Although we had a tour back in 4th semester i guess which me and my friends didn’t attend. Today got the news of another tour for Lahore. Karachi was avoided by the administration because of security problems. Don’t know if I’ll be able to go this time. There are various issues. First I am not like leaving home for 10 days.. its quite a lot. Secondly even if i makeup my mind, Malcolm might sue me on absentee for more than a week. Really, I am turned into much boring personality than it was 2-3 year back.

Updated: Not going anywhere.. lol

I couldn’t post about my 3rd flat tyre event due to some busy schedule of Malcolm’s fire sites project. The university campus police is out of its mind. If you stop your car in front of any hostel in campus premises, and leave for 5 minutes, so when you do come back, just open up the trunk and start preparing to change at least one of the tyres left flat by the jack ass police personnels. The reason behind this tyre flattening is justified with an argument, “Your car might get stolen” God damn it, if there is crime concerning car snatching or stealing, you better catch the accused and not to puncture the tyres. If any policeman of university campus seeing this post, (which i really doubt, I don’t expect these illiterates using computer..), listen up !   F*U*C*K Y*O*U !

Being into hostel for exam preparations for a few days, I’ve noticed guys on cell phone with shy smiling face, all around. As soon as hostel mess finishes and “shareef” (decent) guys start studying or prepare for sleep, lover boys come out like wolves to find a lonely and calm place and call their respective “bachian” (chicks) who’ve been waiting for the cellphone to ring either at hostel lawn or at their own room or drawing-room or kitchen or sometimes if mom dad are feared to interfere, even in the washroom with a tap opened pretending to wash hands, and that hand washing continues until Fajjar prayers. Its really weird to find boys sitting on hostel roofs in chilling cool weather and as you pass by them, you’ll here a sweet girl voice. (that makes me even more angry since am still single).

Any how, Shahab’s late night calls to his sweetheart made me think of finding out the best cellular network package for long time calling either in day time or at nights. I’ll categorize the lovers first and then explain the options;

For Really Ghareeb (Package 1) (lovers with pocket money < RS 500 per month)

If you are a girl, I’ll suggest you make a fake boy friend just for increasing you cellphone credit and utilize that to get yourself at least into Package 2 for calling your true love

If you are a guy, unfortunately you can’t afford a girl friend in the first place. Do work hard to earn yourself with some more bucks. Before sending the last sms of saying goodbye, tell her to (contact me)

For Middle Class (Package 2) (lovers with pocket money < 1000 per month)

That’s the category where most of the lovers lie.

Either gal or a guy, here are your options (no joke)

Jazz, if you using shitty jazz or mobilink, do yourself favor and both of you convert to telenor or warid or ufone or if conversion is not an option, save 100 for a couple of months and buy a sim card of another network which you already agree. Otherwise Rs. 0.40 / 30 seconds for Happy Hour in Jazz Budget Tariffs is the best option you can have

Ufone, you guys are already lucky.. enjoy prepay life and keep on kissing for 2.5 per hour from 12am to 7am

Telenor, convert to djuice package, add your gf/bf into friends and family and enjoy talking for RS 4/hour from12am to 8am

Warid, the best you can get is on zem nights, even that is pretty much expensive

For High Class (Package 3) (lovers with pocket money > 2000 per month)you people better stop calling on cells and start meeting now !

18th December 2007 is the day we said goodbye to our seniors.. The farewell party was so so.. i dont know but i was expecting a little more fun. Thats may because i arrived a little late.. (Thanks to traffic in Peshawar). Azam did the comparing with Ijaz. There were several skits arranged both by our batch as well as the juniors i-e the batch 7. Teachers and girls were there but audience was rather less and a little low on discipline too. Anyways all did go well in terms of enjoyment. We played the videos, shot in girls common room. The parody of Sir Ihsan by Rasheed was quite awesome. Shahab and Nazeef played a song unplugged in the end and the winners of the ‘Muqabla-e-Husan’ (Beauty Contest) were announced. Ali Zia (see him here) and Rumaisa Yawar, both from my class won it pretty easy. To be very honest ‘Khana’ (dinner) wasnt mazay ka.. its not that the menu wasnt good, its just because it wasnt cooked up to standards. Thanks to all the guys including my batch mates as well as the juniors who arranged all this just to give us a couple hours of happiness. I wont forget to mention the names of Azam and Abeer. They even missed their classes and did all the khuari. May Allah bless em both. We didnt had the cam with ourselves to take snap shots. However ill upload the pics and vids of this memorable occasion (possibly from some senior fellow) as soon as i get them.

was just working around podcast to publish lot and lots of videos when shahab mssg vibrated my cell. He is gonna shift to his cubical he can do it on his own but obviously 4 hands > 2. Replied him to wait for 40 min as it would take some time to post here and drive up to postmall at campus.. i know this post wont benefit anybody.. but i dont care..

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The room of Shahab has been shifted.. . It took us around 4 hours to transfer all the shitty stuff of Shahab from Hostel 3 Room#129 To Hostel 5 Room#3. First the clothes were transferred.. followed by books and in the last ‘bistar’.. Nothing was more shughli than Shahab running with the traditional ‘rairi’ (a kind of 3rd class Cart).. Anyways, no damages were done in between except

a dozen unknown CDs, which were hammered deliberately to ensure ’software piracy’

a tiddi (kind of bug dont know the correct class of phylum), which was enjoying a happy feast in Shahab’s bag

a dozen steel nails, which were happily pushed out by me with ‘palas’

Its already 4:16 am.. 12 hours past by since i went to Postmall.. Life is just too fast.. ! I gotta go for sleep. Goodnight !