SiD’s Sphere!!

Attitude, beliefs, and behaviour, all three are a product of your experiences. What you have learned throughout your life.

unlearning them is not as easy as it may sound. n tellin someone to change them is not the best way of goin abt changing them if ure not happy with their beliefs. tellin them that that is the most bull shit belief they have ever come across their entire lives.

to change beliefs u need to change experiences. actions speak louder than words. but its always words that break ur heart. or no maybe wait, its the absence of actions that hits even harder. but then again, sometimes certain actions can do great damage too. irreparable damage. or maybe repairable.

the greatest joy in my life is bein able to make sense of things. when i discover how things are related. findin another link to my GUT.

i thought i had stopped workin on that. but i hadnt. subconciously, that is what i still did. n the richer experiences over the past few months have given me more first hand material to work on. to apply my flawed beliefs on.

7:04 PM Samar: Sid!
7:05 PM be you busy?
can I bug you?

7:07 PM me: am busy.. but plz do bug me\

7:08 PM Samar: waa!
mean woman
acha baad main ill take my pety revenge
7:09 PM me: hehehe
sorry babes. was just bein honest
Samar: hahaha
me: but bug me naaa
Samar: I know i know
me: im tired of working
Samar: oh i can bug you
yipee!
so whats up?
i havent been to uni in 2 days
7:10 PM me: brb
7 minutes
7:18 PM me: sorry.. had a call
ill tell u what is up
Samar: no problem
my sister has gone pagal in the meantime
and im beinga ttacked from all over
tell tell
me: i have to submit a video presesentation tom
7:19 PM working on that
have to cut down a 50 min interview to 10 mins
then i have a major report due on friday
a major calculus assignment due on asturday
another video case the next week
7:20 PM Samar: oh god
stop!
me: n then another presentation on a report next week

n right now…ammi’s bugging me ‘uth k 2 mug chawal bhigo do’
why arent u goin to uni/
?
7:23 PM brb..again
7:24 PM Samar: Lol. k
us domestic bachi’s have no time to ourselves
12 minutes
7:37 PM me: domestic bachi..:D wait till my mother hears that one

CAN it be! of stars the star,

Do I press thee to my heart?
In the night of distance far,

What deep gulf, what bitter smart!
Yes, ’tis thou, indeed, at last,

Of my joys the partner dear!
Mindful, though, of sorrows past,

I the present needs must fear.

When the still-unfashion’d earth

Lay on God’s eternal breast,
He ordain’d its hour of birth,

With creative joy possess’d.
Then a heavy sigh arose,

When He spake the sentence:–”Be!”
And the All, with mighty throes,

Burst into reality.

And when thus was born the light,

Darkness near it fear’d to stay,
And the elements with might

Fled on every side away;
Each on some far-distant trace,

Each with visions wild employ,
Numb, in boundless realm of space,

Harmony and feeling-void.

Dumb was all, all still and dead,

For the first time, God alone!
Then He form’d the morning-red,

Which soon made its kindness known:
It unravelled from the waste,

Bright and glowing harmony,
And once more with love was grac’d

What contended formerly.

And with earnest, noble strife,

Each its own Peculiar sought;
Back to full, unbounded life

Sight and feeling soon were brought.
Wherefore, if ’tis done, explore

How? why give the manner, name?
Allah need create no more,

We his world ourselves can frame.

So, with morning pinions bright,

To thy mouth was I impell’d;
Stamped with thousand seals by night,

Star-clear is the bond fast held.
Paragons on earth are we

Both of grief and joy sublime,
And a second sentence:–”Be!”

Parts us not a second time.

I’m yet to make sense out of this…but love it anyway.

I’m yet to make sense out of this…but love it anyway.

our house got broken into today, again.

When ammi woke me up at around 8.15, she asked me if i had put my wallet outside my bag. half asleep, without my glasses, i told her that it should be inside my bag. i looked at my bag, and realised it had been gone through. at that point, i had no idea abt the break in and thought it was one of my brothers’ doing. and then i heard dad yelling at someone outside the house. ‘A theif!!’. It sturuck me. I checked my wallet. the money was still there.

Apparently a 16 year old boy broke in, very masterfully opening locks and cutting through nets and all he did was take a look around. Nothing was missing. Luckily, bhaii was half awake in his bed and when the room to our door was opened, he looked up to see who it was. Without his glasses, he thought it was zubair, in a bright blue shirt(?!?). seconds later, he realised zubair was sleeping in the same room as him. He got up to check. he didnt find anyone inside the house but when he went downstairs he found all the doors leading into the house wide open.

he closed the doors, came back up, and informed dad. They looked around the house, didnt find anyone and then took the car out to take a look around the neighborhood. 5 mins later, bhaii spotted the bright blue shirt…. strolling outside our neighbour’s place.

he was grabbed, and dad, gave him a good licking. at first, the young boy of about 16 denied having broken in. he then said he wanted something to eat. breaking in to find something to eat?? that obviously doesnt sound right?? the boy was turned in and an fir registered.

the fact that nothing was missing struck us all as strange. there was a lot of cash lying around and he could have scurried off with that had he wanted but not only did he not take anything , he stuck around the place after breaking all the locks inside the house and leaving the main door open…

there’s a possibility that, we were almost robbed again. the young boy had just gotten things ready for someone else to come in. the strange thing again is the timing. the last time it was after a few days my mum had brought home a large amount of cash. yesterday, dad had got a new tablet and a digital video camera last week.

Alhumdlillah though, nothing happened this time.

ps: how i wish i could have my laptop back again…

Its funny how you can never be sure if u have a good voice or not, unless someone tells you or you hear a playback. But the playback sounds different each time you record them. The last few weeks, I’ve heard a lot of playbacks of my voice. First I fell in love with my voice and now I hate it. aaargghhh!! and why the hell do i stutter so much. ‘the ultimate word block’. i want to be a better speaker. and yeah…i want speakers for my computer too. the headphones are a pain….in my back.

Its funny how you can never be sure if u have a good voice or not, unless someone tells you or you hear a playback. But the playback sounds different each time you record them. The last few weeks, I’ve heard a lot of playbacks of my voice. First I fell in love with my voice and now I hate it. aaargghhh!! and why the hell do i stutter so much. ‘the ultimate word block’. i want to be a better speaker. and yeah…i want speakers for my computer too. the headphones are a pain….in my back.

Its funny how you can never be sure if u have a good voice or not, unless someone tells you or you hear a playback. But the playback sounds different each time you record them. The last few weeks, I’ve heard a lot of playbacks of my voice. First I fell in love with my voice and now I hate it. aaargghhh!! and why the hell do i stutter so much. ‘the ultimate word block’. i want to be a better speaker. and yeah…i want speakers for my computer too. the headphones are a pain….in my back.

Its funny how you can never be sure if u have a good voice or not, unless someone tells you or you hear a playback. But the playback sounds different each time you record them. The last few weeks, I’ve heard a lot of playbacks of my voice. First I fell in love with my voice and now I hate it. aaargghhh!! and why the hell do i stutter so much. ‘the ultimate word block’. i want to be a better speaker. and yeah…i want speakers for my computer too. the headphones are a pain….in my back.