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7 Yrs Down the Track!!

Woohoo..time flies, no doubt!!

I am such an oldie, I still have this slam book I made in 1999, 7 yrs down the track I feel I changed at some points.. In case you don't know what's a slam book, lemme tell you, its a notebook that asks several questions.. first the owner of the notebook answers them, and then gets it filled by friends.. :d so there..

I'll just put up some questions/queries here, and my responses to them now, in italics..

Favourite subject: chemistry
Was I in my senses when I wrote that stuff, eww now I hate chemistry all the way

Favourite pet: Rabbit..
Whoa!! its cats now

Favourite Car: Civic..
Lol, i was such an...... khayr, now I just like small cozy cars, even motor bikes would do!!!

Favourite singer: Uh uh music is not allowed in Islam so there is no favourite singer
LOL, was that me?? so religious..

View on life: Life is a road! cross it!
Wow, so smart, I think lifes like that, live with it!!

Opinion on boys n girls: Boys are silly while girls are always the best.
:lol: *roll eyes*

Next World: A Computer Age.
Nostradamus!!!, eh??!?!?

Are you a complete muslim? Not Exactly!
Well, its still that way..

If you have a time machine? I'll go in future.
No way, Wanna go back to my past! Perhaps 7 yrs ago, I wasn't aware of future..

How much do you study? More or less the whole day.
Duh, no more such occurences now..

Are you satisfied with your teaching institute? Locker system should be provided.
Was reading too many Sweet Valley books back then, btw, they still didn't get no lockers!!!

You like people who..? Are like me, not proud or fussy, but friendly.
hm, now I like those who like me, ain't liars, n cheapstakes.

You dislike people who..? Are proud, fussy and selfish.
Yeah, I still dislike them.. :d

Your ambition: To do MBA.
*sighs* sweet dreams..

If you get Rs 10,000 then? Wonderful, simply cant say.
LOL, back then Rs 10,000 was a lot of amount..

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Old memoirs..
People change every moment, I also changed.. for good too..



Comments

Sarah said…
lol That was funny, liked seeing your reactions to things you wrote years ago! "life is a road, cross it" lool very profound! lol =D
Sat May 20, 01:35:00 AM
Anonymous said…
"Favourite subject: chemistry"... thats cool. Bloging from Karachi... much cooler. Thanks for commenting.. I will have the poem up by the end of next week. :-)
Sat May 20, 02:41:00 AM
Karachiite said…
Sarah..lol..profound, eh??

prometheus, nooo, 7 yrs ago, I liked chemistry but I dropped the subject in high school.. :( since I couldnt carry on with organic stuff..
Sat May 20, 02:38:00 PM
Jamal Ashiqain said…
Time moves too swiftly and it drags us with it, but how nicely we take this drag, depends entirely upon us. I remember filling many similar Slam Books when I was in school, but sadly I don’t have any of those friends or books to look back at, but yeah the past has always been better, Life was less complicated, which makes me wonder Is it us who have made life so completed or have we just realized a fact..
Sat May 27, 12:20:00 AM
Karachiite said…
As things/people grow bigger, they always become more complicated..
Mon May 29, 11:31:00 PM
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