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This is my diary, i am free to write whatever i want, when i want, be it crap or not
Thursday, July 29, 2010
So True!!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Let's Toast to the Ladies
| Anti Drinking Campaign - 1919 |
I don't drink liquor but i do not want to get anywhere near their lips, never ever, ever. This ad is all wrong, in order for someone to actually get anywhere near them one needs to be liquored up, to the extreme. The ultimate sign of extreme being in a constant state of throwing up and that is what i did after seeing this poster, i threw up a little in my mouth. No wonder the whole of America is a huge Alcoholic mess, they did this to themselves just to avoid coming in contact with the ladies featured above. I bet this ad was produced by the liquor companies themselves because they knew the adverse devastating effect of this image on men all over the USA. This ad is a perfect example of reverse psychology, don't show them the evils of drinking instead show them the reward for not drinking and they are bound to drown themselves in alcohol and that is exactly what happened. Hats off to the evil geniuses who came up with such a nasty yet rewarding concept for a campaign.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Please Follow Her
Fri Jul 16 COPPELL, Texas – A city official says the mayor of an upscale Dallas suburb who investigators believe shot dead her teenage daughter before killing herself had been facing a spending review.
City Manager Clay Phillips has told the Dallas Morning News that he asked the city attorney to investigate Coppell (kuh-PEL') Mayor Jayne Peters' city-issued credit card use. The Friday report says Phillips did not provide details of the questionable charges since October.
Foreclosure Listing Service records show Peters' home was foreclosed on last July.( Source Yahoo.com)
Here we have it; the mayor of a small town in USA committed suicide along with her daughter because she didn’t have enough means and measures to support herself and her daughter all the while being the "Mayor" of a small town. Can we imagine something like that happening in Pakistan? Unthinkable is the one syllable answer, our Nazims or MPA’s do not commit suicide firstly because they don't have to and secondly if committing suicide is a form of a sick twisted ritual, then they have people who perform this inhumanely unholy ritual everyday of the week, all over Pakistan, round the year.
It does not matter how bleak the situation is, the absolute worst that the world throws at you does not justify suicide, it just doesn’t, but I wish our politicians take this women as an example and start following in her footsteps so we the people could finally see some light at the end of the tunnel and start hoping once again.
Since we know that our politicians will never ever face a situation of financial rigidness, here are some suggestions to motivate them to go for it and end their life before we, the people end ours:
1) Not getting the agreed upon percentage in an under the table deal
2) Not getting a bullet proof vehicle for their kids to go to school in
3) Not getting a personal helicopter and a helipad
4) Not getting the status of being officially untouchable
5) Not getting the status of being god
6) Not getting the citizen ship of a European Country
7) Not being officially declared as above the law
8) Not being officially declared as exempted from every type of taxation
9) Not getting their faces printed on the currency notes
10) Not getting a Nishan-e-Imtiaz and a mausoleum space reserved for them during their lifetime
I sincerely hope our filthy politicians perform this ritual on themselves ASAP so Pakistan can finally get rid of the Bad Omen surrounding us for the past 63 long and painful years.
City Manager Clay Phillips has told the Dallas Morning News that he asked the city attorney to investigate Coppell (kuh-PEL') Mayor Jayne Peters' city-issued credit card use. The Friday report says Phillips did not provide details of the questionable charges since October.
Foreclosure Listing Service records show Peters' home was foreclosed on last July.( Source Yahoo.com)
Here we have it; the mayor of a small town in USA committed suicide along with her daughter because she didn’t have enough means and measures to support herself and her daughter all the while being the "Mayor" of a small town. Can we imagine something like that happening in Pakistan? Unthinkable is the one syllable answer, our Nazims or MPA’s do not commit suicide firstly because they don't have to and secondly if committing suicide is a form of a sick twisted ritual, then they have people who perform this inhumanely unholy ritual everyday of the week, all over Pakistan, round the year.
It does not matter how bleak the situation is, the absolute worst that the world throws at you does not justify suicide, it just doesn’t, but I wish our politicians take this women as an example and start following in her footsteps so we the people could finally see some light at the end of the tunnel and start hoping once again.
Since we know that our politicians will never ever face a situation of financial rigidness, here are some suggestions to motivate them to go for it and end their life before we, the people end ours:
1) Not getting the agreed upon percentage in an under the table deal
2) Not getting a bullet proof vehicle for their kids to go to school in
3) Not getting a personal helicopter and a helipad
4) Not getting the status of being officially untouchable
5) Not getting the status of being god
6) Not getting the citizen ship of a European Country
7) Not being officially declared as above the law
8) Not being officially declared as exempted from every type of taxation
9) Not getting their faces printed on the currency notes
10) Not getting a Nishan-e-Imtiaz and a mausoleum space reserved for them during their lifetime
I sincerely hope our filthy politicians perform this ritual on themselves ASAP so Pakistan can finally get rid of the Bad Omen surrounding us for the past 63 long and painful years.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
You Know
You know you are poor when you sit outside of your house with your laptop turning on its WIFI hoping to steal someone else's wireless
You know you are poor when you wait late at night to steal petrol from someone else's car to use it in your own
You know you are poor when you dream of saving your farts to use as CNG
You know you are poor when you wish you were there at the latest Oil Spill just so you could have collected a free year's supply of oil
You know you are poor when you insist that the man filling petrol lets the very last drop of petrol drop into your petrol tank
You know you are poor when you believe that 2 tooth brushes are enough to last a year
You know you are poor when you do not order delivery to save the tip
You know you are poor when you are hungry as hell but still wait till midnight just to avail the midnight deal
You know you are poor when you ask is there any discount on the buy 1 get1 free deal
You know you are poor when you are constantly on the hunt for deals on anything
You know you are poor when the thought of shopping at Makro turns you on
You know you are poor when you proudly show off your Suzuki FX
You know you are poor when you president asks for aid, from Ethiopia
You know you are poor when you start calculating how much you’ve spent on your kids
You know you are poor when you polish your shoes once a year
You know you are poor when you supposedly go away on a trip just to avoid giving Eidi to kids
You know you are poor when you slaughter a chicken on Eid-ul-Adha
You know you are poor when the bank’s recovery people insist on giving you money
You know you are poor when you use a dial up connection to connect to the internet
You know you are poor when you color you hair black with crayons
You know you are poor when you write your name; address and telephone number on a piece of paper and use it as your visiting card
You know you are poor when you and your wife both use the same cell phone
You know you are poor when you continuously look at the ground while walking in the hope of finding some money
You know you are poor when you bargain over fees with your doctor
You know you are poor when you fake a serious illness just because the ambulance ride costs less than a cab
You know you are poor when no bank offers to give you credit cards
You know you are poor when you try to save your good mood for later use
You know you are poor when beggars on the traffic signal bug every car except yours
You know you are poor when you President is Asif Ali Zardari
You know you are poor when you wait for load shedding to enjoy a candle light dinner, at home
You know you are poor when you still have a ball mouse instead of an optical
You know you are poor when thieves at gun point rob artificial jewelery off your wife and you go to the police station to launch an FIR against them
You know you are poor when a mosquito coil serves two purposes at your home, to drive away mosquitoes and act as a room freshener
You know you are poor when cockroaches at your house commit suicide to avoid death by hunger
You know you are poor when the vendors at light house know you by name
You know you are poor when you wait late at night to steal petrol from someone else's car to use it in your own
You know you are poor when you dream of saving your farts to use as CNG
You know you are poor when you wish you were there at the latest Oil Spill just so you could have collected a free year's supply of oil
You know you are poor when you insist that the man filling petrol lets the very last drop of petrol drop into your petrol tank
You know you are poor when you believe that 2 tooth brushes are enough to last a year
You know you are poor when you do not order delivery to save the tip
You know you are poor when you are hungry as hell but still wait till midnight just to avail the midnight deal
You know you are poor when you ask is there any discount on the buy 1 get1 free deal
You know you are poor when you are constantly on the hunt for deals on anything
You know you are poor when the thought of shopping at Makro turns you on
You know you are poor when you proudly show off your Suzuki FX
You know you are poor when you president asks for aid, from Ethiopia
You know you are poor when you start calculating how much you’ve spent on your kids
You know you are poor when you polish your shoes once a year
You know you are poor when you supposedly go away on a trip just to avoid giving Eidi to kids
You know you are poor when you slaughter a chicken on Eid-ul-Adha
You know you are poor when the bank’s recovery people insist on giving you money
You know you are poor when you use a dial up connection to connect to the internet
You know you are poor when you color you hair black with crayons
You know you are poor when you write your name; address and telephone number on a piece of paper and use it as your visiting card
You know you are poor when you and your wife both use the same cell phone
You know you are poor when you continuously look at the ground while walking in the hope of finding some money
You know you are poor when you bargain over fees with your doctor
You know you are poor when you fake a serious illness just because the ambulance ride costs less than a cab
You know you are poor when no bank offers to give you credit cards
You know you are poor when you try to save your good mood for later use
You know you are poor when beggars on the traffic signal bug every car except yours
You know you are poor when you President is Asif Ali Zardari
You know you are poor when you wait for load shedding to enjoy a candle light dinner, at home
You know you are poor when you still have a ball mouse instead of an optical
You know you are poor when thieves at gun point rob artificial jewelery off your wife and you go to the police station to launch an FIR against them
You know you are poor when a mosquito coil serves two purposes at your home, to drive away mosquitoes and act as a room freshener
You know you are poor when cockroaches at your house commit suicide to avoid death by hunger
You know you are poor when the vendors at light house know you by name
Friday, July 9, 2010
What i want
I want Pakistan to be like the Incredible Hulk, take no shit from anyone and smash to bits everything that comes in my way attitude.
I want Pakistan to be like a reverse swinging in swinging yorker, you miss i hit
I want Pakistan to be like Mc Gyver, resourceful at using anything and everything as a weapon
I want Pakistan to be like Zidane, headbutting every country in the world that tries to annoy us
I want Pakistan to spank the living daylights out of India out of Kashmir
I want Pakistan to show up as the toughest fu**ing mad ass fighter at every UN meeting
I want Pakistan to stick dynamite sticks up every TTP member's poo hole and light it
I want Pakistan to make an action figure of Ahmedinijad and distribute it free to children
I want Pakistan to take a crap on white house's lawn
I want Pakistan to declare Kim Jong-il as its long lost fraternal brother
I want Pakistan to ask other countries to pay ransom to us for not blowing them up
I want Pakistan to name Fidel Castro as the Uncle no one talks about
I want Pakistan to stop getting involved in useless shit created by others
I want Pakistan to whip some much needed sense into Baloch Separatists
I want Pakistan to get its water back from India via missile target practice on their dams
I want Pakistan to name Abdul Qadeer Khan as the baddest Nuclear Scientist ever
I want Pakistan to form a mafia with China, Iran, North Korea and Russia and call it The Fantastic Five
I want Pakistan to employ the Queen of England as the head maid in the President's House
I want Pakistan to ask Hugo Chavez about the appearance of "balls" and how to use them
I want Pakistan to be like a reverse swinging in swinging yorker, you miss i hit
I want Pakistan to be like Mc Gyver, resourceful at using anything and everything as a weapon
I want Pakistan to be like Zidane, headbutting every country in the world that tries to annoy us
I want Pakistan to spank the living daylights out of India out of Kashmir
I want Pakistan to show up as the toughest fu**ing mad ass fighter at every UN meeting
I want Pakistan to stick dynamite sticks up every TTP member's poo hole and light it
I want Pakistan to make an action figure of Ahmedinijad and distribute it free to children
I want Pakistan to take a crap on white house's lawn
I want Pakistan to declare Kim Jong-il as its long lost fraternal brother
I want Pakistan to ask other countries to pay ransom to us for not blowing them up
I want Pakistan to name Fidel Castro as the Uncle no one talks about
I want Pakistan to stop getting involved in useless shit created by others
I want Pakistan to whip some much needed sense into Baloch Separatists
I want Pakistan to get its water back from India via missile target practice on their dams
I want Pakistan to name Abdul Qadeer Khan as the baddest Nuclear Scientist ever
I want Pakistan to form a mafia with China, Iran, North Korea and Russia and call it The Fantastic Five
I want Pakistan to employ the Queen of England as the head maid in the President's House
I want Pakistan to ask Hugo Chavez about the appearance of "balls" and how to use them
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