tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38057776587586211792024-03-05T22:38:30.663+05:00When It RainsI love it when it rains, I can hear the raindrops, splash water in the puddles, run, laugh or cry as the smell of rain overtakes me.
'When It Rains' is where I tell my story.Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-63345706500652694952014-11-26T00:39:00.000+05:002014-11-26T00:39:09.686+05:00Rumi Collage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>"If all you can do is crawl, start crawling." -Rumi</i></b></h4>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-65405612114413210262014-11-23T23:12:00.003+05:002014-11-23T23:12:36.832+05:00Covered By Labels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey Lubaina,<br />
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Don't look for words to describe yourself.<br />
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"Oh, I cannot post something related to football since I'm not really a football fanatic. Or, I should only read fictional works because I'm not really a non-fiction lover." These should not be your thoughts.<br />
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You can be anything and everything. Don't try to hide under the cover of labels, be bold and be yourself, So, what if two to three words don't define you? A thousand words surely do.<br />
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With Love,<br />
Lubaina with a brief moment of insight.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-57432455962525784852014-11-18T01:32:00.001+05:002014-11-18T01:32:39.490+05:00No Shoes Friday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Do you wear shoes? Well, I know that you do. And, how do I know that? Well, I tried NOT wearing shoes (wore just socks, it is cold here these days) the entire day on Friday and noticed that I was the very extremely odd one out because everybody else was wearing shoes.</div>
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Friday was that one day when we roamed around entire Islamabad probably, Mama Baba had places to go to and I tagged along. And, know one good thing about not wearing shoes the entire day? I actually looked down on the ground to watch my step, with all the looking I noticed the beautifully patterned sidewalk, the cement patches to smooth down the road, the bricked design in the lawn that I walked on and, since looking down equals seeing lots of shoes, the creativity that is bursting out of the shoe industry.<br /><br />Why 'No Shoes Friday'?<br />Well, one might expect a wisdomatic solution but there is none.</div>
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I actually roamed around in socks the entire day because I was too lazy to wear my converse and tie the laces. True Story. My converse just relaxed in the car the entire day.<br /></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-24603562026078208032014-07-27T13:31:00.002+05:002014-07-27T13:31:50.205+05:00Converse Doodles :D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">When in doubt what to do, DOODLE! That too on converse :D</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1h7xgHljHno7d5eMSVBjXmD1HENZrWttB4CEyXJQs_FI0cphJIAC0xZ086w-L8kgs7t6AEAXLnxvPd0-UkQusCm8byLxPIRNO33EryBvrPqyscdmkUz9KX_O4bTzCxv7dDsQDaXlLcyh/s1600/6snap-140718-173205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1h7xgHljHno7d5eMSVBjXmD1HENZrWttB4CEyXJQs_FI0cphJIAC0xZ086w-L8kgs7t6AEAXLnxvPd0-UkQusCm8byLxPIRNO33EryBvrPqyscdmkUz9KX_O4bTzCxv7dDsQDaXlLcyh/s1600/6snap-140718-173205.jpg" height="360" width="640" /></a></div>
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And, yes. I didn't post Summer Holidays Part II because nothing much happened after the first ten days except a lot of family time and binge watching of TV shows. Home for Eid holidays these days! :D</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-20782920504109922892014-06-09T20:01:00.003+05:002014-06-09T20:01:29.212+05:0020 Days of Summer - Part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes, I am guilty of not posting much ever since I joined Med School. But hey, that was kind of expected. Alright, so, AKU has given (read: mercifully blessed) us with like twenty days of holidays (ask for more holidays and they'll make you bow down to their mercy for 20 days is apparently enough). Anyways, the plan is not to let even a single day of holidays go to waste.<br /><br />And, here's what has been happening so far.<br /><br /><b><u>Day before Day Zero and Day Zero: </u></b><br />Watched X-men and flew home the next day. So, the last time I went home I checked in like a minute before the check in was about to close and ran to the boarding area. This time I checked in two hours before the boarding. Call it a lesson well learnt or living on the extremes, I made it home and that's the point :D<br />
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<b><u>Day One:</u></b><br />
Just lazed around at home. Slept whenever I got the chance. Well, I couldn't possibly sleep whenever I wanted to because Labibah (my baby sister) was too happy to have me back home and couldn't bear the sight of me sleeping. Yeah. Happens.<br />
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<br /><b><u>Day 2: </u></b><br />Breakfast at Khasala Dam. Yeah. We packed food and ate it by the waterrrrr :D<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pre-Breakfast: In search of a nice spot for the breakfast picnic.<br />Post Breakfast: Splashes in the water.---The picture's taking a lot of time to load. So, later, maybe.</td></tr>
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<b><u>Day 3: </u></b><br />
Visit to Islamabad. Met my Dadi, Dada, Nani, Mamoo and Maami. Yeah, that's a lot of relations. One just can't NOT visit them. I love my family.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br /><b><u>Day 4:</u></b><br />
Off to Lahooooore! Yeah, one of Baba's random trips. And, of course, we love tag along and add flavour to those long drives with our useless arguments, stopovers at almost every rest station at the motorway and sessions of watching old movies to revive all the memories.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When it was my turn to sit at the front. Yes, we usually tend to argue over who gets to sit at the front too.<br />(Note: Only applicable when Mama's not there. Otherwise, the front seat's reserved for her)</td></tr>
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<br /><u><b>Day 5:</b></u><br />
Meeting AKU friends at Lahore. I've been to Lahore many times but have never had any hang outs with friends there. This one was a first. And, spent hours and hours at Readings too. (Well, DUH)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, obviously I can't reveal the faces unless I get consent from each one of them for displaying their picture on a publicly open blog. Yes, I hid my face too. It seemed odd in the midst of all the colorful circles.</td></tr>
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<br /><br /><b><u>Day 6:</u></b><br />
It's craft tiiiime. I sewed a bag! Yes, I spent almost the entire day doing so. So proud of myself :')<br />
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Off to the North. We had planned on camping in Naran for the night but got late so spent the night in Balakot. Know what, if you really actually want to experience the sceneery that surrounds the not-so-straight road then stick your head out of the jeep or out of the sunroof. Depends on your choice of vehicle. <i><b>A Sun Roof worked excellently for us though! ^_^</b></i><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from my room's window. That's Kurram River flowing from Babusar Top right there.</td></tr>
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<br /><b><u>Day 8:</u></b><br />The day that's can be perfectly called as 'One Heck Of A Day'. Well, Baba sprained his ankle and realised he can't really walk when we reached Naran. We headed off to Batakundi from Naran where the Lalazar Hotels are very homely and best for a person who can't walk much. Cancelled the camping and trekking plans because Baba couldn't accompany us so it wouldn't have been worth it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photographic experiments at Batakundi Take #1</td></tr>
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<b><u>Day 9:</u></b><br />Came back hoooome. Well, our van had a lot of troubles so spent like three to four hours in Mansehra just chilling at the mechanic's.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, so there are a few places where the glaciers have taken over the roads. The area has been cleared up (as shown in the picture just as science books show images with texts) but one of the ways wasn't very smooth and that spoiled our van. </td></tr>
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<b><u>Day 10:</u></b><br />That's Today. Well, I blogged. That counts for something. And, just watched She's The Man with the sister. One of the best childhood movies :')<br />
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<br />So, that's ten days down and ten more to go. Time sure does fly by very very verrryyyyy fast. </div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-7238129091054306672014-05-03T17:14:00.000+05:002014-05-03T17:14:03.553+05:00On The Move<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If I ever write an autobiography, this is is what it would be titled:<br />
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Born in Rawalpindi, I soon moved and journeyed to many places. My dad's the one who is always in for an adventure and mama wants us to be brave. So, yeaaah, we've been out a lot. Even then, we might have shifted homes and cities and countries because it was needed but we travelled because we wanted to. I can't imagine how it would be to live in just one city our entire lives. It must be amazing but then again discovering new places is even more fun. I love moving. I love travelling. But, know what, no matter what place one is at it's the people at that place that matter. They are the ones that make the city what it is for one.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-13627453492016068912014-03-03T18:56:00.000+05:002014-03-05T23:24:31.777+05:00Just Another Rainy Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Because, it's the first time that it rained today since I moved to AKU. And, when there's rain there has to be a blog post. Imagine thise, your alarm rings but you hit snooze and go back to sleep. Only a few minutes later do you realise that you hear a sound that's not usually present at 6:30 am. You take time to register it. And, it's the sound of rain. Such a perfect start to a good rainy day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">One of my early morning tries at photography after waking up to the sound of rain.<br />It's obviously not a good picture but it does capture some of the essence of the rain. So, it works.</span></i></td></tr>
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It has been over three months since I last posted at this blog. I have not forgotten about it. I visit this blog almost every day but never have the energy to write about all the happenings at AKU.<br />
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For one, hostel life is pretty different from what I had thought it would be like. The people here are way more friendly than I had imagined them to be and I think I manage my finances efficiently too. I mean, I have the prices of a lot of things learnt by heart! That never used to happen. Well, maybe it did happen somethimes. Oh well.<br />
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Anyhow, apart from the hostel shizz, medical school's actually turning out to be pretty amazing. Ofcourse, there's study and ofcourse there are moments of uncertainty but ,then again, one can't escape those. I 'try' to study, usuaully end up creating new mnemonics for everything that I read though. Which helps. And, gives me loads of stupid stories in my head to think about and laugh to myself later on.<br />
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Oh and, I doodled ^_^<br />
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For now, few of the most special cards I've ever received:<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-43629396137385533352013-11-27T01:13:00.001+05:002013-11-27T01:13:14.873+05:00November<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
November 2013, the month that turned it all around.<br />
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The winters, the love for coffee and baking cupcakes after eons.<br />The feelings as I pack for my hostel.<br />The realisation of the love I am surrounded with.<br />They say one turns over a new leaf, I say I jumped on to a new leaf and it started raining.<br />Not all rains are good, by the way. But, I love rain nonetheless ^_^<br />I've heard that snow's better than rain, I believe that to be true :D<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-80298892071193428272013-11-12T16:31:00.004+05:002013-12-01T03:10:24.966+05:00Autumn Liebster Award<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In all the days I was busy, my blogger friends made sure that I felt special whenever I decided to resume my blogging stead. And, guess what? Their mission was accomplished. I got two awards and a tag while I was away. And, they have indeed made me feel very very very very special ^_^</div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 13px;"><br />Liebster award exists only on the internet, and is given to bloggers by other bloggers. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit;">It has German origins – the word “liebster” has several definitions: dearest, sweetest, kindest, nicest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, welcome and the likes... Yes, it's very special indeed :) </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit;">[via </span><a href="http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/">http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com</a>]</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">The first Liebster Award is from none other than Miss Ridx. She is one of the most amazing bloggers there is :'). You are missing out on a lot if you haven't visited her </span><a href="http://miss-ridx.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">blog</span></a><span style="color: #cc0000;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #e69138;">Then, the Midnight Autumn Tag is from </span><a href="http://miss-ridx.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Miss Ridx</span></a><span style="color: #e69138;"> too (She specially designed this one herself)</span><br /><span style="color: #a64d79;">And, the second Liebster Award (I love the award she chose, I mean look at the cute heart ^_^) is from </span><a href="http://talkinginmydream.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Harshini Naidu</span></a><span style="color: #a64d79;"> (She writes the most spell-bounding posts). Do visit her blog, </span><a href="http://talkinginmydream.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Talking in my Dream</span></a><span style="color: #a64d79;">. </span></span></td></tr>
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Now, I have to answer ten questions each, in return for receiving the three awards/tags. But, since I accepted them together I'll answer a combination of questions asked by Ridx and Harshini which will be ten in totality.<br />
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<b>Q1.</b> (Asked by Miss Ridx) <b>Have you ever made a prank call? </b><br />
<i>Oh yes. Many times. This one time we called our school teacher and ordered pizza from him. When he told us that he does not sell pizza, we asked him if he knew a good 'Chinese Pizza Place'. Haha. Chinese Pizza. The nerves tend to do that xD</i><br />
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<b>Q2. </b>(Asked by Miss Ridx) <b>Do you prefer blue or black inked pens?</b><br />
<i>BLACK ALL THE WAY!</i><br />
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<b>Q3.</b> (Asked by Miss Ridx) <b>Would you ever want to learn to fly?</b><br />
<i>Know what? If their is one superpower I'd love to have, it would definitely be the ability to FLY ^_^</i><br />
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<b>Q4. </b>(Asked by Miss Ridx) <b>Favourite drink?</b><br />
<i>Coffee.</i><br />
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<b>Q5.</b> (Asked by Miss Ridx) <b>Go to the color of the eyes?</b><br />
<i>I like Dark Green eyes.</i><br />
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<b>Q6. </b>(Asked by Harshini)<b> If you could describe yourself in one word, what would it be?</b><br />
<i>Odd.</i><br />
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<b>Q7.</b> (Asked by Harshini) <b>What is the best gift you were ever given?</b><br />
<i>There are two, actually. A Lava Lamp (It turns purple when switched on) and a Pen (It's a very special pen).</i><br />
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<b>Q8. </b>(Asked by Harshini) <b>Where would your dream vacation be?</b><br />
<i>Doesn't matter where. What matters is with whom. :)</i><br />
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<b>Q9.</b> (Asked by Harshini) <b>Your best attribute?</b><br />
<i>I have a super long nose :p</i><br />
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<b>Q10. </b>(Asked by Harshini) <b>Why do you blog?</b><br />
<i>I love writing. I usually don't make sense when I'm writing. That's not good if one wants to write a book. But, it's perfect if one chooses to blog. :)</i><br />
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Since Liebster awards and Autumn Tags are to be passed on. I came up with a combination of both that I can award to my favorite bloggers :D<br />
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<b>BEHOLD! The AUTUMN LIEBSTER AWARD! ^_^</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Created this award myself, specially for you guys :')<br />Oh, and the background is a painting of mines that I painted on a wall.</span></i></td></tr>
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Now, the receivers of the Autumn Liebster Award :D<br />
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<b>Abdullah Ehsan</b> from <a href="http://banoony.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Banoony Phanoony</a>-<i>You are the funniest young blogger out there.</i><br />
<b>Labibah Ehsan</b> from <a href="http://purple-shurple.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Purple Sparkles</a>-<i>Your posts make me smile every time.</i><br />
<b>Nadal Hadi</b> from <a href="http://tiliclearmyhead.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Til' I Clear My Head</a>-<i>Your blog is the one that inspired me to start blogging in the first place :)</i><br />
<a href="https://plus.google.com/100515190940886858267/posts" target="_blank"><b>Ifrah Ishfaq</b></a>-<i>Even though you don't write a blog but the way you encourage me each time keeps me going. Thank you so much.</i><br />
<b>Yusra Hussain</b> from <a href="http://soyusraish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Biting Blissfully into a Divine Cupcake</a>-<i>You're one of the first bloggers who made me want to keep blogging. Awesome hou.</i><br />
<b>Shonazee</b> from <a href="http://shonazee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Life Goes On</a>-<i>She's a Doctor-To-Be who has been there to tell me that something special out there is waiting for me.</i><br />
<b>Raaji</b> (I Romanticise) from <a href="http://raajii.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Writing For Life</a>-<i>Your blog is my place to be at when I need to calm down my mind. The way you write is peaceful, no matter what you write about.</i><br />
<b>Ph_</b> from<a href="http://phsays.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Cascading Thoughts</a>-<i>Because, you are one of the first readers of this blog :')</i><br />
<b>Momina Latif</b> from <a href="http://momina17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Everlasting Thoughts<i>-</i></a><i>Don't you ever abandon us again. Cyber-world seems incomplete with you.</i><br />
<b>Zeba</b> from <a href="http://zebra-talk.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Zebra Talk</a>-<i>One day, I want to write like you. Your words never fail to inspire me.</i><br />
<b>Aqsa Faisal</b> from <a href="http://aqsa-asfa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Living My Own Legend</a><i>-Your blog posts are so full of life. They speak of strength, bravery and adventure. I love that. Also, you make me feel good about myself :3</i><br />
<b>Ariba Shahid</b> from<a href="http://iariba.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> iAriba</a><i>-No reason. You're a PAFIAN blogger who dedicates her posts to me, what more can I possibly say :')</i><br />
<b>Raiha</b> from <a href="http://funandyoungs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Raiha Khan's Blog</a><i>-I don't usually read much realistic stuff. But, when it comes to your blog posts, I do just that :D</i><br />
<b>Rajesh</b> from <a href="http://longwinterchill.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Seasons in the Sun</a>-<i>You're one of the few bloggers out there whose poetry connects, makes sense and is worth being read over and over again.</i><br />
<b>Irene</b> from <a href="http://melodiesinthesand.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Melodies in the Sand</a>-<i>Even though I haven't known you for that long but I adore your posts and the fact that you're an artist.</i><br />
<b>Nupur</b> from <a href="http://purplefantassyy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Purple Fantassyy</a>-<i>The way you write is cute :) And, I love your blog's name (even though I've told you this before).</i><br />
<b>Ovais</b> from <a href="http://18downingstreet.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">18 Downing Street</a><i>-His posts are real. No lies and no exaggerations. One of the best Paki bloggers out there.</i><br />
<b>Smile Khan</b> from <a href="http://hameem-h.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My Everland</a><i>-She's a French Pakistani who writes patriotic posts at times and lives in Paris! You're teaching me french someday :D</i><br />
<b>Fahaad Humayun</b> from <a href="http://thankyousiralex.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Special One</a><i>-Yes, I get how much you hate responding to blogger awards but this one is just to say thank you for being there at my very first online writing venture at tVOY till now. You're awesome. I love reading your blog. And, you're good at making your point. :)</i><br />
<b>Ayesha</b> from <a href="http://whenlifegivesyouberries.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Berry Talks</a><i>-Oh, Berry. ^_^ Berry and Benny till the end of times.</i><br />
<b>MS</b>-<i>Because, you read my blog when nobody else did ^_^</i><br />
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Follow the following steps if you are one of the Award Receivers (The ones who run their own blogs)<br />
#1. Answer the <u>Ten Questions</u> I have typed below in a post at your blog<br />
#2. Tag people in the post whom you wish to pass on the Autumn Liebster Award to.<br />
#3. Ask ten questions from the award receivers :)<br />
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You can just save the award and post it at your blog. Sometimes, we're unable to pass it on. If you can do that then it's awesome. Otherwise, just know that <i style="color: #351c75; font-weight: bold;">I did this to let you all know that each one of you is very special to me. :)</i><br />
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<u style="color: #351c75;">The Ten Questions</u><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Q1. Describe yourself in three words.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q2. Your best Home Alone experience?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q3. A perfect evening is?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q4. Think quick. Fish or Fries? </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q5. Which place will you travel to if you have the option to visit any place in the world (free of cost)?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q6. Winters or Summers?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q7. Reason for Q6?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q8. Is the concept of having a good hand-writing over-rated?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q9. Comics or Novels?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">Q10. What is the best part about being a blogger?</span><br />
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Whoa. Posting awards takes up a lot of time. Well, this shall be it for now.<br />
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Cheers :D</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-10231671164140015372013-11-05T15:41:00.001+05:002013-11-05T15:41:20.079+05:00Wait, What?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She looked out the window, wishing it would rain. But, that would not happen. Could not happen, in fact, because it was snowing. Were it really snowflakes falling from the sky or was it her little brother on the roof tearing up one of those packing material things that the new Air Conditioners came in and making it seem like it's snowing. Wait, what? How could it snow when the new Air Conditioners came in JUST a few days ago. Oh yeah, it is summers. Seems like winters. The fan is turned on, so is the Air Conditioner. Yeah, it is summers. No snow. No rain, either. The maid's outside vacuuming. Ohhhh, the Air Conditioner's not switched on, that is just the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Air Conditioners do not make THIS much noise. But, there is too much light. Better close the curtains. Or, is the light turned on? Wait, what? But, how can she see snow if the curtains are closed.<br />
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Nothing makes sense. Means it is not time for her to wake up yet. <br /><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /><i>*Closes her eyes. Blocks out all the thoughts. Pulls over the blanket. Goes back to sleep.*</i></span><br />
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I just pulled over the blanket. It is definitely not summers!<br /><br /><i><span style="color: #674ea7;">*Shut up, Lubaina. Just sleep. And, goes back to sleep*</span></i><br />
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Yeah. This is pretty much the most happening part of my day when I have to decide whether to wake up or not. Better catch as much asleep as I can. Medical studies don't let one sleep, or so they say ;)<br /><br />Medical College does not start until Mid-December. Yayayayaay! So many holidays. ^_^</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-4897226497278710032013-10-29T17:15:00.002+05:002013-10-29T17:59:07.494+05:00Doctor-To-Be in Winter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So, where was I when I left off around 24 days ago?<br />
Oh yeah. I had my doodle-making mode on, started the Doodle Liners too. You can view them <a href="http://lluviatic-logophile.blogspot.com/search/label/Liner%20Doodles" target="_blank">here</a>. I was comfortable in summer clothes. And, was very very very nervous about my Medical College Admissions.<br />
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Well, guess what? The tables have turned! Well, not the doodle tables, just the medical and summer ones.<br />
Yes, I feel very cold these days. And yes, I did get into a Medical College that I have dreamed of getting into since I visualized the possibility of becoming a doctor. *Alhamdulillah.<br />
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Oh yes, I am one of those Doctor-To-Bes now who flaunt off their lab coats even when they're eating out. Although, I might not wear my lab coat everywhere. You know, this world can't handle THAT level of awesomeness B|<br />
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Haha. I sound so self-obsessed. But hey, who's judging.<br />
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Anyways, apart from getting past the admission-mania there was EID.<br />
I love Eids.<br />
Even though nothing much happened at Eid other than meeting my family, eating good good very good food and wasting time on Facebook liking the Eid Pictures uploaded by everybody.<br />
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Apart from Eid, there is cold in the air. The feet freeze at night when one's not wearing socks and the nose turns red. Yes, WINTER'S COMING ^_^<br />
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Oh and, the rest of my family roams around in summer clothes while I shiver in the winter ones. This might give you an idea of the extent of the 'winter' and my health level at the moment. I am A-OK, just by the way. It's just that I've embraced the winter too dearly this time around. I think.<br />
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This shall be it for now.<br />
Oh and, do not re-read Toxin by Robin Cook if you wish to eat Meat Burgers and not be haunted by gruesome diseases caused by bad meat. Well, if you still plan to read or re-read it: I DID WARN YOU!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*<b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">Alhamdulillah</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;"> (</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabic_language" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px; text-decoration: none;" title="Arabic language"><span style="color: black;">Arabic</span></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">: </span><span lang="ar" style="background-color: white; font-family: Amiri, sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;" xml:lang="ar"><b>الحمد لله</b></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">) is an </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabic_language" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px; text-decoration: none;" title="Arabic language"><span style="color: black;">Arabic phrase</span></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;"> meaning "Praise to Allah". It's most commonly used to thank Allah.</span></span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-69776101870367595422013-10-05T12:46:00.001+05:002013-10-07T21:39:08.302+05:00Crow Liner<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;">Once in a while, there's this one line that takes up all the space in our heads. It roams and runs around, it rolls and jumps up high, until this line has become a part of us. '<b>Liner Doodles</b>' is where I write those lines and create my own doodles for them, these lines are meant to be preserved. </span></div>
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A very disturbing picture made it to the front page of one of Pakistan's leading newspapers.<br />
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My Baba handed the newspaper to me in the morning, he's the one who got me into the habit of reading them. But, I closed my eyes. He made the Is-Everything-Ok-Question-Mark face. I explained that there's a picture I'd prefer not looking at on the front page. He laughed. And said,</div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">"Have you heard of the crow who closes its eyes just before the cat is about to attack? Or, the ostrich that buries its head in the ground when a flood is approaching?"</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Love you Baba <3</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-39517300585660295502013-10-04T00:54:00.000+05:002013-10-04T00:54:42.325+05:00Two Shout Outs!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here's to the two who keep me sane as I miss the third one.<br />
Here's to the two who make sure there is not a single boring moment in our lives.<br />Here's to the two who brim with life and smiles... and, <b><i><span style="color: red;">c</span><span style="color: orange;">o</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">l</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">o</span><span style="color: blue;">u</span><span style="color: magenta;">r</span><span style="color: red;">s</span></i></b>.<br /><br />Abdullah and Labibah, my little brother and sister started their own blogs. I know it's late but this post is dedicated to them two, and their blogs.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Here's a shout out for Abdullah's blog: </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>BANOONY PHANOONY!</b><br />(Inspired by monkeys, bananas and the joy in life)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Here's a shout out for Labibah's blog:<b> Purple Sparkles!</b><br />(Inspired by all things pink and purple, happenings and daily life)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Here's a shout out for Huthaifa! He's truly missed at home.</span></div>
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That would be all three of my siblings :')<br />MashaAllah*.<br /><br />Also, I'm planning on posting regular Shout Outs and Guest Posts of my favorite blogs and bloggers here at blog-o-sphere. There's always room for some goodwill ^_^<br /><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-80242300950752079092013-09-29T13:10:00.000+05:002013-10-05T12:01:36.334+05:00Star Liner<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black; text-align: left;">Sarah Kay's TED Talk is one of the best TED talks I've listened to. You can watch it <a href="http://vimeo.com/27328016" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />Yes, still no Youtube in Pakistan. I miss Youtube though.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-89685396394945439202013-09-25T15:49:00.001+05:002013-09-26T18:45:57.060+05:00Back at the Road Not Taken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey BLOG ^_^<br />
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No, I shall not keep calm. I've missed blogging, I've missed having no study to do and I've missed reading whenever and wherever I felt like it. Well, even thought this won't last very long. I will be going to a good Medical School in a few months (I really really hope and pray that I do). But, I still have free time on my hands for now.<br />
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Well, nothing much happened in the past few weeks except the study-eat-sleep routine. </div>
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Apart from that, remember how my family randomly plans road trips? Yeah, that happened. This time, we headed off for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbottabad" target="_blank">Abottabad</a>. Of course, I took my pile of course books along and while they explored the city I sat back in our room to study.</div>
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This one time I went out for a walk with Mama, Baba and my little brother Abdullah just after the sunrise. We came across this road among the woods that reminded me of 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I happen to be NOT a photographer, just captured this one because it fit the poem so perfectly. <br />And, my very awesome friend, Maheen Khan, thought so too. ^_^<br />P.S. The title of this photograph is not the same as the poem, that would be stealing probably. I guess :p</span></td></tr>
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Also, started The Book Thief. Many say it's the best read ever. *fingers crossed*<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-17453577777303716212013-09-05T14:05:00.003+05:002013-09-05T14:06:29.731+05:00Nineteenth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A Wise Penguin one said,<br />
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That wise penguin was so right. <br />
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In fact, I got to meet my friends whom I hadn't met in a long long time when they came over to give me a Surprise Birthday Party. Seeing them was the most indescribable moment of happiness :') WITH AN AMAZING CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH THE BEST ICING AND BUNTIES DECORATION ^_^<br />
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Also, got wishes from my family whom I hadn't reached out to in a long long time either. <br />
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Not to mention all the popularity I gained as my Barney Nutcase Family flooded my Facebook timeline with all the wishes and the posts and the pictures AND kept my cellphone busy with all their calls trying to do as much as they can while being kilometers apart. <br />
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I love the people I have in my life. I am so so so so blessed to have them.<br />
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Yeah, I had one of the bestestestest 19th Birthdays one can ever have, yesterday. ^_^<br />
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Also, I'm stuck under a pile of books preparing for my Medical College Entry Test. And, watching Suits, of course.<br />
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The test's on 22nd September 2013, till then 'Hey Blog and fellow awesome When It Rains readers, I'll be taking a break from my sanctuary. Will be back with a whole new Flashback Series :D'<br />
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Have any ideas? Mail them to me at whenitrains.blogspot@hotmail.com :)<br />
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CHEERS ^_^</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-35736997799772234012013-08-16T13:17:00.001+05:002013-08-16T13:17:36.066+05:00Trip to the North<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u><span style="color: #cc0000;">Warning: Below are not-so-cheery emotions that contradict with the motto of this blog. </span></u></div>
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I remember how I gave my blog a Green theme last year on 14th August. That day was special and amazing, because last year I got the most unexpected yet the most amazing results. Alhamdullillah.<br /><br />I've spent an entire year floating on that 'Happy Cloud'. I made it when it was least expected from me to.<br />
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I guess, I had sketched out a mental image of the same happening this year too. But, it didn't.<br />My grades turned out to be lower than my own expectations, let alone the expectations of those around me.<br /></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Expectations torment us, in the end. Yes, they do."</span></b></i></div>
<br />Well, just as I thought I had lost it all and would not make it through, my family planned a road trip!<br />Did I mention before about how random my family is? I LOVE THEM.<br /><br />It was supposed to be a one-day trip to any Northern City. Instead, my Baba drove all the way to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malakand_District" target="_blank">Malakand</a>. He then randomly decided to go meet a friend in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swat_District" target="_blank">Swat Valley</a>. And, then just as randomly we headed off to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malam_Jabba" target="_blank">Malam jabba</a> as well. Yeah, it turned into a two-day trip to beautiful areas. I guess, sometimes all one needs is a trip to the North.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<i><b><span style="color: #38761d;">"It's the green, I tell you. Green has this calming effect; a soothing aura."</span></b></i></div>
<br />I had not gotten out of bed since I got to know about my result. I detested every minute of the way that I had not wanted to be on a road trip; I'd rather watch rerun of Friends at home. I do not remember any hour that passed without a crying tantrum from my end. What was I supposed to do? I talked to my friends, didn't attend most of the calls or return the messages asking about my result and lent out the anger on my family who have a lot of patience for bearing with me and well... didn't write it down until I read Fahaad's Blog Post. You can read it <a href="http://thankyousiralex.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/325550/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">A the end of the day, this trip cured me. It could have been my worst fall ever. But, it wasn't. And, it isn't. I'm ready with my newest battle armor, my newest strength and my even more newest resolve. Yeah, this can count as an over-use of the word 'newest'. </span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-18504758810031434272013-08-08T17:19:00.002+05:002013-08-08T17:20:14.815+05:00Out Of The Eid #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since every <span style="color: #351c75;">EID</span> experience is an out of the odd experience, this post is the first of its kind under my self made category of 'Out Of The Odd' at When it Rains. You can read more Out Of The Odd posts <a href="http://lluviatic-logophile.blogspot.com/search/label/Out%20Of%20the%20Odd" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Even though <span style="color: #351c75;">EID</span> comes every year, just like my birthday. But, I'm usually almost always (Yeah, the un-sure-ness does exist) more excited at the thought of <span style="color: #351c75;">EID</span> than my birthdays. Nobody likes getting old after all. I'm already legal even though I don't feel like it.<br />
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Anyways, practiced hand lettering, all in the <span style="color: #351c75;">Spirit of EID</span> :D<br />
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<i>On a totally unrelated note</i>, <span style="color: #351c75;">I LOVE *GULAB JAMUN</span> :D<br />
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<i>On a totally related note</i> this time, our camera broke down like two years ago and my Baba hasn't bothered buying a new one since. Thus, the pictures at my blog are taken using my 3.2 megapixel cellphone camera. Thus, ignore the quality. Yeah, the point was to explain the not-so-good 'image quality'.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">EID MUBARAK</span> TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE CELEBRATING EID TODAY :D</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">EID MUBARAK</span> TO ALL THOSE WHO WILL CELEBRATE EID TOMORROW :D (Most Probably)</div>
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Oh and, lastly <i>on a totally unrelated-ly related</i> note, <span style="color: #351c75;">I LIKE TYPING IN CAPITALS</span> :D</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*Gulab Jamun is this delicious *mithai: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1tHau2UDgxefqkQocSufVxtFjGALPHnd07amYl1B2h2Bfq4N0vwSITJrTF0u9-vvUMZA2POb9ygf8rz39MIICxJnO1Cg3Ymf-Jx4Y3hkA9bw-qbp9YjIejXiS8w3w-dNIqLuhDGtaxzI/s400/gulab-jamun.jpg">https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1tHau2UDgxefqkQocSufVxtFjGALPHnd07amYl1B2h2Bfq4N0vwSITJrTF0u9-vvUMZA2POb9ygf8rz39MIICxJnO1Cg3Ymf-Jx4Y3hkA9bw-qbp9YjIejXiS8w3w-dNIqLuhDGtaxzI/s400/gulab-jamun.jpg</a>. </i><i>*Mithai are the South Asian Sweets usually made of sugar, milk and condensed milk. Learn more about them at: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Asian_sweets">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Asian_sweets</a></i></span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-49079473379232558152013-07-31T14:42:00.000+05:002013-07-31T14:44:33.167+05:00Noodles Doodles Schmoodles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Came back from Karachi day before yesterday. It sure was a wankydoodle-ish trip. </div>
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Well, before I get time to write about all that happened among the winds of the city I love, here's the<b> Ink on Watercolour doodle </b>I mentioned in my last post. </div>
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Also, the title of this post is not the name I gave to this doodle, it's just a combination of rhyming words I like.</div>
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Baba says I could name this doodle as 'Time Shift' or 'Time Travel' since it depicts most of what has been or still is close to me and some of the most memorable memories since I've been born. Oh well, I'll go with Baba's name suggestions then.</div>
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I have to start studying again for Medical College Admission Test (MCAT).</div>
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I'll get on with the Karachi Trip post during my study breaks InshaAllah.<br />
<br />I know it's early but I can't wait for Eid! ^_^</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-85024949429545235562013-07-23T00:48:00.001+05:002013-07-23T00:48:44.094+05:00Barrel Roll ^_^<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Remember how I wrote about the skin burning Summers in the last post?<br />
Well, the very next day after that post it started raining. A LOT.<br />
LIKE, VERY A LOT LOT LOT ^_^<br />
And, the weather has been pleasant since then.<br />
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Also, I'M GOING TO KARACHI TOMORROW!<br />
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAYYY!<br />
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Also, also, I recently finished this Ink on Watercolour Doodle.<br />
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I've been experimenting with Synthetic Enamel Paint these days and trying to paint the wooden boxes at my home to make them look worthwhile. Will post updates on that after I return from Karachi.<br />
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I SO HAPPY ^_^<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-30000297347620188592013-07-18T18:52:00.002+05:002013-07-18T20:29:29.601+05:00Summer Reasons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just realised (Well, realised a few days ago but I've been very lazy) that it was my blog's </div>
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First Birthday last month!</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I started this blog on 9th March 2012 and officially started blogging on 1st June 2013. Yeah, took me three months to finally write it out. Well, as I said, I've been very very very lazy AND busy with the entry test and shifting and shizz.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">BUT, WHOA! ONE ENTIRE YEAR!</span></b></div>
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On a very normal day I would've launched myself right into the celebration mode but on a day like today all I can say is: BAUHAT ZIADA GARMI HAI! <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Read: The Summer heat is roasting me into a burnt up Banana.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>*reverting back to my thankful and cheery self now*</b></span></div>
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I guess I shall make a list of all that I like about SUMMERS and maybe that'll make everything seem normal again.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Reason #1</span>. I am awesome. Okay, no.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Reason #1-edited.</span> SWIMMING! ^_^ What is better than moping about the hot weather the entire day and then finally getting to dive in that <i>big ocean of very-ice-cube-cold-goodness</i>. Well, it's not THAT big and nor have I gone swimming since a few weeks now, but this can count as a reason.<br />
All those who think otherwise: you may go and jump in a pile of dirty socks.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Reason #2.</span></span> ICE CREAM. This is a summer filled with Ice Cream and Ice Cream Shakes for us. Somehow, Baba has realised that keeping the freezer stocked with ice cream flavours is essential for the happiness of his children.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Reason #3</span>. Playing in the RAIN. Yeah, try going out in the winter rain and you'll hear my Mama calling out "Come back inside or no coffee for a week!". So, since we can't enjoy the rain in winters to the fullest, summer rains are always worth the wait. Conclusively, exactly why summer rains are amazing: One can splash in the water paddles and face the sky as it rains without a care of the world.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75;">Here's our recent rain routine:<br />Go out in the rain, get soaking wet, the boys usually shampoo their hair in the rain too (Hehe yeah, True Story) and then as soon as mama steps out in the veranda run to her while shouting "Mamaaaa! Thandi baarish hai!" (Translation: Mamaaa! The rain's so cold!). And, repeat.</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Reason #4.</span> Since we can't go out much and there's not much to do at home except blaming the weather, us brothers and sisters finally have a common enemy rather than each other.<br />
The common enemy: The people who supply the electricity, of course. Yeah, we're having spells of no-electricty-ness during these summers after every hour!<br />
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Oh and that reminds me, the electricity dies out for only an hour the entire day during Ramadhan. On this thought: <b><i>Ramadhan Mubarak to all the Muslims out there!</i></b> :)<br />
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I shall be off now, even the laptop's heat is getting too much :3<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><i>For all those who are wondering: our Air Conditioners usually don't work during the day due to low voltage problem. But, the times that our Air Conditioners do work is one of the bestestest moments of the day :D..</i></span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-79631641035222401462013-07-07T20:27:00.000+05:002013-07-07T20:27:10.084+05:00A Month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I left Karachi on 7th June 2013, today is the 7th of July. Exactly a month since I bade farewell to the place I fell in love with in just two years. <div>
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I wish I had taken more pictures, I wish I had taken out time and explored every corner of the city where the winds never leave you and the sea is best place to hangout, and I wish I could turn back time to experience Karachi as it deserves to be experienced.</div>
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With all the thoughts I stumbled on a breath-taking video on Facebook, and the nostalgic feelings mounted up in a tower taller than Jack's Beanstalk. I miss the ever busy Shahra-e-Faisal, the new 'buzz' of going to Hyperstar and Hardees, the rocks of Manora, the sunset by the Shahra-e-Faisal bridge (It's sad how I never learned the name of that bridge), the moment one feels a part of a great culture by the old buildings next to Zainab Market and the drive on a road that leads to Naheed Super Market which has trees lined up on both its sides (Yes, I didn't learn this road's name either). Well, even though I don't live in Karachi anymore, but I know that a part of me still resides there. I hope I get to visit Karachi sooner than soon.<br /><br />Oh and, you can watch the video of Karachi Time Lapse here, IT'S AMAZING ^_^ :</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The video and this picture above is by Fazz Kazi.<br />(<a href="https://www.facebook.com/FazzKazi">https://www.facebook.com/FazzKazi</a>)</td></tr>
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THANK YOU FAZZ KAZI.</div>
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<b>I LOVE YOU KARACHI.</b></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-24125703212853897362013-06-24T14:57:00.000+05:002013-06-24T14:57:01.130+05:00These Two. Featuring: Abdullah and Labibah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Midst all the skin-burning, hair-sweating, fire-blasting and just a very very very very hot weather with no electricity, is me. Sitting with a Chemistry book, training but not complaining. What's the point of our SAT scores or CIE grades or the rest of the shizz anyway if at the end of the day we have to prepare for the 'Entry Tests' all over again. I mean, can't we get admissions based on our co-curricular record and school grades alone? Interviews are acceptable though.<br /><br /><b>Oh well, with all that going on. There is this going on too.</b><br /><br />He runs into my room asking for scotch-tape saying it's very important and that he needs a scotch tape right away. I'm curious but I don't ask. Minutes later he has got newspaper wrapped around his feet. My first though, did he get hurt and not find bandages?<br /><br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me:</span></b> Abdullah, why do you have newspaper wrapped around your feet?<br /><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Abdullah:</span></b> Oh, nothing.<br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me:</span></b> This can't be nothing.<br /><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Abdullah:</span></b> Actually these are newspaper shoes.<br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me: </span></b>*looking at him with a bewildered expression*<br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Abdullah:</b></span> Oh, you know. <b>So that my feet get wet but not dirty when I got out in the rain!</b> :D<br /><br />Who needs a break to watch movies when you have this little rascal in the house :D</div>
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<br />The below happened on another day.<br /><br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me:</span></b> Abdullah, change your night suit already.<br /><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Abdullah:</span></b> Don't boss me.<br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me:</span></b> Yeah, but that doesn't mean you won't change it.<br /><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Abdullah:</span></b> Oh I wont, you'll see.<br />
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Oh and, this happened too.<br />I'm sleepy but I just have to finish two chapters before I go to sleep.<br />Abdullah arrives with a torch in his mouth.<br /><br /><b><span style="color: purple;">Me:</span></b> Ummmmm, why are you eating a torch?<br /><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Abdullah:</b></span> Oh, you know. When I turn off lights and turn on the torch, my cheek<b> GLOWS</b>! *___*<br /><br />With this eleven year old brother in the house, giving me all the laughs just as it seems the end of the world. And, the cute little nine year old <span style="color: #0b5394;">Labibah</span>, who's going to unleash her 'evil-ness' on me when she reads that I called her 'little', I'm pretty sure I'll make it through all the humongous pile of books I have to study :D<br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">I love you Abdullah</span> (Yes, he's going to make puke-ish sounds as soon as he reads this :3)<br /><span style="color: #0b5394;">I love you Labibah</span> (Yes, she's going to give me a hug when she reads this :D)<br /><br /></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-15714310422433343822013-06-21T22:38:00.000+05:002013-06-21T22:38:21.252+05:00Moving, Yet Again (Take 2) -Featuring: Marvin.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
*Puts away her books for Medical College Entry Test for a while*<br />
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I wonder what would it be like for a passerby to witness an oh-so-random family like mines.<br />
Aaaaah.. This time I won't be the narrator, I'll write the second part of the story of shifting from Karachi to Kamra from the perspective of a person who saw us the entire time. Observed us. Noted down our actions. Ok, this is getting creepy. But, I guess I've made my point.<br />
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So, here it is. 'Moving Yet, Again (Take 2)' from the eyes of Marvin :D<br /><br />
Note for the wise: This story is very real. Apart from the introduction of 'Marvin'.<br />
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I'm sitting in the corner of the Business Express Waiting Lounge in Karachi. It'll be my first trip in this train, the one train that will 'bring in a new era in Pakistan Railways'. I guess I am looking forward to the trip but I'll be travelling alone, so I'm not so sure. Even though I chose to go my train rather than an airplane myself. 'For the Spirit of Adventure!'. A 17-hour journey all by myself, well it's good I brought along Inferno. Nothing better than Robert Langdon for company :)<br />
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That's when I spot them. Two little children racing to get the spot in the lounge right in front of the Air Conditioner. I mean, isn't the entire room cold? Wait, what? Now their dad is giving them money so that they go and get snacks as he gets the seat in front of the Air Conditioner. This wasn't entirely it. The mom then stepped in and sat with the dad, following her were a dozen bags! There was a girl keeping watch on the bags, their daughter I suppose. Ok, so three kids and two parents, but what's with all the bags?! I keep my cellphone in hand in case they start threatening the people that there are explosives in the bags. But, that doesn't happen. Three other people, two guys and a girl who looks the same age as the elder daughter enter the lounge in a while, they're here to see off the family. To be honest, I thought they were a part of the family, which would've explained the gazillion bags but they didn't get on the train. So, yeah.<br />
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Ok, before you get any second thoughts. I know who got on the train and that no bags were left behind not because I'm a stalker or anything, but because I got the compartment right next to this ummmm... 'different' family. No sooner were we all boarded and the train took off, there is a loud banging sound from the compartment next door. 'BANG!' I ignore, Langdon's in Italy after all. 'BANG BANG DUM THUSH' I ignore. I can't possibly leave Robert with partial amnesia alone. 'DUM DUM DHA DHA DHAAAAA!' Ok. This is creepy now. I open the door to my compartment realising that the noises are from the compartment of the 'different family' and the train's guard and the conductor are trying their best to open the door. Yes, the lock of the compartment wasn't unlocking. Well, the guard managed to pry the door open and the family decided to keep it open for the entire journey. I came out of my compartment and sat by the window in the hall way of the train, i guess that's what it's called. Only to find both the little kids stumble out of the compartment saying 'We want chocolate frogs? Where's the trolley guy with Bertie Bott's every flavored jelly beans and Chocolate frogs?' Oh, so they are Harry Potter fans too is what crosses my mind just as the 'trolley guy' turns up. Them both end up getting loads of board games, while the mom, dad and elder daughter are snuggled up reading books.</div>
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The dad closes his book and as if knowing that he's hungry the mom closes her book too and takes out the food bag. Ok, don't judge me. But, this was one family I couldn't help but notice. No sooner are they done with their lunch, the little two climb up on the upper bunk of the compartment, but they look down every other second and tell their mom about what's happening on the upper bunk. 'Mamaaaa, Abdullah just drew a tree on his sketch pad' 'Maamaaaaa, I beat her in Checkers'.. and it continues. In the meanwhile, the dad starts on with his stories of the 'young days' when he used to travel by train all the time. Well, the little kids get bored with their board games and the mom and the elder daughter start their 'duels' of board game. Now, it's a duel because the entire family seemed in a state of war. The little brother had sided with the elder daughter while the little daughter had sided with the mom. The dad was the judge. Their compartment rang with battle cries! It was a <i>LUDO</i> match. 'KILL THE YELLOW ONE IN FRONT OF YOUUU!' 'LUBAINAAAAA! DIE! DIE! DIE' 'NOOOOOOO' 'Calm down, calm down, it's just a game' 'I WILL NOT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT'.. Oh well, the mom won at the end. Very soon, they were sleepy only to find out the there were no blankets left for their compartment. But, yeah. They had a bed sheet in one of their gaziilion bags and the dad got off at the next station and bought <i>chaddar</i> too. The elder daughter came out in the halfway, engrossed in her book again while the rest of them slept. But, the lights were only turned off only after the little brother got done with his 'Sock Puppet Show'..<br />
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And, they closed the compartment's door. Where was I? Oh yeah, Langdon. He kept me company during the night while the elder daughter was lost in Cecelia Ahern's words. Oh, and know what? We reached Lahore two hours early the next day!<br />
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Note from Lubaina: We're two brothers and two sisters in reality. But, one of my brother's was already in Lahore. This story would have been more dramatic with him and his theatrical antics though :P<br />
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Next stop: Kamra. Finally :D<br /><br />Note for the wise: the doodles above have been doodled by me. I'd like it if these are not plagiarized :)<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Lubaina E. Avoid Plagiarism. </div>Lubaina E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074289638784974914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805777658758621179.post-62939362178059522442013-06-15T22:59:00.000+05:002013-06-16T10:22:27.141+05:00Moving, Yet Again (Take 1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Featuring: Barney Nutcase Family and Habshis. (What could be better? :') )<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">In case I forget when I turn eighty: both the names above are of the amazing-estestestest family and best-estestest group of friends I found at Karachi :)</span><br />
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So much to write, such little time.</div>
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To make it short: I’m done with my A Levels, no school
anymore. *sigh* *And, another sigh* And, I moved, yet again, from Karachi to Kamra (Yeah, you might have
to Google-ofy this city, it’s near Attock but unknown to even most of the
Pakis) *SIIIIIGH*</div>
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I’ll be starting off with my Out Of the Odds in a few weeks, but before that, this traveler owes the world a story. A story of all the sdfghjklgfdvbfrt-esses (Read: I do not have words to describe all that happened as we left Karachi and came to Kamra)<br />
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Yeah, before telling my friends or gulping down the news of ‘moving, yet again’ that was stuck like a huge bite of burger that refused to go in while making me seem like the most uncivilized person as the mayo plastered my face, and clothes too... Ok, this is a weird expression. But, oh well. I doodled this 'Life is but an ADVENTURE' poster knowing that whatever happens, does happen for the best. Sounds cliched, but oh well. I write' oh well' too much no? Oh well...</div>
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And then, I got down to texting my friends and letting them know that I’ll be moving the very next day of our last exam. Hahaha, yeah, many of my ‘Barney Nutcase Family’ members were ready to kidnap me and keep me in Karachi. You know, it’s not such a bad idea. And then, in came their tries of working out a ‘Farewell Party’ for me on the last day of our exam. Maaaayyyyyyyn, I love them :’)</div>
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Also, they made me feel as if I’m sick and going to die :3.. Yeah, that was the level of effort they were putting in as they wanted me to leave Karachi HAPPY-LY. And, I did :D</div>
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After the exam what is worth being remembered is the baffoonry at Amara’s home after exam, then the ultra-mega-acts-of-awesome-ness at the Grill House (them lot made a freakin’ tower of cans as the waiters and Manager of that place gave us ‘the eyes’. If only looks could drive us out of a restaurant :3) and then off to PAF Museum for the rides :D Too childish? Meh. We’re young B) We battled it out in the dodging cars SIX TIMES! By the end of it, most of us had aching arms and disoriented noses and rattled teeth and churning stomachs. (No, no, thankfully we had no accidents :3) Bbuuuuut, it was worth it.</div>
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By the way, this hangout had the largest turn up of all the hangouts of the two years!</div>
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See, I’m loved xD</div>
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If this wasn’t enough. As soon as I got back home I had
another group of friends ready to take me to the Arenaaaaa ^_^</div>
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Did I write how loved I felt that day? </div>
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Oh and I fell during Ice Skating at the Arena. Lubaina has a
good day and no accidents happen? Hahaha. Wait. HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Never happens.</div>
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Buuut, the best part about the ice skating rink was GIRL
POWER XD Mayn, I’ve been waiting to write this down since daaaayyysssss. The
guys in the rink didn’t really know how to ice skate while us girls whizzed
passed them in attempts of making them fall down (Yeah, call us evil.. But
then, Meeshal and I did get paid back by falling down ourselves too, no?)</div>
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I had a good good day :’)</div>
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Only to wake up the next morning with high fever and a back
ache ‘cause of the fall during ice skating. But, that story’s for another day.
For now, I have stupid study to do to get an admission at a stupid medical college.
They say, we need to stay positive. Soooo, I guess it’ll be ‘veerrryyy
niiiccceee’ study to do to get into a ‘verrryyy niiiiiccceee’ medical college.
Don’t judge, I’m not this two-faced the rest of the times. </div>
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<br />P.S. FEELS SO GOOOD TO BE BACK ^____^<br />
I’ve missed writing out everything random-ly-lame-ly-weird-no-matter-what-it-is at my blog :’)<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Meeshal, Maheen, Kajol, Sadia, Mehraz, Moaaz, Khushhal, Junaid,
Mehraz, Amara, Najam, Tooba, Saad Haseeb, Saad Rafi, Ubaid, Hassaan AK (Hassaan
Akhrot Khan :p), Zeest, Wasti, Aqsa Bongi, Minahil, Rija, Iqra and Abdullah.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME ^_^ </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><b>I OWE THE LAST DAYS AT KARACHI KI HAPPINESS TO YOU
GUYS ^_^<br />(Yeah, even though most of the above probably won't read this post 'cause they're 'too cool with the shades on' or too engrossed in the 'entry test studies'. But, this post would've been incomplete without their mention. So, yeah)</b></span></div>
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