I miss my music.

I couldn't think of a good title. But yeah, I feel like writing about this. I miss my music. In a sense that, all the music that I've listened to from 2004 onwards, I've listened to it during times when I felt strong emotions, either negative or positive. I don't really miss the times I guess, I miss the music. I got over some music that I listened to back then, that defined my mood, and got new memories for some music that I still listen to. I dedicate this post to the great musicians out there, who gave me the most amazing experiences everytime I chose to give their songs a chance to help me get through the day.

Metallica. I miss you guys. You guys defined my musical days in 2004 and 2005. I listened to ALL your songs, and my playlists had your songs ONLY. The way I was feeling back then, I related to the songs. I got over that phase now. I deleted you from my library. Forever, I guess.

Pink Floyd. I love you guys. I'll never get over this phase, for the sole reason that your stuff is diverse, and I've related to it in almost all phases in those years. And I still do. I had amazing memories while jamming with Shameil on your songs, and I miss those days. And now I have memories of a particular song of yours with Sana. You are to stay, floyd. Forever.

Various blues artists. The phase started in 2007. Yeah, I transformed. I matured. I thought of looking into stuff other than just mushy songs or metal! And I found you, way back from the 50s onwards. I love all you guys. Buddy bro, B.B. King, SRV, Jeff Healey, Eric Clapton and loads of others. You gave me what no other music did; the strong love for the most beautiful musical instrument ever made. The guitar. I play blues to myself now, when I have the time. And smile. These are memories that will always remain.

Ahh. This post just stopped making sense. I guess what I just want to here here is thank everyone who featured in my musical life. Including my friends who suggested stuff, jammed with me, listened to stuff with me and everyone in between. I love you guys. And I love my music. Right now, when there's nothing to do at ALL, it's keeping me alive.

First day of Ramadan.

Killer. A total killer. No, I'm not feeling hungry or thirsty that's killing me, but the way people are acting around me, is a killer. It's strange how in a DAY, people can transform into pious God-fearing abstaining people from NOTHING.

I've had a long lecture from my momdad, forcing me to finish the Qur'an at least once this Ramadan, a lecture from Samira about how Namaz will help me get through the fast easier, a lecture from Nazia about how I am trying to act cool by not behaving in a respectful, 'Islamic' way during Ramadan.

I don't get it. If I'm islamic, I should be that way all year, all the time! Why just these 30 days? I'm sorry, I refuse to transform myself into the 'pious' adult male of the house in a day. Yes, I respect the month and I fast as it is traditional and teaches me (somewhat) the plight of the needy heh, but that's about it. I don't need lectures on becoming a Muslim all over again. And those lectures being forgotten by the lecturers on Eid. Sigh.

The last four months.

I didn't have time for a blog entry. I was 'busy' for four months. So much has happened since April 14, that it's not even funny.

I found Sana. I don't know if found is the right word, because she was always there haha, but yeah, everything happened so fast. After aptil, all I could think of was visiting Dubai so I could see her again, and damn Dubai and those 15 days were just awesome. Putting that into words is dumb. I don't want to. I won't.

Where I stand now is what has made me make this post I guess. I have all the time on me right now. University doesn't start for another month, Sana has moved to Florida, and I'm alone all day, doing nothing but sitting online, waiting for WAPDA to strike, and then waiting to come back online. Or I'm watching movies and concerts on my pc. Life is...ahh well.

I've realized Sundus and I have become friends again. Like the old times. We bitch about people like the old days, and maybe that's because we both have shitloads of time on our hands haha. So yeah Sundus, woohoo!

Fraz, I love you. In a non-gay way as I always say. You're one of the..no. You're THE most patient and sweet guy I've come across, and I pray you get what you want man. I sincerely hope everything works out for you. You're amazing. An angel among bitches like me and sundus.

That's about it. I'm turning emo gradually. Without a job, university, fun, and my babe, there's nothing to really laugh about anyway. I hope Ramadan brings with it the entertainment that it always did in Lahore, with people going all islamic on eachother's ass in the most random places and times.