I got something from JaG Spot about the new book of Harry Potter. For those of you who still have to read the book (me, too still have to read it), bear with me and JaG Spot then. I don’t care who will feel sad but the readers have to pay this so be sad together okay :D

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLOSE MY BLOG IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW IT YET, SERIOUSLY I WARNED YOU!

Or if you really want to know it, just scroll-down ;) but don’t blame me if you feel disappointed or whatever, you are already warned LOL

But I know, the more warns you get, the more curious you will be! LOL

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DUMBLEDORE DIES ON PAGE 596

ahahahahahahahahahahah >:)

Burn, burn it, burn!!!

But on the other side I took deep breathe that it’s not Snape LOL because honestly I watch HP mostly to watch how Snape acts, he’s so fucking cool, huh? ;) hahahahah!

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When all the busy days fuck you enough, when all the people around you tell you what to do, when all the people ask you why you changed your way to blog, the best option is just to be yourself and when it’s needed, beach is my best option to take a rest. From before till now, all what I have in my mind about vacation is only going to the beach, never have I been thinking to go to the cold place, honestly, because this country is so cold and the hot weather always annoys me, it’s different. I got people who asked me why I am changed, so what? On my blog, too, I am asked. But who cares? It’s me, me and me, maybe I don’t need to answer why, I don’t need to explain you why, just sit down and read if you like it, if not? READ! *hahahah!* I’ve never asked you all about that, I just read. And anyway, I am now typing this I got message from Raheel to change my skin, whoahahahahahahah! What’s so disturbing from this LOL I will change the skin but will have the same font size :D

Since 1999 till last year I always went to a tropic countries and when I was in Venice I couldn’t imagine how it would be if there’s a tsunami there. What I wonder is that the sea was so dead calm, the lagoon I might say and its colour is green. Venice is sinking and sinking nowadays and nobody knows how to fix (so far I’ve heard). When I was at the harbour itself, there were a stairs which could help you to step out of the ship, but the stairs were already lower than the sea itself so I was thinking like,”ah, you sink! Sink, sink! And you go to the hell!” What I think about the people there is that they are so fucking arrogant, so conceited and all what they think about is just money. You know it’s fucking hot there but you are not allowed to stand up in the shadow under the parasols you’ll find there. If you do, they will send you away from there! The best thing you have to do is just sit there to buy some drinks otherwise you’ll die by the sun. And when you loll on the wall in front of the restaurant or shop, the owner will take a glass of water and pour the wall with water so that you can’t loll anymore. I once was with the tour leader and another tourists, standing in front of the wine shop and few of them lolled on the wall, the owner came and poured it with water and insulted us with his fucking Italian’s language then we insulted him back with our language, we didn’t care whether he understood us or not, he was just fucking annoying.

Two years ago when I was with my ex wandering around the beach we went to the city in the night and decided to go to the bar which is located near by the beach itself. We sat on the third floor, at the terras. We looked at everything below, people came in and out and you know, all the girls usually wear tanktop or just a -you-can-see-my-boobs shirts, right? So when we were looking at the people he saw all those girls wearing tanktop with the big mountain inside. I was thinking to take a revenge because I knew my boobs aren’t big at all so I took another way to get attention from guys. Shit enough that those girls didn’t wear bra so you can imagine how big his eyes were to see them. I finally said,”hey, I am here! Motherfucker!” Sadly enough, the guys weren’t that cute but I might say that the bar workers and the bodyguards were better than this motherfucker so I started flirting them every time they looked at me *LOL* He was a lil angry but he couldn’t say anything to me because he knew he did the same to the girls, too. When we were about to go back I was drunk after drinking 4 big glasses of beer. I didn’t see the stairs and I felt down. You know what he did?!!?!? He didn’t help me in the first time but laughed at me. Damn this insensitive bastard must be killed. He laughed even though he finally helped me. On the street he still looked at butts and every time he saw a too big butts he gave commentar to me like,”damn those butts, ugly butts!” and I said,”damn this guy who walks beside me, fugly donkey!” while he was still taking my hand and walked together with me.

*is this font size too big? So yes, who cares? huahhahhahahah :P *

I remember the times when I was still living in my land, playing with my childhood friends who were my neighbours. One girl I knew since we were still a baby till we studied (not at the same school, she studied at another school), she was the only one daughter in her family, till when we were sitting at the basic school her mom was pregnant, the new baby was born, a daughter and she became my friend, I went to her house almost every day after school, we shared lots of things together. When I was still a baby I had a babysitter who worked at my house for long times till my friend got a little sister she became her babysitter.

We got another neighbour who studied at the same school as me, a fat ugly boy whom we didn’t like or maybe it’s because my neighbour’s friends were girls and we didn’t feel okay if the boy came to my house or my friend’s house. His house was located near by her house so one day he knocked on her front door, her babysitter who became the normal houseworker came to the room where we always played and watched tv to tell that he was there knocking the door. We were shocked, came to the front door to stare whether it’s true or not. He was there waiting for the houseworker to open the door. We ran away to the room and did as if we didn’t know anything, the houseworker couldn’t say no and she opened the door, he came in and went directly to the room we used to play. We were shocked, trying to find a place to hide and finally all of us (4 girls, I and my sister, my friend and her younger sister) hided in the bathroom till he went away from her house LOL.

Her younger sister was a clever girl, always got high marks at school and she likes everything about Japan till now, she also studied Japanese language as it’s her passion. One day I and my family had to move to another place, a small town which is one hour away from there. Since then we didn’t see each other, only talked on the phone while I’ve been to that city for few times after it, went to my other family’s house to celebrate someone’s birthday or just to shop but we didn’t get time to visit her house. Now that I am here in this country I remember the nice times I’ve had with them and I miss them so much. My friend’s younger sister has ever chatted with me, I also sent letter to them, I mostly phoned them. But now I don’t know where they are and how everything is going with them. I have her id on my ym but she never comes in, I have ever sent an email to her, she replied it back but then I don’t know how everything is going with both of them now. The last time I heard from her older sister was that she was learning everything that has something to do with Japan and I think she’s studying in Japan right now.

My other childhood friends who are also sisters are studying in China. I knew this because I met them again on Friendster. They were studying at the same school as me and my sister, she sat in the same class as me while her younger sister sat in the same class as my younger sister. Few days ago I got a testimonial from her. Now that I miss my other childhood friends whom I have been knowing them since we didn’t sit at school yet I feel like calling them to know where they are or just sending email, maybe I will send letter by post because I know they are not net persons, if they are net persons then I hope they will reply my email.

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You know the Friendster and Orkut, right? I find the things inside the communities are so nonsense although I’ve met my childhood friends on friendster. I only appreciated some of the testimonials because those came from the people whom I know in my real life. The other? We only met each other on the net so I don’t know whether they gave me testimonials because they really had an opinions about me or because they wanted me to give a testimonial back to them. From what I’ve read on another weblogs and on the chat, most of them said,”I give you a testimonial, give it back to me okay” or that they seemed to have a friendster fight about the buddy lists. I have terminated my account on Orkut long times ago just because Orkut is slow and I didn’t find a need to sign in, besides, a guy stalked me there. I never bother how many buddies you have on your friendster nor do I bother how many buddies I have on my own friendster because … why must I? And why must I bother how many testimonials my friends have and how many I have? I don’t care, seriously.

What kind of things do I care actually? On the net I only care for the host (own site and domain name) still I am waiting for the domain name to be active, I don’t know whether my friend lied to me or not but in fact that I got it for free (domain name plus 200 MB of disk space and 5 GB of bandwidth) so all I can do is just wait for the domain name without sighing to my friend why it’s not active yet. If I have bought its domain name I should have sighed to the webmaster of course. The other thing I also care is the Google PR. I don’t know why I like seeing it higher and higher. My other site has now 5 PR and I was so shocked. This blog only has 2 PR hehe :D I miss managing something on the own site, dropping and backing up the database MySQL, making a new CSS file for the layout, installing some scripts and so. I like Word Press and Text Pattern, I’ve ever installed Text Pattern but I’m still finding out how it works. Do you have credit card? Then go to Dreamhost, sign up for Crazy Domain Insane and you will then have to put a code there, put 777 and you only have to pay for about 9 dollars in a year :)

Now about webloggers, I’ve read so many weblogs from different countries and I’ve to admit that I like how the most Pakistani blog. It’s not because my SO is Pakistani, but their way to blog is so different, I like reading those weblogs. And I don’t mean to insult my original country but their way to blog is mostly kiddos with all those smileys, shoutboxes, etc. I only like a few of them and I never say that I am a great weblogger ever LOL I am just giving my own opinion about them, I compared each weblog.

About the Da Vinci Code, honestly I find it so ridiculous, the author confused everyone and when I read about the Bible story it annoyed me a lots because it’s not true at all. If a non believers read it they probably would get lost about what’s true and what’s not true and I think that the other believers would laugh if they think it’s true.

The beginning

Yesterday after being awake in the whole night I couldn’t stand the heat anymore and decided to take a shower. As some of the people knew that I used to cry lots this year, yesterday everything changed my mind and I had a good day even though we got a rainy day. I left home at around 08:45 AM, going to the central station in another city and arrived there at around 09:30 AM. In short I meant to say that I got an appointment at the employment agency in the next city to have a type test due to the requirement of a job I’ve applied. I stepped into the train, walked through the seatplaces and sat opposite to a guy who was having a newspaper in his hands. I started reading my book while the train went and stopped at a few stations before it stopped at the last destination. The guy folded his newspaper and I, who noticed that he stared at me, looked at him. He smiled and I smiled back. Finally the train arrived at the destination place, I stepped out and so did he. I went upstair and realised that I took a wrong way, I looked at everything behind me I saw him walked behind and I did as if I wanted to turn to the right side so I turned to the right till I thought he wasn’t there anymore. I then turned back to the downstair and walked to the bus station.

The trip in the tram

I went to the bus station, stepped into a tram after I got information at the information office about which tram I had to take. I only saw one passanger at that time, a guy who sat there near by the window. It was the second time for me to go somewhere by a tram and I really had no idea how I had to stamp my card. To make sure I walked to that man and asked where the tram’s going and I asked how I had to stamp it. He stood up and helped me. We had a small talk and he also had to go to the same place, I sat opposite to him, near the window. Another passangers stepped into the tram and it went again, stopped at a few tram stops till we finally arrived in the middle of a shopping centre. We stepped out of the tram and he once again helped me to find the street I looked for. We found a map but couldn’t find the name of the street so it became more complicated for me to find, I guess it’s my first time to be there or if I’ve ever been there it must have been 2 or 3 years ago and I couldn’t remember anything. He had to go to his workplace so I thanked him for the help. I saw lots of people with their own styles of clothes, they inspired me of the daily life and activities, I compared them to my sister and I realised I’m learning more from her, her activities, her busy days, her mood to work at 2 workplaces, each of it is located in a different city. So I might say she’s also my inspiration and I’m proud to have a sister like her :)

The employment agency

So I finally found it, I came in and greeted all the people there. A guy asked,”do you come for the test?” “Yes, I do.” He offered me a seatplace and I had to wait there till it’s my turn to do the test. I sat there between few other candidates for the same job I’ve applied and all I could do was just praying and hoping for the good result. Till it’s then my turn, I came into a room which has two computers inside and I saw a girl was doing the test. I sat there and the instructor came to me to give an instruction about the test. On the screen I saw timer on the top left, the words I had to type beside the timer, the result of the words I typed. Between the words I had to type and the result there were few animation pictures, I had no idea why they made an animation pictures right between the words but I thought it’s only their trick to take my attention away from typing so I didn’t bother the animation pictures but only concentrated typing.

The first result was fine but I clicked on “restart the test” by mistake! The constructor came to me again and I explained him what happened. He asked my score and said that it was excellent, but he allowed me to restart the test again so I restarted the same test for the second time but I again made mistake that I clicked on enter while I wasn’t finished the words yet and so the result was bad, he said,”pity, with this result you can’t get allowance, your first result was so good anyway.” I said sorry and I explained him why it’s bad. He was such a friendly guy who, once again, allowed me to restart the test so I restarted the same test again for the third time *evil smiles* The third test was finally done, the result was more better than the first and second test and I’m allowed to do the next step: I got to type the numbers. I looked at the girl beside me and I saw she was doing the second test. I didn’t understand why she was still doing it from the beginning I did the first test till I was about to do the second step. So I thought I shouldn’t get a high result because I rarely typed numbers. I became more scared and nervous when I was typing the numbers and during it I heard the girl has finished the test, she got 10 mistakes and they said,”I’m sorry but we can’t accept you to work there because you made lots of mistakes.” She was about to cry and I, who was scared and nervous became more more more scared and nervous thinking,”ah, shit! Shall I get a good result? How many mistakes shall I make?!?” But I tried to concentrate more and finally got the result. The instructor came to me again, we checked the result, I got 4 mistakes but he said it’s okay. He said,”good result, follow me to talk more about the job.”

I followed him and I came to know that I’d work at the benefits agency. He will inform them and will inform me about the appointment I’d get next week. This guy who talked with me wasn’t friendly as another one and I had no idea how to be friendly to an unfriendly person, difficult! After it I went back to the tram station, got thirsty and decided to take coffee at a cafe near by. And so I finally went back to my home and told my parents about how it was going. They were happy and mom invited us to take dinner in another city.

The dinner

We went to a Chinese restaurant in another city with my sister. If I was the jury to choose the best Chinese restaurant in this country I shouldn’t choose this restaurant because the workers talked too much with each other, we waited damn too long times for our foods and I couldn’t stand hearing their Chinese accent (you know how Chinese people talk, ah?). The foods were finally ready after my dad asked when we’d get it (unbelieveable! Worse restaurant eva!). The only food I like was Hak Kaw (or how do I have to write it?). After taking food it’s raining outside and we went inside the shopping centre.

We went back to our place around 05:30 PM. My mobile ringed all the times, I got lots of text messages I was shocked but couldn’t do anything because I had no credit on my mobile and wasn’t able to send the text on the net so. We went to the next shopping centre because I needed a box to put all my bags inside. When I came back home I opened my notebook, sent messages explaining why I couldn’t reply the sms, he said sorry to me for more than once about what has happened in the night before while I already said it’s okay. In the end he said he was waiting for me for three hours and thought that I didn’t want to talk with him while I’ve already explained him why, he seemed to never get the point after being forgiven he again created something. But I then thought,”okay, you what you want, I already told you, bye.” To explain more and more has no clue at all. What a kid.

Im so damned tired. Didn’t sleep since last night and left the house very early in the morning at around 08:45 AM and i just came back home around 07:30 PM.

Damn ….

Some people just can’t change, I’ve experienced this. They judge other people without admiting their own faults, they just think they are the best in the universe. And don’t blame me if I say that most of them are guys, why? Because I’ve experienced it with guys! Always with guys! With girls?!? From all my girl friends I only know one girl who thinks she knows everything and she keeps judging someone else. Now, Islamic vs Christianity for the example, I don’t mean to make other religion down but let’s take a reality. In Islamic world, according to me, guys are more higher than girls, even woman walks behind the man, lots of women aren’t allowed to work, just take a look at an Islamic countries, this time I give Indonesia for the example. Women are allowed to work, women aren’t supposed to walk behind the men, but still, men are much higher than women. Now, let’s go to Christian countries, are women free to do lots of things? are women walking behind the men? Are women not allowed to go outside without their men?

And so about relationship, it’s difficult to change someone who thinks he’s right, difficult to change someone’s behaviour. I feel that it’s like a relation between someone who comes from a high educated family, or just someone who lives in an open minded country and a villager. His mind isn’t that widely opened to the outside world, his opinion is so low. I don’t mean to insult, but it is as what it is, if you were me you’ll get what I meant, you’ll feel the same. It’s even worse if that someone is so immature, he needs to grow up, he needs to eat more bread of life.

You know, the Firefox Extensions and Themes. So far I’ve installed one of the firefox extensions called Webdeveloper tool (or whatever it called to check a validation of CSS and all those stuffs), I rarely use this extension and I uninstalled it. I just installed a new Firefox themes named Qute and Charamel 1.1.2, excellent themes! Charamel looks so soft, pity that there’s a silver part on the top of the browser while everything’s brown :(

And hey, for those of you who are still using Internet Explorer, why don’t you give Firefox a try? ;)

Yeah so I hate telling people once more about moving, it irritates everyone. And I am not really in the mood to do all the things, dropping the database, designing the layout, installing the plug-ins scripts, and all the shitty things. People nowadays seem to annoy me so much, and I feel like talking with different persons in one email, ID, name, in short I don’t know who’s sitting behind the PC. I hate to keep explaining the same person about what has happened, about why I moved, about why I don’t want you to publish something unwanted, but why do people keep doing it, huh?!? Is my email deleted? Or, it’s marked as spam, perhaps?

Ah no, I am not moving :) I better tell so.

So I am now waiting for my new domain to be active :D Since last night when I was chatting with my friend he suddenly offered me host for free. Oh! How I miss managing such things :D I will have to back up the previous database MySQL and move it to the new host or I probably will start refresh with a new blog, I am still thinking about this but if I move the previous database I will have to modify the entries. I am also planning to make a new CSS (Cascading Style Sheet) file for the next layout.

At the time I start loving this weblog and all the thing inside, I gotta tell you again that I’ll be moving. I seem to always move, after I have a new host I’ve a plan to make this a group’s weblog which has more than one user. Any suggestion? Once if you’re a member of this weblog I don’t require you to have a specific subject, just post whatever you want and whenever you want, I don’t know if you want it or not, but give me some ideas about what this weblog will be, if you don’t mind.

Now just drop your Valid email address on the commenting system so I will email you about the new host and domain.

Take care ya all!