Let me go!

Let you go

I want to get off the phone now because I hate talking to you, but I’ll pretend that I’m being polite by letting you go back to whatever boring crap you would be doing if you weren’t talking to me.

Them: So then he said it was benign but I should probably get it removed. And I said-

You: Wow! That’s nuts! Hey look, I’m sure you’ve got a lot of stuff to take care of. I’m gonna let you go. Bye.

Them: Oh, uh, yeah. Bye.
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How do you know when exactly to stop? I always end up being rude, or being offended if the other person is rude. The fact that I despise talking on the phone obviously doesn’t help. You know what would be perfect? If you couldn’t use your phone for making calls. Only texts is more than enough. Excuse me while I go share my wisdom with Etisalat. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon with more wisdom for you guys.

Boom Boom Afridi

I took this picture in Pakistan, and was waiting for the right time to post it*. Now (or two weeks ago) seems like the perfect time.

*I’m lying, its because I’m lazy.

P.s. Do you think its ok if I post a few more pictures of Afridi, Malik, Younis, etc?

P.p.s. Do you think its ok to have a P.s. after a *?

P.p.p.s. Ok bye.

You’d think after everything, I’d be immune to the crying and heartbreak. But no. Weird thing is, this time it isn’t even mine. Or maybe its always been. And will be? Maybe we’re meant to be.

Will the real Pakistanis please stand up?

I couldn’t watch the final match, because after the Super8 match against Sri Lanka, I deduced that whichever match me and Aisha watch, we lose. The ultimate sacrifice. We did however watch the last two overs. Shahid Afridi, with his legs apart, hands pointing in the air with his helmet in one hand, his bat in the other, and the most amazing smile on his face has been photographed into my memory forever. That and the sajdah the team performed after the match (albeit all in different directions – we did the same at home). Our apartment is on the tenth floor, and my baby sister said she could hear us screaming on the ground floor. And the best part is that for once, even my Pakistani mother was excited about the match AND she was supporting Pakistan. My elder sister is a different story.

me: Listen  

Sobia if u don’t pray for tonight,

I wnt speak to you again

Seriously

5:52 PM 

Sobia: humaira

grow up

seriosult

me: Don’t say u don’t care

Seriously

I’m serious sobia

Its ur country too

Pls care a little

5:53 PM 

Sobia: ok

i love pakistan

and ajab gul too

hes handsome

me: Lol

Umar gul sobia 

Not ajab gul

Sobia: lol i noe

iwas sjut kidding

Sobia: how was work

me: Where is aisha

My real sister

Sobia: 2 out

me: Are you praying constantly? 

Sobia: its the only thing on my mind

me: Good

Let’s keep it that way

Sobia: rest assured

me: We have to win sobia

Sobia: blah blah

me: blah blah

me: Ok

Forget it

Later

Just pray

Pay attn to that

Sobia: u keep interrupting

so if soemthign happens

its ur fault

me: Don’t say that :(

What if something does happen?

Don’t jinx it

Pls pray

Sobia: ok ok

loser

me: This is v important

Outttttt

One more

Sobia: another one out

me: I knowwwwwwwwwww

Sobiaaaaaaaaaa

me: 6th wicket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sobiaaaaaaaaaaa

Sobia: yes humaira

sorry

jsut busy praying

me: Allah t is watching you sobia 

Sobia: yes He is

and thanks to him u are not

me: Lollllll

Sobia: im leavign  

but

i willcontinue praying

me: Ok

Good

I’ve taught you well

Sobia: ok leavign

bbye loser

After we won the match, she said she hadn’t prayed once nor did she care! I’ve decided I’m going to now work on ignoring her until our so called friendship dies.

I’ve read some of the most amazing articles and posts the last couple of days –  that have made me gush with pride and joy for my country. I don’t have a humongous synopsis of the match, neither am I smart enough to be able to rip apart the team’s strategies and moves. All I know is that win or lose, I have always supported Pakistan, and excluding blasphemy, nothing they do or say can make me dislike them. ‘Unconditional support’ takes on five new dimensions with me. I love Pakistan, and I am extremely proud of being a Pakistani.

And you’re not a Pakistani if you think Sachin Tendulkar is a good player. No arguments. Okthanksbye.

Seriously?

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/06/pop-star-michael-jackson-was-rushed-to-a-hospital-this-afternoon-by-los-angeles-fire-department-paramedics–capt-steve-ruda.html

Update: Conversation with Mummy

me: Mummy Michael Jackson died. 

Mummy: Ohhh. Inna lillahe wa inna ilaihi rajiun.

me: Umm no.

Afridi the Pakistani Hero

Every time I will think Twenty20 World Cup 2009, I will think Afridi, and this is the first image that will come to my mind. Legendary :)

We are the Champions

Pakistan – Then & Now

This post makes me so happy, I want to cry.

We win

Another T20 Final

I’m so nervous I can hardly sit still. Because all my cricket posts begin/end with me declaring undying love for one/all of the Pakistani team, I’m just going to post excerpts from other amazing articles about tonight.  

And yet here they stand, on the verge of winning a tournament nobody outside their own camp (and only some inside it) really gave them a shot at. A triumph it already is, come what may Sunday. Astrophysics may be easier to comprehend than this situation, even if it is unlikely astrophysics has ever brought as much joy as this.

 

Afridi’s catch turned not only the game against New Zealand, but Pakistan’s tournament. And suddenly, inexplicably, things began to fall into place, a chain reaction that simultaneously made sense and no sense.

Osman Samiuddin – Cricinfo

Cricket’s perennial underachievers have overachieved in this tournament. They have already made their supporters proud. Against Sri Lanka they will again start as underdogs.

It is always difficult to predict a Twenty20 match with certainty. But I am certain that Younis’ team have been the best ambassadors that Pakistan has had for many years. They have not achieved this through politics or money. They have achieved this through their skill and passion on a cricket pitch and the joy and excitement that they have brought to this tournament. Changing the world’s view of the people of Pakistan was harder than winning any World Cup.

Now for the easy part. Go Pakistan! Dil Dil Pakistan.

Kamran Abbassi

We are so going to win tonight. InshaAllah.