tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56918115946358054462024-03-14T10:40:36.036+05:00Potato PatatoPotatoes, you cant make french fries without emAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-29614244452554826692012-08-26T22:45:00.000+05:002012-08-26T22:45:55.445+05:00Thyme or Something Like That<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red;">Note -</span></b> I dug this out from my drafts... Started working on it but then just died and decided to post it as is in this reincarnation as a slightly older, hairier and brooding version of myself. For all I know, and it still being in existence, "Once upon a thyme" may be a really great place to dine... Hmm will try it out and update everybody soon.<br />
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"Once upon a thyme" will soon be known as "Once upon a time" (bet you didn't see that pun coming) if they don't get their act together soon... no wait scratch that.<br />
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My pockets aren't as deep as they used to be, partially because I've stopped wearing baggy jeans... urgh no no no!<br />
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Ever had one of those days when you decide to write a blog post after a hiatus of about a year or something that of course after snapping a really good picture of a sugar sachet<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-52185439835850943082012-08-26T20:32:00.001+05:002012-08-26T22:40:20.596+05:00When Life Gives You Lemons...<div><p>You know what they say right? When life gives you lemons... make lasagna. Life gave me lemons alright, still is handing them out every day as if they grew on trees and shoving them down my throat! But that doesn't mean I can't have lasagna.</p>
<p>I don't make lasagna myself no, I gave up cooking and baking as a hobby ages ago. But my sis does and uff is she good at it! So when life gives you lemons, ask your sis to make you lasagna. It may not solve all your problems but those 20 minutes you spend devouring that cheesy goodness will work its way to your heart n brain and clog them up for some well deserved numbness. The only peace some people can experience anymore</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eyVxm23ChTY/UDpBhG48SzI/AAAAAAAAARo/nylpjWcz5y8/DSC_0004.png' /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-33431149925088924512010-10-19T11:25:00.007+05:002010-10-19T16:47:18.632+05:00The Story of Me (Part I of Unkown)As i sit here in the RCCI (more commonly known as the chaaamber) I look back at the past year and how eventful it has been. This is hardly the time to be blogging as my business partner is wincing at my other business partner over some printing issues that I deliberately fail to comprehend. Yet there is something that draws me to blog yet again after a hiatus of God knows how many months.<br /><br />I have been trying to make a comeback to the familiar cyber territory that i was oh so fond of yet I find it devoid of any emotion or that peculiar zing! Facebook is now just a waste of time and blogging is just a distant activity that I would love to pursue yet cant find time for...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-52220533528815144262010-01-09T18:59:00.003+05:002010-10-19T16:25:02.093+05:00The Evolution of PastriesIt's weird that I'm blogging in the middle of my exams but today I couldnt take it anymore. True I haven't blogged in ages but more on that later (A lot of interesting things have happened, the least of which involves a rubber truth brush and mentos).<br /><br />Just like the evolution of man (wonder if women evolved too, or were they always like this?) is a topic that raises eyebrows and is a matter of controversy, so is the evolution of pastries. Usually bigger is better but not when it comes pastries. I mean isn't that why we have cakes?<br /><br />This phenomenon that I noticed about 6 months ago seems to be catching on very fast and I just cant take it any more! It takes the whole fun out of eating a pastry. The whole idea is to eat a pastry which is big enough to keep you craving for more and small enough to not ruin your appetite single handedly. Unfortunately pastries in this day and age are big enough to ruin your appetite and leave you craving for "never eating a pastry again". God please help us!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-73635076869433073482009-06-02T03:22:00.002+06:002009-06-02T03:44:05.389+06:00Going to the Movies for WafflesBy this time around if you've been reading my previous posts (somebody? anybody?), you'll know that I'm a huge(not in the literal sense) fan of good food. Everything I do is somehow related to food and Cinepax(the only decent cinema in the twin cities) is no exception. What I look forward to while going out for a movie is not the movie itself but the waffles. Delicious, soft and fluffy, warm waffles with chocolate ice cream (God! i gotta go watch a movie again to stop all this drooling). <br /><br />The reason why I haven't posted about this earlier is coz it's generally hard for me to take a pic of my waffle at cinepax coz well... I can't wait to dig in, but this time around I had a plan. I washed down a hot dog with peach tea to keep me satisfied till I could take a clear shot of the waffle and here it is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SiRGyumguHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5VBI0r1st9A/s1600-h/30-05-09_2103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SiRGyumguHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5VBI0r1st9A/s200/30-05-09_2103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472895285213298" /></a><br /><br />Not clear you might say... Aww c'mon I wanted my waffle!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-84335209155985511102009-05-28T20:39:00.000+06:002009-05-28T20:43:10.457+06:00I've Gone Mobile!Sweet aint it? Thanks to the power outages I discovered blogging from my cell phone. Intend to put this revelation to good use now. Anybody know where I can get fugu fish in the twin cities?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-25505677020814021982009-04-20T18:54:00.004+06:002009-04-20T19:18:22.684+06:00Gloria's Jeans?Every week I go to this market place tucked away in one corner of Islamabad to pick up milk(yes you read it milk!) frequented by quite a few foreigners with their flashy red number plates. It's here that I first noticed this chic looking coffee place called "Gloria Jeans". It looked like something right out of my fantasy world where coffee shops are perfect and instead of air you breathe a mix of coffee aroma and nitrogen and I'm the king of Japan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sex1vGQwY4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_Mzqlq4It0Q/s1600-h/IMG0052A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sex1vGQwY4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_Mzqlq4It0Q/s200/IMG0052A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761911267648386" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sex1vG4FkOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uirIwBBUB78/s1600-h/IMG0050A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sex1vG4FkOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uirIwBBUB78/s200/IMG0050A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761911432614114" /></a><br /><br />I had been meaning to visit it but this economy has really taken its toll on me, coupled with my other cell phone (the last of it's kind) on the brink of going extinct, I really saw no way of going there until next month. However fate had a more sinister plan in store for me. Yesterday when I was going to pick up my weekly supply of milk, a colleague of mine from office came along. We picked up milk and then somehow we ended up at Gloria Jeans. It looked just like what I had fantasized about but little did I know that I would be cursing myself 12 minutes later. I ordered the Chocolate something something and my friend ordered something called Coco Loco (isn't that a restaurant in Karachi?). The guy at the counter smooth talked us into buying the medium sized glasses. We sat down for a while where my heart was thumping like anything all excited and all. Eventually our order came in and I liked the way they did things. They placed our glasses in a corner and asked us to pick it up ourselves. There were a few toppings to chose from but nothing flashy.<br /><br />We put in straws, covered the glasses with tops intended for the small cups then took em off and covered them with the bigger tops and I'm sure it was here when our orders got mixed up and I ended up partially drinking something that tasted like a a very weak milo ewyukh! My friend's drink was nothing special either, It was like a mildly stronger version of what i was drinking. Overall the experience was so horrible that my thirst and hunger died at the same time! I would never recommend it to anybody! I bet even Gloria died in her jeans when she went there thus the name "Gloria Jeans".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-80131409616716871522009-04-09T12:20:00.006+05:002009-04-09T21:26:08.056+05:00I Scream!I scream! Not because I am being tormented by the immense work load that I have and my crumbling social life BUT because of this relatively new ice cream parlour called MarbleStones that opened its doors a few months ago in Jinnah Super. I had heard some not-so-good comments about it but still thought I would give it a whirl myself and boy am I glad that I did!<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g2_BjB_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/o2K5i2qNVHg/s1600-h/moto_0075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g2_BjB_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/o2K5i2qNVHg/s200/moto_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727938601453554" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g28HzRNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FLtE08dCIsY/s1600-h/moto_0081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g28HzRNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FLtE08dCIsY/s200/moto_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727937822377170" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g2pM0tmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Hm0rW_67AeU/s1600-h/moto_0078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g2pM0tmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Hm0rW_67AeU/s200/moto_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727932743169634" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g20ZvLhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/m6xD7vNlv-w/s1600-h/moto_0079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4g20ZvLhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/m6xD7vNlv-w/s200/moto_0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727935750123026" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4gc_1mg3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bRf3II1S12Y/s1600-h/moto_0077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/Sd4gc_1mg3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bRf3II1S12Y/s200/moto_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727492143186802" border="0" /></a> </center><br />These guys have a weird way of ice creaming (I screaming... get it?... ah forget it). It reminds you of takatak (or as some people call it katakat) Their menu is incomprehensible so don't bother reading it, unless of course you have thorough knowledge of gibberish. I did a little mix and matching of my own and came up with the chocolate, peanut butter, reeses combination and it was mind blowingly amazing! The chocolate could have been a little bitter but still it got me addicted to ice cream(something that i loathed as youngin). The next time I went there I added a browine to the concussion and voila its the best ice cream dessert you will ever get to eat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-57523661688217921102009-03-06T01:42:00.003+05:002009-03-06T02:37:36.903+05:00Frikkin DippinIf there's one thing i love about pringles, it's their dipping sauce. Without their dipping sauce, I consider pringles to be a waste of good potatoes or whatever it is that they make pringles with. But this post isn't about pringles, it's about Pizza Hut's new dippin strip's pizzas and boy do they suck!<br /><br />To begin with, the pizzas look nothing like pizzas. They look more like flattened bread that somebody spilled gravy on. Secondly the dipping sauces are a scam! There are three cups with each pizza which are not even quarter filled, but that isn't even the worst part. The worst part is that the dipping sauces aren't dipping sauces at all. One is your regular barbecue sauce, the second is your thousand island salad dressing (correct me if I'm wrong) and last but not least we have a tar tar sauce. It just adds up to be a horrible experience. Glad I had ordered the potato skins that day else i would probably have starved to death.<br /><br />On a side note this is probably my first post without a picture, the reason being that i dropped my cell phone into an open naali. If anybody asks me what i was doing in a naali i swear i will make them eat this Pizza : P~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-35866640061346072032009-01-31T14:05:00.006+05:002009-01-31T14:24:04.682+05:00My Economic CrunchThe last time I posted, I still had a job but then our organization (though it was hardly organized) closed down and for the first time in my 2 and a half year long career, I was jobless. Just before that i had payed my tuition fee for the MS course I was about to start, so I really was economically woed. I still am and going out to eat as regularly as i did seems like a distant dream. This in turn has worked out for the better coz I've actually lost weight and eating veggies at home makes me feel awesome (not the Barney Stinson awesome but still awesome).<br /><br />I've gone from eating this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQWChLGvqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/67gfTDDwVjM/s1600-h/11-01-09_2128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQWChLGvqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/67gfTDDwVjM/s200/11-01-09_2128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297383294215044770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />to this...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQWUBuHFDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0V6dT5l08EI/s1600-h/23-01-09_1234.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQWUBuHFDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0V6dT5l08EI/s200/23-01-09_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297383595009578034" border="0" /></a>(makai ki roti and sarson ka saag : d~) and it's the most delicious thing ever! All my eating out habits had made me forget the delicacies Ammi prepared at home.<br /><br />I'm not gonna write a review of "Tandoori" located in G-8 Markaz with its cozy environment and splendid food (and quite economical too), instead I'm gonna recommend my Ammi's sarson ka saag which is mind blowingly awesome!<br /><br />This economical crunch has also led me to enjoy the smaller things in life like...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQX9jkyweI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KDERvcMgPH0/s1600-h/n504147117_1324140_9828.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SYQX9jkyweI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KDERvcMgPH0/s200/n504147117_1324140_9828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297385407983567330" border="0" /></a><br />All this just strengthens my belief that what ever happens, happens for the best. Oh and i start my new job on Monday with my MS in the evening. Hope it all works out : DAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-49022741428969660082008-12-29T12:50:00.005+05:002008-12-29T13:14:35.799+05:00The V-necks WonIt's been a while since I've blogged. Not that I haven't been eating out a lot(on the contrary I've been eating out like crazy and my current bank account stands at 58Rs) but because I've been channeling my efforts to a better cause, to find a good turtle neck sweater.<br /><br />I have some self created taboos that I don't like breaking (a post on that later). One of them is wearing V-neck sweaters. Why? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Coz</span> then you have to wear a good shirt to match. With turtle necks you can just wear the sweater with a t shirt underneath and nobody notices. But besides this point, there's something about V-necks that just irks me. I don't know what it is but I just can't imagine myself wearing em.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SViD3GqNbUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OfpNL_3fa10/s1600-h/26-12-08_0913.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SViD3GqNbUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OfpNL_3fa10/s200/26-12-08_0913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285119145422974274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Isn't that ironic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">coz</span> here I am wearing one. And it doesn't look that bad now does it? I had to buy it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">coz</span> it is the only V-neck sweater that has ever caught my eye. The shop keeper was quick to notice that and insisted that i try it on. And behold i ended up spending the last of the green notes in my wallet. Sigh no more lunches for me till I get payed again.<br /><br />P.S I've been eating out at cafe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lazeez</span> over the last couple of weeks. Soon enough this phase of my life will be over and I will move on to a new restaurant. You still gotta try it though. Their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thaali</span>, tandoori fish and hazelnut cappuccinos are to die for<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-42650832689521518212008-11-29T22:48:00.006+05:002008-12-01T00:19:49.567+05:00Al Forno - Just as good as Porn-o : P~<div style="text-align: left;">Winters in my thesaurus are synonymous to food and clothes. And because of the inflation and all, after spending on food I hardly have enough left for clothes. So like my recent posts, this post will be related to food as well.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of month's back me and <a href="http://potato-patato.blogspot.com/2008/06/man-with-no-red-shoes.html">my friend with the red shoes</a> (that he doesn't wear anymore), along with a couple of other folks from office went to F-10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Markaz</span> to grab a quick bite after an intense game of laser tag at the mega zone. That night we went to a small place called "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hyderabadi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chatkharey</span>" and it was awesome! But this post <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">isn't</span> about the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hyderabadi</span> delights (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">coz</span> I don't have any photos). It was that night that we noticed a small place at the corner of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">markaz</span> which looked like an outdoor oven.</div><div><br /></div><div>This week we finally went there to check it out during the wee hours of lunch. The first thing that amused us was the name "Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">forno</span>". Thus started a series of jokes on the name that lasted for about 15 minutes. Then we finally started reading the menu which was really weird. There were pizzas with ingredients that I had never even heard of in my life. It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">could've</span> been because of the rush of awesome <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bandis</span> about but eventually we regained focus and ended up ordering some veggie pizza and a pepperoni one (guess who ordered the pepperoni) . The smallest one was 7 inches and the largest 12. Even though 7 inches sounded pretty impressive but it wasn't (in terms of size). <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Judging</span> by the look of the place (an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Italian</span> kitchen) and the non-presence of customers we kinda had an idea of what we were up for. The second amusing piece of knowledge that the guy at the counter disclosed to another customer was that the pizzas are baked (cooked) in an oven over a wooden flame rather then gas (sounds impressive eh?). The order took around 15 minutes to make (we didn't really notice the time fly by because of the awesome <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">bandis</span> around) . We went back to our car <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">coz</span> they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">didn't</span> have a seating area. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">I'l</span> let the pictures below do the rest of the talking...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1eWN9B8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QDlSWPk1qao/s1600-h/26-11-08_1356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1eWN9B8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QDlSWPk1qao/s400/26-11-08_1356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407277824903106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1d1XzXcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8e9DVBefFZE/s1600-h/26-11-08_1355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1d1XzXcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8e9DVBefFZE/s400/26-11-08_1355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407269007842754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1djUJRYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lNCTdgBwSNo/s1600-h/26-11-08_1337.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1djUJRYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lNCTdgBwSNo/s400/26-11-08_1337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407264160662914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1c4ONBVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Eo33RgMxMWE/s1600-h/26-11-08_1336.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ1c4ONBVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Eo33RgMxMWE/s400/26-11-08_1336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407252593018194" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On a side note the Luciano's Pizza truck that hangs around in F-7 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Markaz</span> has some awesome Italian hot dogs. I didn't even know that the Italians made hot dogs. They are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">waaay</span> better then their pizza, potato wedges and their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Philly</span> cheese steak sandwich. Sorry about the pic of the empty plate below, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">couldn't</span> stop eating once i started : P~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ2QepxulI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tyX7wdEwoWc/s1600-h/27-11-08_1516.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ2QepxulI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tyX7wdEwoWc/s400/27-11-08_1516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274408139082545746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ2QWdQIHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3PZha0IAUlc/s1600-h/27-11-08_1517.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ2QWdQIHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3PZha0IAUlc/s1600-h/27-11-08_1517.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/STJ2QWdQIHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3PZha0IAUlc/s400/27-11-08_1517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274408136882528370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And can anyone tell me why my pics are uploaded side ways?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-45420067446938294952008-11-15T23:38:00.006+05:002008-11-16T01:14:17.348+05:00Bread and BeyondFunny how the title reminds me of Buzz Light year's line "To infinity, and beyond!" from Toy Story, which I back then thought was "Owen Finity, and Beyond!". It didnt make any sense but it sounded really cool. Anyway this post is about a tiny little cafe called "Bread and Beyond" which sells stuff sold inside <a href="http://www.metro.pk/servlet/PB/menu/-1_l2/index.html">Metro's</a> bakery section and coffee. For everybody who at this point is thinking that when did Metro open a bakery section, I'm not talking about the Metro shoe shop, I'm talking about the Metro cash and carry.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SR8qfjonxGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tk6hwDODqm8/s1600-h/15-11-08_2218.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SR8qfjonxGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tk6hwDODqm8/s400/15-11-08_2218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268976810676700258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SR8qf6MhrcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_Qu3Zra-Zxo/s1600-h/15-11-08_2219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SR8qf6MhrcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_Qu3Zra-Zxo/s400/15-11-08_2219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268976816732876226" border="0" /></a><br />This cafe is intended for shoppers only coz its right at the entrance of the whole ware house type building. It has an assortment of sandwiches, patties, muffins and my favorite croissants. We ordered one of almost everything and the bakery type pizza and chocolate chip muffin stood out among the rest of the things. The cappucinos were pretty ok but all in all it was a good experience on a low budget (considering we had spent all our cash on the goodies inside the cash and carry)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-2527315267112716222008-11-02T17:52:00.008+05:002008-11-02T19:18:09.429+05:00It's Donut Season Again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQ2189Nq52I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sda3tABB3uE/s1600-h/Copy+of+31-10-08_1618.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Winter is in the air and that means that the donut season has officially begun. Back when I was a kid 4 years ago, I used to hate winters coz I couldn't drag myself out of my warm and cozy bed every morning. I would also wind up a size or two bigger for my jeans by the time the season ended. Then there was the case of rogue ninjas attacking <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konoha#Konohagakure">konoha</a> village and my addiction to anime.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQ21GzzBDoI/AAAAAAAAACA/MOCpUqIXws8/s200/Copy+of+31-10-08_1616.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062668054007426" /> <img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQ21GsdYgMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rVOyaB07xNA/s200/Copy+of+30-10-08_1037.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062666084221122" /> <img style="margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQ2189Nq52I/AAAAAAAAACY/Sda3tABB3uE/s200/Copy+of+31-10-08_1618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264063598294656866" /></div><div><br /></div><div>But around 2 years ago all that changed when i discovered Dunkin Donuts, their not so glorious but still good donuts and their excellent coffee. I suddenly had a purpose in life, to have donuts and coffee for breakfast which actually meant I would skip lunch hence maintain my figure : P and buy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shippuden">shippuden</a> when it comes out. Dunkin had been providing good donuts for the last year and a half but then all of a sudden it closed all it's branches in Rawalpindi and their donuts started tasting like dough. Their coffee is still good, but coffee without donuts is like<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson"> barney</a> without a suit. I tried settling for something less, a cup of tea with 3 tea bags and cookies but even though that made me addicted to cookies, the tea just didn't cut. And then we found the Lazeez Patisserie (see previous post). I've already praised them for their cookies and planned to sue them for their name but now its time to praise them once again, for their donuts! Yes even though its a small little place and I was enlightened by <a href="http://tazeen-tazeen.blogspot.com/">Tazeen</a> that cafe Lazeez is actually a franchise, their donuts kick ass! I still have to try them with Dunkin's coffee but I'm pretty sure that my winter will pass in peace and I will be a lot less angrier.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S - I have no idea why the images were flipped the way they were</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-8758163325070818532008-10-30T20:40:00.003+06:002008-10-30T21:34:31.765+06:00Finally Something to Blog AboutI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQnIZL2-BkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/37m71ukvz1E/s1600-h/28-10-08_1705.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQnIZL2-BkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/37m71ukvz1E/s200/28-10-08_1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262957974564767298" border="0" /></a> don't have many readers but it still felt good when some asked that why I hadn't been blogging for so long. The reason was simple... I was angry. Angry at the frikkin' government for failing at everything that they did... The other more mundane reason was that i hadn't had good cookies for a very long time.<br /><br />But all that changed the other day when we ran into the cafe Lazeez <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patisserie">Patisserie</a> (a fancy name for a bakery). In fact I should probably sue them for even using the word. Everything seemed pretty ordinary except for the cookies (though that was probably because they had the lid on backwards). I got a pack which i later realized was<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQnIY7K2KKI/AAAAAAAAABI/5jTGlZzIqQA/s1600-h/28-10-08_1704.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SQnIY7K2KKI/AAAAAAAAABI/5jTGlZzIqQA/s200/28-10-08_1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262957970084735138" border="0" /></a> kinda expensive but it was totally worth it. Every bite had to be savoured. Thank God they werent biscuits coz i've just about had it with those lame brained bakers passing of biscuits as cookies.<br /><br />And oh yes, I'm still angry.... I need more cookies!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-60252260574071959152008-09-20T01:19:00.003+06:002008-09-20T01:24:41.598+06:00Strolling in Springfield<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="470" height="491"><param name="movie" value="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/town.swf?aid=6395153"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/town.swf?aid=6395153" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="491"></embed></object><a href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/walkcycle/footer_us.jpg" border="0" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I bumped into this while browsing randomly for an angry avatar. That explains why i havent been posting as often as I do : P~. You can get yours as well by going to <a href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/">the Simpsons movie</a> site. And just to give you a hint about why I'm angry, its because of some bloody egoistic SOBs<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-81343965722192718682008-08-10T23:44:00.004+06:002016-08-10T11:07:36.826+05:00A not so Political Rant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-8255626462302427262008-07-24T22:03:00.009+06:002008-07-25T08:51:26.215+06:00Scrumptious Men : d~~<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SIivLBP3JnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ff5HWFNJyr8/s1600-h/IMG0196A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226619971411846770" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SIivLBP3JnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ff5HWFNJyr8/s200/IMG0196A.jpg" border="0" /></a>Disclaimer - The following <s>suggestive</s> post in no way reflects my orientation<br /><br />I never thought I would be saying this but eating men is actually a very delicious experience. One bite and you are hooked! Now this may sound revolting to some people but I'm gonna continue rambling on about how much I love eating these small men to make this blog post eligible to be a blog post. Not everyone can make these little men, in fact there's only one place I know of that makes ginger bread men with actual ginger bread (or something that tastes like ginger bread). The other (so called) bakeries just sell biscuits with smiley faces drawn on them, which is not only revolting but a total rip off! I have been fooled by these ginger bread men look a likes almost all my life. Heck if you cant make ginger bread men then stop selling distasteful imitations!<br /><br />Anyway the place that sells real ginger bread men is Kitchen Cuisine near the F7 Markaz in Islamabad. I only wish that they would hire a better smiley drawer and dress the men a little more nicely. And i cant wait for the ginger bread women versions to come out, I'm sure that will be a big success with the masses until the Taliban come alongAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-2101366815825135372008-07-04T23:54:00.007+06:002008-07-05T01:41:16.309+06:00Death by Habaneros<a href="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/tabasco-grenade-topper-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="252" alt="" src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/tabasco-grenade-topper-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Habaneros</span> are not a new terrorist organization on the block. According to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scoville_scale"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scoville</span> scale </a>they are one of the hottest type of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chilis</span> on this planet, and maybe the neighbouring planet considering that they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dont</span> have any farmers there. Recently me and my friend with the red shoes (I still <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">havent</span> hatched a plan to kill him yet) went to our usual lunch place to grab a bite or two.<br /><br />After placing the order there are three things that a waiter usually does<br /><br />1. Says <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thank you</span><br />2. Makes sure that the proper eating utensils have been provided<br />3. Brings all the sauces that can go with the food that you ordered<br /><br />Our waiter did all these and as a gesture of appreciation (read omen of death) also placed a bottle of <a href="http://tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/habanero_pepper_sauce.cfm">Tabasco <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Habanero</span> Sauce</a> on our table. Soon the food came and we both tried the new sauce a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lil</span> bit and voila! I was hooked. The darn sauce was so damn delicious that I just couldn't have enough. It read on the back that this sauce would make you teary eyed and it did, but these were not just tears of mouth sores but also tears of joy. I had a found a new favorite sauce. I gulped down drops after drops of the sauce with every bite and when I was finally done a smile of content appeared on my face(It was either that or an indication that I was about to pass out). It took me a few minutes to regain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">consciousness</span> but i had survived. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">In fact</span> i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hadnt</span> even passed out at all, just gone all blurry eyed and lost track of what my friend was saying.<br /><br />Anyhow before heading back to office we decided to grab a bottle of this divine sauce from the near by store. The rest of the day at office was spent day dreaming about dinner... Later that night, when I got home, I showed off my prized possession to everybody but they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">didnt</span> share my level of adrenaline rush. Eventually dinner was served and i again gulped down loads n loads of drops of this thing. My mom eventually had to stop me because she could smell its "spiciness" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">across</span> the table.<br /><br />Its around 1AM right now and my guts are on fire! And i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">dont</span> mean normal fire, i mean fire from the deepest pits of hell. Is this the end of the line for me?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-64826360857042128272008-06-26T17:50:00.006+06:002008-06-27T23:58:52.552+06:00The guy with no red shoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SGTeQ115JFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6-3kbMitRQg/s1600-h/pumas.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216538649314272338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sCEwJZhrIIQ/SGTeQ115JFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6-3kbMitRQg/s200/pumas.jpeg" border="0" /></a>I've always had a thing for abaya clad women and shoes. Weird choice eh but there's something about shoes that gets me all tingly inside and its almost impossible for me to resist.<br /><br />Recently a friend of mine wanted to buy some soccer shoes so we headed to the puma store. I was overwhelmed with excitement looking at all the Ferrari merchandise and everything red. The prices were as expected through the roof but Ferrari! who could resist? Unfortunately i was flat broke and couldn't even afford the shoe laces. My friend however bought these awesome looking red shoes that i would kill him for. But until i can hatch a plan to do exactly that, i'm the guy with no red shoes. That's even worse then <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089543/">the guy with one red shoe</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-44877902686376419732008-06-14T17:47:00.000+06:002008-06-14T18:57:02.021+06:00The Lizard Slayer...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NavkGekOZEpd9M:http://www.cedmagic.com/featured/spider-man/lizard-man-2450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NavkGekOZEpd9M:http://www.cedmagic.com/featured/spider-man/lizard-man-2450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Have i ever mentioned how i hate summers. I guess not coz this is only my second post on this blog. Anyhow I HATE SUMMERS! they are God's way of reminding us how french fries feel when they are being fried, and how we should respect the potatoes. Gawd I hate summers, the body odor, the crazy marching lawyers in mid June, the power outages, the un-chilled tea and most of all - the most scariest things on earth - lizards!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>Lizards are perhaps <s>one of</s> the most loathsome things on this planet. The only thing they are good for is scaring away girls and ahem.. koff* koff*... <span style="font-size:78%;">guys like me</span>. I cant stand the site of those vile beings let alone kill one of them with a jharoo in one hand and a mortein in the other. If somebody saw me like that, they may think that sultan rahi has been resurrected.<br /></div><br />But Alas! this Wednesday i had to do it. I came home from office only to find my Mom and Dad in a heated argument. Nothing new there but then when i noticed that our whole kitchen had been renovated (read been stripped of all the patelis and plates and stuff) i got a lil curious. I entered the kitchen and behold there was the culprit. A lizard was stuck (yes stuck) between the window. It looked like a scene right out of a cartoon (dare i say cute?). Ammi like me is scared out of her wits by lizards (now you know where i get it from... its all in the genes). She was arguing with Pop to kill it but my Pop wasnt lifting a finger. So i had to <s>butt</s> dive in as a hero of sorts... "the lizard slayer". After all the lizard was stuck what harm could it do? I took out the mortein spray in a Clint Eastwood type of way and started spraying the lizard like crazy. We would've had to evacuate the building if i had kept on spraying any longer. But i did it... I killed my first lizard. And to prove that you can check out my kitchen window... It's still there... I didnt have the guts to get it out and throw it away : $Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691811594635805446.post-15923920373659958652008-06-04T15:07:00.000+06:002008-06-04T18:47:57.709+06:00Potato Patato?<span style="font-family:arial;">Why did i name my blog that? Well because</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1. Shoebox was already taken (Duh!...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2. It rhymes with "tomato tamato"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3. Im a couch potato (does that count?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">but most importantly because the day i created this blog is also the day i fond out that it's the international year of the potato!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wikihow.com/images/thumb/e/eb/Potato-heart-mutation-6932.jpg/250px-Potato-heart-mutation-6932.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wikihow.com/images/thumb/e/eb/Potato-heart-mutation-6932.jpg/250px-Potato-heart-mutation-6932.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well maybe this wasnt the right pic to get my point through but what the heck... I'm blogging!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232672814582510949noreply@blogger.com2