its all bout tatafry.

Its been almost One and a half year since im running the tatafry business and man does it rocks ? infact its all good, or let me put it up like all the black community does(NO,im not a racist,i like them),"Oh bitch,it is so fu**in good* and now let me show you OUR (tatafry's) best moments ...

Picture # 5 :

This is when we bought our first VAN(my our hardwork paid us off)

Picture # 4:

Anti - tatafry's are there too. :P

Picture # 3 :

FINALLLY. we're up in IRAQ too. :D

Picture # 2 :

But AL-Qaeda still goes for us. ;)

Picture # 1 :
The guy name's Abdul Ghafoor Qadoosi, he used to pump our tata vans. :D

nothing is AS good as a fatherly love - love you champion :D

whoooaaaa ... got my result from LSE and babyy, did i kick some major arse,yea ? haha i kicked some major red head whities arse man,haha ... finallly got my pay slips to my account,haha boy, 425 pounds,sometimes ... things are working like so awesome for me but one thing is for sure, when you're working with ur true heart, things DOES get better ... they might took a slow time but the reward is ALWAYS good. So "mere pyaaray Allah miyan ... im sorry for being a jackarse" lol ... but its strange no? people smokes up weed and then they look for God, now this is a VERY brave thing to do but no ? are'nt you guys are playing with your "imaan(thats how you say it,no) ... im not being a typical molvi her,e but seriously man, you are guys are searching for God - shit, the result always come upto the level of infinity ... one of my really good friend but infact a brother quotes "There definately is a God, but i disbelief with the religion" ... this is no wonder, the best, the one with the deep impact meaning i have ever heard but, according to my point of view, you dont really disbelief with the religion .. religion is not something that varies with ur beliefs, religion( ANY) is your life ... and the way you mould it,that how it works off for you. but enuff of this crap,no ? i should put up some humour/spice in this thing no ? haha my recipees are kinda dead BUT according to papier-mache- i love to copy stuff so yeahh as usual, im outta stuff ma'am jee.

BUT the good thing is...my baapu is proud of me, 1.) cuz of my result (YEAH, i am showing off, shove it up yo neighbour's bum) 2.) my saalgirah is coming up,im FINALLY going to be 21 and im going to be legal for things which im doing since the age of 13 (haha,i know ... a true paki spirit,no?). butt as a result, i got a bigg hugg, and a kiss which looked kinda awkward but it was my dad, so im happy with it. AND a nokia 7210 WHICH is actually really good.


Sometimes I feel the chance is surprising
Surprisingly good to be moving around
So I wake up;
yes I wake up smiling

So what? I feel fineI'm ok;
I've seen the lighter side of life
I'm alright, I feel good
So I'll go and I'll try to start moving ...

faintless memories,eh?

20,000 miles to an oasis
20,000 years will I burn
20,000 chances I wasted
Waiting for the moment to turn
I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me,If i fall ...

- R.E.M -Texarkana

'nuff said.

FINALLY ... i suck at everything. !

its just strange how i get these odd mood swings, and i seriously do act like a true ass bitching procrastinator, but seriously,i may not be one of those "GOOD n GREAT n WORTH GOING FOR" conversational wizards, but i guess,i do give a damn somehow,i dont show it off but i guess,it does works for me ... and i truely hate it when i say "i lovvee/luurrvvee/likkkee you" and people says i dont even mean it ... i really mean it, im not just doing it for a stand up partner , and ONE THING that i really wana do is, to start praying 5 times a day = but *sigh* thats how it works off son ... life is not a bed of roses. ... kick arse shit .no ?

What would you do if you had just one more day to live?

What would you do if you had just one more day to live?
Would you still worry about those extra pounds you want to lose?
Would you spend it cleaning the house?
Really... how would you spend that precious last day?

A friend's mother died through a heart attack this week. She was only 37 years old.

How did she spend her final day? Did she clean the house or go for a walk in the woods? Did she feel too fat in the pants she wore? Maybe she worried that her hair was too flat to go out in public ... None of that matters now. And although it's hard for each of us to realize, none of it ever did.

We spend so many precious days worrying that we’re not thin enough or we’re not pretty enough. What will they think of me? Life is so very short... too short to waste it on meaningless worries. And I’m guilty of all of the above, just like everyone else. Being bloggers on blogspot.Com, no one knows what you look like unless you post your photograph. No one here cares what you look like. This is a place to let your inner self shine through your outer self.

We meet each other here through our writing... and become the best of friends. Best friends, who have known each other for years, met for the first time at some party n all. Weight and beauty had nothing to do with building those friendships. It was the person sitting at the keyboard, the person inside, possibly on the other side of the world, that we wanted to meet.
We love everyone for who they are inside,not outside.

If you only had one more day to live...What would really matter?

As a cancer survivor/fighter, your world stops the minute you are told you have cancer. STOPS. Nothing else matters... not losing weight, not cleaning the house, not your looks.

The only thing that matters is your life...and fighting for it.

So enjoy it.

You might only have one more day to do so.

knocking on heaven's door - about me eh?

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' downI feel like
I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

- Bob dylan [ my hero :P ]





Bob Dylan is on the short list of the most influential artists of the 20th Century. He coupled a love for all forms of American popular and folk music with a personal and poetic songwriting style instead of relying on professional craftsmen or standard tunes, influenced by Woody Guthrie, Dylan proved that you didn't have to be a technically perfect singer or musician to make brilliant pop music. The songs on 1963's The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan catapulted the artist to stardom but he was already burning to get away from acoustic backing and match his unique vision to rock, country, and blues music. Dylan's music influenced a whole new generation of musicians -- such as the Beatles or Stevie Wonder -- to start crafting songs about what was important to them. While Dylan kick-started Folk and Country Rock in his '60s studio work, the ragged home recordings he made with the Band showed that not even poorly placed microphones could stifle brilliance. Dylan tours constantly these days and records less often then he used to, but as albums such as 1997's Time Out of Mind prove, the man still has a lot to say and continues to do it in a way that no one else can. =\

P.S.: All hail to the dylan love :D

the end is coming by ...?

Ever heard of the saying "the show must end ..." or "the end is everlasting" ... after reading so many profiles, blogs, autobiographies, i kinda agree with marilyn manson : "People don't keep journals for themselves. They keep them for other people, like a secret they don't want to tell but they want everyone to know. The only safe place for your thoughts is your memory, which people can't take and read when you're not looking - at least not yet. I'm starting to think that if the Internet is the CB radio of the nineties, then the home computer is the trailer park of the soul, a dangerous tool in the hands of idiots."
In another chapter he said, " life according to me was one hell of a roller coaster ride, the less good moments i saw,the more struggle i died for" ... In short, the end is near, im wrapping up my things too .. All hail to MM and this dude, i blog was reading earlier. =/



\m/ - In the memory of tatafry (late)

the end is coming by ...?

aftermath about mannni boy?

ever wonder why famous people are really famous ? WHY manni is a manni ? why am i NOT a sponge bob ? or WHY am i "NOT" a super HERO ? the answere is simply you're dumb, D for dog, U for an umbrella, M for manni and B for a bum,(you could make it wutever you want too but bum isnt a bad option or is it ? ) , the thing is, YOU could make things workout for urself but you dont and why not ? bcuz .. ... .. i'm just too lazy to answere this right now ... plus, did you ever try to get ME ? no ??, ofcourse, i know, you know but again you dont know what i know, so im going to let you know, what i know, and then i'd know what you know and every one would know what we both know, great .... isnt it?

Opinion about tatafry:
But If your opinion of me includes the words: fucking idiot, lunatic, faggot, annoying, demi-god, Manni, b*&nchod(sister fucker), haramzada(TRANSLATION please), sarcastic bitch, swine...CONGRATULATIONS! you're not the only one who thinks of me this way.

Social Life:
I hate being social(if you're a GUY,i repeat guy, and only if ur ugly like markus *hint*hint*) and I'd rather have my genitals branded with a hot iron rather than indulge in small talk, but you never know,miracle does HAPPENS.
There are only a handful of people I really care for in the world. 70.12 % of them are in my friends list.

Looks:
I'm overweight and frankly I don't give a rat's arse(thats how YOU all should be, no metrosexuals eh ? ).
All comments regarding obesity, ugliness and how I'm going to die of a heart attack when I'm 35 can be forwarded to usman321@hotmail.com.

Past Life:
I believe in love as a concept but I believe most people don't find it. I don't want to marry and want to remain a bachelor and 18 forever. Relationships (gathered from the experiences of people around me) are a huge pain in the ass UNLESS you're in with some one worth who IS luckily ready to spend her/his beautiful crappy life with muself.

Humour:
I believe I posess a fine sense of humor.

Pervert eh?:
OHHH. YES, i am one of a kind. I'm a filthy minded savage reprobate and I like myself just fine.
I have moodswings and there are periods when I can do without everyone else.
I don't think anyone really understands me and that includes me.
I value my privacy and jealously guard it. People who don't know when to leave me alone are welcome to "fuck off".

Rockazoid ?
I dont smoke and I know how to play a guitar. Now if I had good looks, I'd be on the road to rockstardom.

P.S.:
I don't believe in love at first sight, aliens, soulmates, looks > personality, money is everything (though it is a lot) and other such nonsense.
Always on the lookout for fraandshippers and other tards to fuck around with.