102nd - The Emergencies

I'm home! Hurray! And as it turns out, injured, sick and apparently, really stupid.

One. My back hurts. This is nothing new. Old car accident injury acting up again. Hurray! I get to have some 17-year-old electrocute me with little sticky paddles!

Two. I've got a fever and what-have-you this time of year. The only person I knew was sick was Asmar and I wasn't really seated near her at any point. The HELL, man?

Three. Saturday night. I was eating a piece of mango flavored licorice and I happened to sneeze. This resulting in turning a piece of licorice traveling down my throat into a projectile headed the opposite way and lodging itself up my nose. A lot higher than these things normally lodge themselves. I waited for the snot to get it and as I was waiting, it started to really hurt. Really, REALLY HURT! Then the snot got it and it slid a little to a more bearable position.

The night continued. Around 530am or 6am, I awoke to find myself in desperate amounts of pain again. I said, "screw it" along with some other expletives and drove myself to the emergency, located not very far from my house. After an embarrassing conversation with the Triage nurse, and another embarrassing one with the doctor, a flash light was shone up my nose, followed by some saline solution, i would assume, which did nothing and then a long curved tweezer which painfully removed the orange blood and snot covered piece of licorice.

It turns out, the murderous licorice projectile managed to lodge itself a lot higher than it normally wold have because it was soft at the moment of swallowing and while clogging up my sinus, hardened. The lesson learned, licorice is EVIL!

zQ

101st - Cellography

I decided to empty out of my cell phone. Some stuff in there just had to go. This is some of the more inexplicable stuff that I've stumbled upon and decided to snap a photo of. Some of them are interesting, some not so much. Enjoy...

I have no idea why I have this but I figured it was a good place to start. This tends to be my wallpaper from time to time.
I have no idea who or where this code belongs. if this is someone's code for something, let me know so I can delete this out of my phone. I'm positive the second I delete this, I'll need it or at the least remember where it's from.

These are stairs. this is normallymy cellphone background.

Are unauthorized people really allowed anywhere? I should open a club and have all these unauthorized losers flock to me. I'd name it...wait for it... wait for it...unauthorized.
Minus a delivery service, I can't really think of what that would entail. Feel free to enlighten us.
Yup, that's the pope surrounded by four naked asian chicks. This was in that same building as that black mattress guy.
I believe this is at Haider's house and I have no idea why Momes was so cold, but it's cute nonetheless.
I'm positive I didn't take this picture. I'm pretty sure I wasn't even here for this even, but here is saima asleep at a resturaunt. How is this on my cell?
I don't know why, I always giggle when I see this. It's already been explained to me, so don't bother.
This is absolutely disgusting. I was at this building in this dude's apartment and that's his mattress. If you look closely at the bottom corner, you can see the real colours [a pink floral design] and it's now black with ciggarette ash and grime. the whole apartment is all nasty and grimy. however, on the other side of this sick thing is an LCD TV and a sattelite system. Priorities.
Saw this at UMT. thought it was funny. That little stick figure is Shivali.
I have no plausible explanation for why I took a picture of myself in a dank bathroom. None.
This is one of the first things you see when you arrive in Winnipeg and it pretty much sets the tone for the remainder of your stay.
This was on a classroom door. The little blue tape says, "Muscles".

I'm ws curious about why they needed to mention it was the 11th Floor. Either they thought someone would mistake it for the second floor or the people on the 11th are kinda not all there.
This is the kid I saw at Best Buy in Edmonton. I was talking to Amaan at the time and told him I'd call him back so I could take this picture. He's like 12! 13 tops.
the cloning fridge at a place I was at one time but can't say where. there were rows and rows of these. I wanted to open one but they were all locked.
Why would you keep that surname? It's the new age.
i actually saw this and instantly thought about asmar. I don't know why, this is just her kind of thing. No, I don't think the sun shines out of her butt.

So, there you have it. The images from my cell phone.

ZQ

100th - parting words from sixth

sixth lie says:
ok - zaffar better go now
sixth lie says:
must get ready for work
sixth lie says:
be good
sixth lie says:
we miss you
sixth lie says:
have fun this weekend
sixth lie says:
doing your thang
sixth lie says:
remember, dont get pregnant
sixth lie says:
or let anyone touch you
sixth lie says:
unles syou want to
sixth lie says:
then dont anyway
sixth lie says:
but if you really really want to
sixth lie says:
still dont
sixth lie says:
but if it's liek jesus or something and you're into that sorta thing
sixth lie says:
then i guess - no
sixth lie says:
but if it's batman, it's cool
sixth lie says:
but not adama west
sixth lie says:
of george clooney
sixth lie says:
or that dude from batman 3
sixth lie says:
VAL KILMER
sixth lie says:
or the first 2
sixth lie says:
or the new one
sixth lie says:
if its batman the comic book one, then yes
sixth lie says:
or the one from teh animated series
sixth lie says:
i shoudl stop now
sixth lie says:
oh, and no MOSES
sixth lie says:
there will be hell is moses gets any
sixth lie says:
maybe master chief
sixth lie says:
but you'd have to make sure it's him
sixth lie says:
none of the mario brothers - you know how plumbers are
sixth lie says:
and no pakistanis
sixth lie says:
also, no married people
sixth lie says:
or people who hvae nlue highlights
sixth lie says:
or yellow ones
sixth lie says:
those people are teh worst
sixth lie says:
pink high lights is okay
sixth lie says:
ogres are a no
sixth lie says:
old people, no
sixth lie says:
unless its someone super charming and cultures and gay, like ian mcallen
sixth lie says:
or dumblerdore
sixth lie says:
holy shit - dumbledore is a homo
sixth lie says:
it makes sense, especially about grindlewald
sixth lie says:
i always wondered abotu that
sixth lie says:
no hookin gup with any bollywood actors - they're all filthy
sixth lie says:
especially salman khan, whose not in jail for some reason
sixth lie says:
alright, peace out

99th - The Muslim way - wake up. pray. kill non-believers. pray. meal time. pray. plan to kill non-believers. pray. prepare your weapons. pray. sleep.

So, I was reading the news and came across Mulla Whatever-the-Hell called for Jihad, holy war on the Pakistani Authorities. Fu*king Mullas always set me off. Anyway, I wrote a letter to the BBC in hopes of accomplishing nothing but still. If nobody contests it, it becomes factual. Here it is...

"do you guys do any sort of research before you say something completely idiotic. look it up.

jihad does NOT MEAN 'holy war' - it refers to a muslim's daily struggle to be good/muslim. not, 'go forth and kill non-believers' as many major media outlets have made it out to be.

considering how muslims are a major news item nowadays, for the sake of not sounding like complete morons, get the oxford dictionary of islam or islam for dummies and look up some of the stuff you guys have posted as fact. what religion actually says to go forth and kill non-believers? name one.

people hiding behind religion to commit whatever acts they're intending are doing just that, hiding behind religion. not following it's edicts and i'm pretty sure, you can look this up, you're a news source [it's called research], people calling themselves muslims aren't the first to do it.

side note - i realize you're probably that whoever is reading this is probably not the right person or this will just go ignored but someone has to say it."

That's all.


ZQ

98th - the i'm-a-complete-crap-flinging-monkey contest is over

To the free people's of Sixth O'Clock

Has anyone else noticed that people around my age have this really stupid habit of posting pictures of their speedometers at really stupid speeds?

The sad part is you never hear about any of these idiots dying. So I decided to once and for all put an end to this content. I win. Stop trying.


If that's not enough to get you to pack it in, there's more.


I think it's pretty clear, I win. So stop. You just look like a jackass when you post pictures of speedometer going 180 [especially when that's the top speed of the car] so stop. Also, I'm sure your parents don't appreciate you doing that to their car.

Now that we can put that unpleasantness behind us. Today is the start of Sarah and Iqbal Jaan G's wedding. WHOOO WEDDINGS! Last night, we got yelled at by Amina, then Sarah, then Amina, the Mansoor bum rushed me, then Amina yelled at the both of us and then Sarah yelled at me for telling a story about my cross dressing friend while she was nazi teaching. So all in all, we're pretty excited. I still don't have any of the clothes and stuff ready. So, we're pretty on par with all previous weddings. You think we'd be more on the ball with this sorta thing.

SOCK PARTY is upcoming.

Ciao


ZQ

97th - sleepings babies

I had a vague moral debate about this. SORTA.

Turn up your speakers. Trust me, it's worth it.

First off, we have baby Jibba the Hutt taking a nap after a long stretch of playing while being sick. Take a listen. I know it's adorable but focus on the snoring part please.

Now we have baby Mansoor sleeping after a long day and night or playing. I'm not sure if he was sick.

That is all for this blog.

It's okay to miss me. Everyone does. Try not to miss me too much though. Screw that. Miss me like you'd miss oxygen.


ZQ