El blin blin!

Michelle Ali — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 03:41:23 GMT

On the occasion of international women's day, some of our male workmates taped a plastic rose to a card and wrote funny (mostly lame:phati:) notes for us. I am sure they googled it. Here is a few lines Isaac wrote: why isn't there an International Men's Day? The punch line is that there is...every other 364 days of the year.

Our boss gave us (all 14 ladies in the organization) this:

He is ehum...imagine Adnan Sami Khan before he lost weight...that�s our boss physically, :cb: but I feel his personality too resembles Adnan in so many ways. Ohwell. It was sweet of him.

It�s a broche. They were in different colors. I choose black.

Drooling

Michelle Ali — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 06:04:12 GMT

Why oh why do I keep browsing for Jensen Ackles on youtube?? A never ending obsession is what it is. Sigh.

Ohwell. Yesterday, I saw:

Rama Rama Kya hai Drama: waste of time. Rajpal overacted, but good acting by Neha Dupia though.

Sunday: Irfan Khan and Arshad Warsi�s part is worth watching. Rest is crap.

Welcome: whats all the fuss about? This movie is like every other masala bolly-movie. Nothing new, nothing special. Anil Kapoor and Nana did a good job. Akshay, Malika, Katrina, etc. are just about avrage.

Since I fast forwarded through these movies I had time to watch:

Bala ji�s first TV awards: It was boring�mainly because I don�t watch indian tv dramas, but also because despite all the bollywood stars the show went slow. Srk�s act was interesting. I find Prachi Desai noisy. *wasted*

Filmfare awards: Srk and Saif were so funny. I loved the way they kept joking about everybody. Best part was when they gave the Na-Real award to Vidya. LOL! WTF were she thinking. Also I thought Akshay�s part was hilarious. Kareena looked beautiful but I didn�t like her act. Bipasha need to change her hairstyle asap. Looks like Ranbir and Deepika finally admitted they�re seeing each other. I was dissapointed Sunidhi didn�t get the best playback award. Shreyal is good, but Sunidhi is the best. WTH is Amir�s problem. I think he is the best actor in bollywood and need no award to prove his skills, but still�why didn�t he give FF nomination clips for TZP? Freak! Anyhoo, overall good entertainment.

Today, I saw:

Project Runway. Rami is in Cris is out. The lil gay guy, Christian, is amusing. I hope Julian wins.

This last episode (10) of The Apprentice was brilliant. Omarosa is all talk and no walk. I was glad Pierce kicked her ass. Ivanka looked so pretty. And Trump�s apartment is just WOW!

N'kamiyaaN

Michelle Ali — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 19:35:40 GMT

me kuriyan nu kar bulaiya, sochiya si ke o meri mdat kran diya Patrick de hilaf shazish karan di.

par afsos�

panjabi di qawat e: dasso sajja, mare khabba! bas etthe vi kuj effo i alat o ge ne...

ik PS2 te SIMS khed rei e :vivo:

doji jerhi e onne POOL ich chal cha mari e :vivo:

triji pSSari ich roti tukkar bnan lag pi e :vivo:

ahri r�salah le ke LATRINE ich warh gi e�o pura r�sala iffaz kar ke i nikkle di :vivo:

es gal tun ik latifa yaad a geya...
stage drame ich khende-ne:
e na, e bathroom ich be ke 4 kilo pakore kha gya i.
nassem vicky puch-da e: kion?
aggon jawab denda e: onnu kera boo andi e.

Me ohn es affte di APPRENTICE di kisst vekhan li an...

Happy snap

Michelle Ali — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 01:05:17 GMT

to the living room

Last night: messy and dirty

(curtains sent to dry-clean)

Now: clean and peaceful

What happened?, Sana asked.

Michelle Ali — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:46:54 GMT

:smilestar:

�arre yeh pocho kya nehi hoa!

(Note: If you blog just to blog, then blogging becomes dull. Here is an example of a dull blog)

Thursday morning, my dutch neighbour asked me to come over this weekend because they needed help for Queen�s day preparations. I said okay.

Then, I was stuck in traffic and came 30 min late to office meeting. *bummer*

In office meeting�I was informing our director about the upcoming field visit, and I suggested him to send Isaac. He said it was mine project and I should go� before I could reply�Isaac whispered (so everybody could hear) to Marissa �she�ll need dad�s permission� �rest of team started giggling and director asked �what? dad who?��and Patrick (kamina) hasted with �that�ll be me, sir��again everybody burst into laughter. Then he (double-kamina) again told the whole incidence. :hehe: I just wanted to bang my head into the walls.

Every(ghattiya)one kept joking about what happened in meeting. Like: Isaac asked me if had the annual progress report�I said �no, sorry.��Heidi goes �Sure? Maybe u could ask your dad� �dahh! Not funny. One after another came up with these crippled jokes�(if it was a worst lame joke competition, they would have beaten phatima1).

Heidi, head of development group, called me to her office. She said she knew I was �on my way out� but I had to get my act together and respect regular office hours. She was right�lately I had often been late� crap!

I decided from this day ownward, while I am in office I am not going to call dad under any circumstances. Next I worked well and focused until lunch. Thereafter I had lunch with Beatrice and Jose Louis. Was nice.

When I came back�I saw�in my inbox�a mail from HR-department. I read the subject field: Regarding your application for (�) in (�). I literally freaked out. Help! *nerve-racking* (Kissi jungli Bandar ki tarhaN) I started jumping and screaming. Heidi, Marissa, Patrick and Isaac came in. I told them about the email and said I was afraid to open it. I don�t know what happened...I was filled with hopes and excitement. I guess I just went crazy. My coworkers know me. They�re used to this kind of cuckoo behavior from me.
Anyhow, Patrick opened it and read it�paused�looked at me...closed it�and finally said� sorry mac, your application is rejected!

:teary2:

I took a deep breath (mushkil se ansooN roke) and said: its okay.
(Sab afsos kar ke apne apne dafter ge) I closed the door � called dad �and told him�he said what parents normally say on these occasions�no biggie��there�ll be other opportunities� - that kind of crap. First I felt paralyzed. And then I started to cry like a freaking shiittty crybaby�I hung up on him�after few minutes�I pulled myself together�wiped my tears... read surah Yasin�kuch sukoon mila phir�called dad back and told him not to worry, etc.

I started work on my assignment. Later after two hour or so I received mail from my sister. She sent me card with better luck next time. Made me happy. My brother sent me SMS: �good you didn�t get it. I wouldn�t allow you to go there anyway� *aww, my sweetheart* He made me cry again.

I told secretary, I was going home. And left.

Home, I spent time talking to mum *snufs*. She made me realized how important this actually was for me. And I was actually expecting to get this job. Also she said it was about time I understood I cant get everything I want. Some things I have to except even if I don�t want it (mein samjh rahi thi who kis bat ki taraf ishara kar rahi thiN. magar who behss mein us waqt shuro nehi karna chahti thi). She was half right. Maybe I reacted as I did because I am used to get what I want. I�ve always got the jobs I�ve applied for in the past. This was my first rejection. I came to conclusion that �sh*t happens�hogya na...let go�

During this chitchat I received call from office�Heidi informed me about Colombia and ordered me back.
Seriously what the fcuk is USAs problem. I don�t get it. Why cant they just F of! The situation in this region is so tens right now. Ecuador, Brazil, Venezuela, etc. �almost all countries have cut diplomatic contact with Colombia. Venezuela sent their troops to border. Argh! My personal opinion is that the Colombian president is making a big mistake. He�s showing of his newfound friendship with Bush. I think his adviser forgot to tell him that b*stard Bush aint gonna to be there next year. Company differs. They support Colombia and� for me it was mentally difficult to work with our official statement.

Had dinner with Beatrice. Told her the bad news and expressed my disappointment. Around eight p.m. we had our spanish class followed by an intense english class. I showed my blog to the professor, he pointed out countless spelling and grammar mistakes :( *sigh*

When I came home I watched Jodha-Akbar (duration 3 hours +) in 25 min :hehe: I think I would have liked it better if I wasn�t in such crappy mood.

Next I replied to a few comments on my blog. And wrote about my name. I actually managed to kill a funny story. I fell asleep on the sofa with my laptop on my stomach. Poor tummy - was boiling when I woke up yesterday morning.

Friday�. I was late again. The minuet I get my foot in the building, Heidi tells me headquarter called twice and they�ll call again in ten min. I run into my office. I was nervous ke allah jane kya hoa he aur sath mein soch rahi thi ke ab kya bahana karoon der se ane ka.

They called. And I begun with I am really sorry� But they cut me of with �its okay, Heidi told us you were in meeting. But you should have replied to our email�� I was like THANK GOD and WTH at the same time. Thank god for Heidi covering for me, I owe her one� and wth for �reply to our mail�, a rejection letter, why on earth would I do that.
She goes �Well, Michelle I am bla bla from bla bla blah, with me�bla bla�, she introduced four others� I replied with a confusing hi to them all. And then she said it. She said �are you ready for your interview� (WHAT THE BLOODY ****!) I was shocked. All these crazy thoughts and emotions where filling me up. I was quiet a few sec and then told her to hold on as I had to close the door. I run into Patrick kamines office as fast as I could and told him I�ll kill him.

I knew two of the ladies�they interviewed me when I applied for this position and when I first applied for a job in this company. Interview begun. I wasn�t prepared. I hope all apprentice viewing will finally pay off. While talking to them I checked yesterdays mail. It was call for interview�I was mad at me for believing that snake. I spent last night winning. Ohwell. The whole thing took 1 hour and 40 min. my longest interview till date. I was relieved. *thank god, still hope*
Later, I went to Patrick�s office and that freak had already left with a note on his door: �Sorry not my fault you�re such a drama queen� That b*stard. Some nerves he got. I am going to kick his ass. Score so far 0-3 to him but never mind, I�ll get him.

I was so excited and to happy to be mad at him. Wohoo!

Immediately I informed the others in my department. I thanked a million to Heidi. Director sahib invited to a small toast in his office, to wish me luck. That was sweet of him. Really, it was. He joked that I better not make him my reference�because then he would have to tell them about my mental condition. :lol:

I�ve decided to keep low profile this time. I only told my Jungli brother about it because I really cant keep anything secret. And my sister and another brother, will know when they�ll read this. So basically it is my parents and younger brother who wouldn�t know.
Honestly, I am 70% sure that inshallah I�ll get this job. Good thing is I�ve already cried for it. So if now I don�t get it I wouldn�t be that�oh yaar who am I kidding. I�d be heartbroken for sure.

Just come to remember: During my first job interview I was asked what I thought of the minister. I smiled big and replied with all sincerity that I didn�t knew him. The interviewer said: �you�re telling me you don�t know the name of the minister who runs this ministry which you so want to be part of�. I kept smiling and said yes (stupid me). I remember I felt interview went well and I did a good job. Back home dad asked how it went. I (lost in my blond moment) happily told him everything they asked and when he heard that I saw his face turning lal-pila. LOL! And that�s when I realized ba�ppo kuch ghar-bar hogi hai. Abbo was furious. He was like �How can you apply for a job in (ehum, example) Ministry of Defence and not know name of the defence minister� LOL. Whole lot made fun of me the coming weeks. However, I got TO HAVE THE LAST laugh when I received my appointment letter.

I remembered this today because, the lady who interviewed me back then, is the one who interviewed me this time too. I�ve never met her after that interview but she remembered, and I�m sure she can see my progress. And the rest of them can just look at the projects I�ve been in charge of. And mums parents and sister�s prayers are backing me and God will listen to us. And Do�a Ivania is sitting in the kitchen reading bible and praing for me right now :cb: So, bottom line is am not nervous and Inshallah I�ll get to hear good news soon.

Yesterday I had al these crazy emotions. It was AH! Amazing :hehe:

After job we (Beatrice, Isaac and me) went to cinema. We saw Juno (again because there�s not much to see here). I thought it was a sweet feel-good movie. Beatrice didn�t like it one bit. And Isaac said he loved it. He is funny. Sometimes I wonder if it is possible to be more gay then him :hehe:

Beatrice and me had Spanish and English classes. English professor told Spanish teacher about my blog. LOL. She wanted to see it too. Then she told me to write something in Spanish. *musibat*

Later on I went home�ate dinner�and watched Supernatural with neighbour�s daughter. I just love Jensen Ackles. God he is sooo damn charming. I love watching supernatural with neighbour�s kid. She likes Jared Padalecki and I like Jensen. We�re always dissing each other because of the boys. I�ve made her my stand-in-sister :love:

My brother sent me a funny youtube video which I tried to post in video forum, but it didn�t work. Here it is:

I found this hilarious. Bechara.

Today I woke up 11 p.m. had brunch with the neighbours. Helped planning the party. Dutch�s make the best parties hands down.

Then I read Sana�s mail and started to write this and I can keep going with this crap forever magar mujhe lagta hai (thihi) ab bakwas band karna chahiye.

So, here's to you...

Michelle Ali — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:43:16 GMT

When I was born my mum named me Mishal (m(i)-shal). The origin is Arabic and its meaning is �torch�, �beacon�.

How did Mishal become Michelle? Well, to me it�s a jocular story and dad loves to tell it...amazingly he tells it with great enthusiasm each time. Unfortunately I don�t have that mastery so I�ll just cut it short and do it my way:

Me jdoN oi si, os-vele mere abbo yorrapp ich rehnde si�dou kamre de m�kkan ich panj orh bandeyaan nal�na te ko-le thelifon si te na i campyotar. Abbo das-de ne ke o oss tem ik fectrhi ich thrRekh chlan de o-nde si�te os mulaH di zaban marrhi motthi i avn di si ne.

Dadda ji ne hoshkhabri di ik kesat (cassette) parr ke, te nal meri naqal pedesh rakh ke kal ditt-i.

Jad abbo nu kessat labbi te abbo �national register�-aleyaan de daftar ge te okhiyan sokhiyan o ke buddhi nu samjhayaa ke meri bachi da na dharj karo.

Kher�din guzar de ge�tin sal di oi te kindergarten shuro kitta. sab mennu Michelle bulande. Nale me apna na vi Michelle i lihna sihiya. Ammi ne samjiya goriyan da tlafaz i enj e, onnha kolo Mishal ken nei onda. Abbo sara din kam karde rende si onna ne tiyan i ni kita. Tin sal enj e lang ge.

Pelli jamat ich gi te otthe ik arbiyan da murrha, Mishaal, vi si :hehe: ustaniya oda na sei bulandia te mera galat. Fer kiddre ja ke abbo ne pta shata kar vaya te samj-ich aya ke jis buddhi ne mera naa darj kitta, os ne galt lihia. Sare qanoni kagzaan te, nale mere passport vich Michelle i lihiya aha. Ammi abbo ne fesla kita jiss vele pese avan de (os vele atth chokkha sara tang aha ne) assi lihai sei karva lava de.

Par jis vele onna ne badlne di gal kitti me appe i akhiya ke na karo.

Ees lei ke:

Michelle (is pronounced mee-SHELL) and its meaning is "who resembles God". It is of French and Hebrew origin.

�Veni, Vidi, Velcro� 

Michelle Ali — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 04:39:54 GMT

(I came, I saw, I stuck around)

I know�I did say I would NEVER ever spend my time bloging...so for all you out there, that laugh at me now - it's my pleasure to admit: I was wrong! I like it!

There. I said it! :hehe:

Now, over to something embarrassing�

I talked to mum one hour this morning and then I skipped lunch just to talk to dad. I was so busy explaining him why I said what I said (ref. my earlier entry), that I completely forgot about the meeting.

Thank god Isaac reminded me.

So, all stressed�I told dad to call me later�grabbed my notebook and run to the meeting room. I was mad at myself for coming late� and I was still thinking about the conversation I had with dad.

Then, it was my turn to present our (company�s) view� despite being prepared I wasn�t able to answer one very relevant question. I turned to our assessor, Patrick, and said:

I forgot the figures�but Dad, can answer. What was it, dad?

I saw him looking perplexed, but didn�t comprehend and continued:

Do you have the figures, da�. !!!! I stopped and realized I was about to call him dad. :naraz:
I gave a sheepish grin and�Argh!

I wish I had died right there. It was horrible.

After the meeting, Patrick "the meanie-babbler" told everybody in the office.

Resat of the day, I sat shamefaced in my office. :phati:

EDIT
By the way, I hate my dad! All this is his fault!

Si-appa i e...!

Michelle Ali — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 23:16:59 GMT

Meri ammi mennu kende ne �ik tun le gi eN. Arr vele lokaN de masle le ke apna siRR vi khppani-e te sanu vi nal parshan karni e�

Ki karraN me? Apne vass-ich nei.

Assi chaviyan salaN tou ji-tthe rehnne pe-aN ose ma-llhe ich Aainaa orri vi rende ne. Aainaa chattiyaN salan di e. O apne maa piyo di kalli kalli tii e. Je koi mennu poche o kis t-ra di e te me a-kha di ke e kurri nirri allah miyan di gaaN e. Assi ni takiya onu kade vi apne maa piyo di na farmanii kardiya. Sadi ammaN dass vari vi akhe �bass karo, utth jao, utthe ke Allah da naa le lo, sara din be-tthe rende o ede (PlayStation) utte��assi edh-e titth a fer vi ni ill-de. Te Aainaa bibi di ami ik vari onho ma-RRha jeya akhe �bethi, uttho zara bartan/kapre/farash/ghussal-hana waghera dho� o ossse vele pajh pendi e. Sach moch bohat changi e.

Ode maa te piyo, dovaN di penn-shann te lagi e, par torhi lagi ne. onaTTi, tRRii sal europe ich guzar ke vi a-qumat de nikke je m�qan ich reh re ne. ka-de apna kar i ni banaya. Sare pese lag�deyaN te la-nde re. Jis wele kakh ni reya lag-deyaN ne latt mar ke akhiya �parraN�.

Me atH sal di si jadooN Aainaa ne peli vari menu dassiya ke os-di mangni o gi e. Bass, aj tak ode ma�pphe odiyaN ann-ginat mangniyan kar ke trorh chuke ne. Kion? Allah jane kino. Sadke javie Aainaa te vi�ode koloN pochiye �eT-qi ki oya je�, o apni sohni urdu ich effo i kave di �kya keh sakte hain. Allah ke kamoon mein kisi ka amal d�hall nehi�. Sach e. Me evein choouth pi maraN mennu assal gal da nei pata, par mera zati khyal-e ke ode maa piyo jan bujh ke os di shadi nei hon den-de. Soch-de ovan de kurri turr gi te assi kitthe jawa de kio-ke sare aggle pichle chad-ge ne te khole kuj e ni. Aainaa n�RRss e, sare kAr da harcha chukia suN. Banda poche jawan tii e tuhadi, izat etram kardi e tuhada nale hyal kardi e�tuwada vi te aQ banda e oda hyal karna. Ode vi te kuj armaan ne. tuhada harr fesla sir matthe te rakh di e. chattiyan salan ich nei badli te shadi toun bad vi nei badle di.

Me jinnia kurriyan nu jan-ni-a sab shadi de na tun miloon duur phaj-diya ne. Sirf ik Aainaa i e, jeri kadooN di shadi de khab tak di e pi. Kasme dil dukh-da e mera. Shodi�khab bana-n lagdi e te o thoth jan-de ne.

Janvri ich meri pehn ne mennu dassiya ke o sab pakistan challe ne Aainaa di shadi karan. Te ajj Aainaa menu sun-iyaa phej di e ke o kheriat nal vapis a ge ne, par shadi koi ni oi. Me puchia �kion, koi pasand ni aya� aggoN jawab den-di e �do rishte wale aye hamare ghar, magar ammi jaan ko woh psand nehi aye�. O-diyaN gallaN sun ke kasme mera d�magh phattan lag peya. Te hadd os wele oi jis wele likh di-e: �rishte krane wali khala ne tin char aur larkoon ka p�ta diya. Magar ammi nehi geyN��me puchiya �kion ni gi?�, aggoN likh di e �isliye keh unko larkooN ke gaoN ke naam pasand nehi aye� *Sadke jawan thwade* Kasme dil karda ja-ke oss di ammi nu changi t�raan choonah. Te akha �kuj te hosh karo. tii da wi�ya murrhe nal karna je ke pindh nal?!� Me te us-nu saf saf akhiya-e �tun mann pawe na mann tere kAr-de bhaNNe kar re-ne�. Dil te mera si ke me os nu aur barha kuj kawan, par akh-iya nei. Wachari po-li ji e ve meriyan gallan dil te na la lave. Onu khush karr-an aste me mazaq ich akhiya �gall i koi nei. tu haaN bol me teri shadi kraa deni-aN��likh di e �Agar tum karwa do tou mein sari zindagi tumhari ehsanmand rahongi�

�lo dasso�etthe banda kawe vi te ki kawe. Je te mazaq ich ah-di tabi si�eddhi sanjidgi ich lihiya soN jhiDDha koi saab ni.

E chaTT i oya oveda mein apne ammi abbe nu dassiya te akhiya tussi ja ke Aainaa di ami ji nu samjhawo. AgghooN o khe-nde ne �meri tii, ona da massla e o betthar samajh-de ne. tun apna kam kar��mein koi jawab te ni ditta par dil ich zaroor akhiya e *o khotti da sirr bethar samjh-de ne* :naraz:

�enjj-e te fer enjj i si:

Allah soniya, karam e tera, tu meriyan takrib�an sariya duawan kabol kittya ne. Ik horr kar de. Mein i-la karni a tu w-sila kar de. Jitthe meri shadi pakkhi hondi e pii otthe tun Aainaa di kar de. teri barrhi mehrbani! Aamiin te summa-aamiin!!!

What is Worth My Precious Viewing Time?

Michelle Ali — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 04:30:31 GMT

Among TV shows:

Prison break

Needless to say best show ever. Wentworth Miller is great actor and everybody in this show do complate justice to their role... especially T-bag�s acting is flawless! Love it.

Supernatural

Brilliant show with amazing special effects and quality music. Jensen Ackles is pure hotness.

Heroes

I don�t know what is happening with this show. Strike is over�but. First I didn�t like this show�felt it was similar to The 4400, but my brother convinced me to watch it�and i am glad he did. Yeah, it is clich�d but cool. Hiro is damn funny.

Kyle XY

Interesting plot (a boy without bellybutton), good actors...i dont love it, dont hate it. Lets see what happens.

My fav reality shows are:

The Apprentice

One word: Interesting. Omarosa is going on my nerves. I don�t like her.

Dragon�s Den

This show has it all (british version, other versions sucks big time, i.e. canadian version). My only concern is� its not long enough.

Project runway

I admit, after downloding episodes i never watch the whole thing. I skip forward to see the end results only :cb:

Indian shows I watch:

!dea. Dhoom macha de

Its a new concept. Here already established famous singers are competing for the title �Indias best live performar�.

Kaho na yaar hai. Aik game dosti ka

This game show is hosted by actor Karan Patel (he was last seen on Nach Baliye). He is witty. And I think he connects well with the guests.

Creo que, eso es todo!

Joyousness is...

Michelle Ali — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:20:05 GMT

...a little everyday treat :phati: 

Beatrice bought green and purple colored tennis shoes for herself. Patrick gifted himself with Amour Pour Homme from Charachel. And I got these gorgeous shoes for Beautiful.

I love that kid. May Allah grant her long and healthy life. Ameen.