today is the DAY

a long long long time ago, a kind sweet mother in the city of lahore gave birth to her youngest son...
yes we all know tht time of the year...the celebrations and cermonies have begun and are almost coming to a close...
i call upon all fellow motologists to rise and sing base 8 a happy birthday song :P
*vryone strts yelling like bengali/paki/desi machli walays*
ah ok ok ok arright thnkew thnkew :P now u can all sit...
*no one sits*
err..*sighs* oh welll *clears her throat*
vry year begins with new missions to be accomplished, more projects and oh well...more and more wars--either to be won or to be stopped. so lets hope this year brings peace and victory to the land of motologists. lieutenant---base 8, we keenly look forward to your brave contributions and your amazing leadership.
*salutes*

long live base 8
long live motistan!!

howdy ! i guess its about time .... *echo* ... time .. that im post something here :P ... i know ! an year has passed and no posts :P... how lame rite? ...
anyways !... i dont know what im here to post.. but something that wud save my life :P... i certainly dont want my fellow agent AAY beat me up !... * and WHAT THE FUCK ! i HEAR CHILDREN OF BODOM'S PASSAGE OF THE REAPER ON A SHITTY INDUS CHANNEL HOME DECORATION SHOW !!... kill me.. kill me now !! *

update !!! ... now playing * suraj hua madham.. chand blah blah laga.... ohhh la lala la laaa * ...

anyways ! i gotta run .. get sum stock from the market.. which is like noodles nd soda... night survival stock .. hehe ..

P.S

congrats fellow motu ! for the recent msn kill ... squish em all !... no mercy..

The Battle of msn-ness

Acc. to the book, Motologists' biggest threats "Msn is by far the most threatening and gayest creation google is probably thinking of conquering." Following is something that would help explain why:

*i make the most terrible mistake of changing my status as Online*
*BLOP! a window pops up!*
kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
hi

-asma- says:
whos this?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
junaid26m. asl plz

-asma- says:
zara_khan_cool@hotmail.com...m i reading ur id right?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
dats my sis id

-asma- says:
oh so u dont have one yet?..wow...u're 26 man

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
so?

-asma- says:
u're making this shit all up...? right? and u expect me to fall for this crap?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
\no

-asma- says:
if u dont admit,...brother, m gonna get to kno nyhow,so its better if u do...
*hehe dont know y i said tht :P but it sounded like a fine hit-back*

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
what r u talikng i dunt understand
*apparently s/he has difficulties typing*

-asma- says:
no, no the question is:; will u ever?

*a request pops in--and no, u dont wanna know the id*
-asma- says:
right and now u're adding me frm ur OTHER id?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
may be u have many prb
*many prb? amazing grammar--another characteristic of random msn-er's*

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
han main nay ap ko pani kudh ki id main ad kiya hay

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
apni
*haan agaye na line pey..ji, ji..urdu mein baat kijiye*

-asma- says:
q?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
ager bura laga to sorry
*the occasional statements trying to prove "oh m so sweet and innocent!"--bwah!<_<*

-asma- says:
ok tell me..does ur sister kno me?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
i dnt knw

-asma- says:
u shud...shes ur sister

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
so?

-asma- says:
ask her

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
hye hye tel me what do u wany to say to me shez going inside
*amazing syntax--talk about it!*

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
ajai gi main poch lon gi
*wht the....?*

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
ga

-asma- says:
aright man...so now u seriously seem to have some major gender-confusion-problems--confrimed!

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
she told me b 4 k us ka yi id hack hogai thi us main ab k on kon ad hay woh nahin janti\
*la la la la i know, i know u're making it up*

-asma- says:
tou kya tum janti ho?

-asma- says:
oh i meant JANTAY HO?

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay says:
tum iTNA DARTU KION HO
*i bet s/he him/herself didnt get wht s/he meant :S*

kuch is trhan teri palkain meri palkon say mila lay just sent you a Nudge!

-asma- says:
have fun bachay--bachi? u decide

*block-delete*
--THE END--
The battle has yet again won by motistan! \m/ *see wht the "m" stands for now ;P*

the point is ladies and gentlemen-->if you come up and ask any one of us, "hey man long time no c...y dont u come on msn ny more...blocked me?--HUH? HUH?" THAT ^above is the answer, my frends...

so i'm here now...yes, this is alpha base 7 reporting from troy, NY; somewhere on the top of Mount Ida...slept through most of the flights (except one) and had barely any time--had to literally run to one flight from the other :| and now i ask myself...why? why was i running? why did i leave home? what was so wrong with it? why did i take this step? why did i make such a decision--all alone? why did i choose to be alone? all my other friends had chosen to be togther--they, too, were on my flight but they had each other till the end...and i? i just had myself with me...maybe not even myself :S...yes, not even myself...i left myself somewhere on the window seat in KL400M...i left myself sitting with my best friend, zoe--talking endlessly about all those old days *sighs* then...someone...something changed me and took me to a different plane...and now...now im back to H212 but nothing really seems like my room...this isn't my room...and i look at myself but...but this isn't me...please tell me this isn't tell me...tell me im not here.

note to readers: we believe life is (almost) all about catching flights, riding busses, waiting in the trains, paying for cabs, driving the cars, and looking for hitch-hikers :P *sighs*

weee my little presentt!!! :D lets hope this^ gets to hold far more good day-entries than bad days' :$...and yesss!!! 30 more months of high school! wooohoo!

-base 7 again :$

What life has ever lived forever?

title--quote, unquote from: Anonymous., Motology--a way of life (Karachi: Diocesan Press, 1950), 287

...it happens…Death prevails…and he keeps reminding us of our helplessness. There is absolutely nothing we can do about him…to enmesh him or delay him—nothing at all! And I’m certain I’m sounding like a fool repeating all this…but it’s true and he repeats it himself…

He sees nothing
No children no age
None of your power
No wealth no race

He doesn’t knock
Or ring the bell
His steps just roar
Bringing tears that ripple and rebel

And they rise up as waves of pain
Swelling in with strong scorn and disdain
But such recklessly lethal is his tread
That no life created has ever withstood
The period he puts on its story for good

So it is to be said yet again that
No living soul shall enmesh Death
For he proves all life helpless
And all souls live to die
For life is nothing but a cursed wish…

-base 7
p.s. base 8's currently on his xmas-leave :-"
p.p.s. please try not to read between the lines...wrote it all in a hurry without really thinking...
any false implications were completely unintentional

...so I come see this place after three months and this is what has changed…I know, I know it's not that long of a time but to see a change like this it’s…it’s so weird!:… A puddle in the middle of the desert?!!?! What you’re seeing right now is a mirrraccclllee!!! it barely EVER rained all those 15 years here in saudi and people here would LITERALLY pray and beg for rain…like in EVERY prayer…five times a day!—and even after all that it would just drizzle for a few minutes and all the streets would go empty—as if everybody went blank! That too I guess was strange :S but what’s stranger is that we come back home…and on our way back home—it’s raining cows! now all of a sudden its like God just found all those dhl’s in a pile somewhere :S and its almost like…how you suddenly plan to check your inbox and you have all these e-mails and you go on this rapid-fire-replying-spree…:S One thing that hasn’t changed though and I guess wont ever change regardless of time…are the PEOPLE here! Same old stories…crazy cute mad saudi kids playing soccer in the streets…little four-year-olds goal-keeping and the goal being a car’s trunk—*sighs* THAT can never change :)

now as a side-note; in relation to our philosophy (for those who like things stated): as the theory of irony in motology states, irony itself can be ironically ironic.

-this is alpha 7 reporting live from abqaiq
over n out