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I've been a ghost here. But I am trying to expand my horizons. I am just changing my focus.

I've started blogging: [link]

Read, let me know what you think.

Sairah

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/23977774/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/23977774/ Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:34:48 PDT
Thank God it's only Bingo.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/21586141/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/21586141/ Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:32:19 PST
My son and I went out this evening to pick up some bread and milk. It wasn't too cold. Crisp. With lightly falling flakes. The perfect kind of winter.

I've made my client happy today with some work I've done.

My son is here beside me, playing with the keys on my keyboard.

Life is, Alhamdu-Lilla, good.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/18635893/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/18635893/ Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:34:52 PDT
I have not been able to.

I go back and read over things I have written before. Some of it is good, some not so good. One or two things, I dare to say, are even very good.

But words don't come to me anymore. They used to flow from my fingertips. Not anymore.

I'll try. Again.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/15127089/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/15127089/ Fri, 19 Oct 2007 10:08:29 PDT The thought that guides the hand is busy drinking tea

Consistency is lacking.

Am I a good poet? What determines one to be good? Is it feedback? Is it technical? Is it perception? Is it self-portayal?

Am I a good writer? Are my thoughts lucid? Are my ideas legible?

Thoughts? ]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13314225/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13314225/ Tue, 12 Jun 2007 09:10:27 PDT The thought that guides the hand is busy writing code

I get really icked with code at times.

At other times, I don't even have to think about it, and it flows as freely from my fingertips as do words of a poem.

Most people look at coders as if they have robotic souls. That is not true.

I am a coder.
And a poet.

My code is poetry at a higher level.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13257548/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13257548/ Thu, 07 Jun 2007 20:25:12 PDT I mean really big!!!

Okay, its like this. I'm launching a website, I need someone to design me a logo.

I am willing to pay, but I can not afford a lot. Actually, I can only afford very very very little.

Is anyone out there willing to work for a pittance?

I'll really be grateful ]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13216544/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13216544/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 14:54:01 PDT Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest

I love this quote. It embodies everything.

Too bad no one around me is willing to understand.

Don't scratch your heads trying to get what I'm aiming at. I'm too lazy to expand on the subject. Just let me say that its not a person I'm bothered with.

Can you take it from there?

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13173015/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/13173015/ Fri, 01 Jun 2007 06:19:21 PDT Money is important..isn't it

But why is it the main focus of all things?

Life has settled into a semi-permanent state. We work. We study.

We don't find a lot of time for play. What free time we have seems to vanish into puffs of trips to the grocery store, errands, chores.

Maintaining a life - not a life-style - but just a life. Is hard.

Still, be glad that we have work, we have study, we have the chores. If we did not have these, we would have time only for play. And that can't be a good thing.

I am melancholy today. Though I should not be. My baby sleeps after taking his morning bottle of milk. My husband sleeps beside him, coaxing my baby back to sleep whenever he stirs.

A peaceful sight.

Still, despite all this, I am blue. Maybe I should get out today. I wish. Maybe I'll go watch Shrek 3. I haven't seen it yet. They say it’s not as good as the others. Khurram will want to watch Pirates of the Caribbean though.

Lets see.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12991540/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12991540/ Thu, 17 May 2007 16:24:06 PDT
I was at the doctros with my kid. He has viruses. Yup, not one, but multiple viruses.

Other than the 103 fever, he's happy.

What day is it where you're at?

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12653875/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12653875/ Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:27:37 PDT
Thank God the sun is out today, it was cold...colder still given the fact that I've come from Pakistan. But today is a lovely spring day.

And how am I enjoying it, by taking my kid out for a walk? By basking in the delightful rays?

NO!

I'm at my desk, working.

Making a living is tough on sunny spring days...

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12137268/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12137268/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:23:06 PST
The stupid airline reduced the allowed baggage. It was 32 kg per bag, two bags per adult, one for my baby. They've cut it down to 23 kg per bag, 2 per adult. And only ONE bag, 10 kg, for my baby.

Those morons have probably never travelled with a baby. They've probably never seen babies. Who can fit in everything a baby needs, especially when one is MOVING, SHIFTING, setting up a new life on a new continent, into 10 kgs.

This means that I can't bring any of my kids toys with me. Also that I'm probably going to have to pay extra for the extra baggage. At $100 a bag, thats extortion!!!!

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12047607/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/12047607/ Sun, 04 Mar 2007 00:09:19 PST
then its off to Canada!

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/11294679/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/11294679/ Tue, 02 Jan 2007 21:47:38 PST
]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/11134366/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/11134366/ Thu, 21 Dec 2006 02:22:40 PST
I love my son, but he has strange habits.

When the doctor pokes the needle in him, he LAUGHS! Where did I go wrong??? Doesn't he know he's supposed to fuss!!

Oh well.


***TWO HOURS LATER***

He cried! Whew!

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/10983531/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/10983531/ Thu, 07 Dec 2006 12:46:49 PST
Very chaotic - but the kids had fun, and thats the important part.

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/10718780/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/10718780/ Tue, 14 Nov 2006 01:54:32 PST
Life is very busy. I'm planning on moving to Canada next year. There are so many deails. I hope I can find a job there.

Anyways, just thought I'd make my presence felt. I'll write something as soon as I am able to.

Bye!

]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7843666/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7843666/ Thu, 09 Feb 2006 05:07:43 PST ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7607574/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7607574/ Sun, 15 Jan 2006 04:15:32 PST
Here are some pics of my son Mustafa.......

h"Mustafa ]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7252410/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/7252410/ Thu, 08 Dec 2005 02:47:58 PST
We named him Mustafa Khurram Saddal.

I am in awe. ]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/6639218/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/6639218/ Fri, 30 Sep 2005 02:03:06 PDT
Hurry up, will ya! ]]> ~sairah http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/5852984/ http://sairah.deviantart.com/journal/5852984/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 01:34:20 PDT
I am tired. I am so tired. I sit here at my desk and try to work. I work. But my body yells for rest.

I am weak. It is as if my whole life force has drained out fo me. I am unable to compel my body to obey a single command.

I lay in bed and cry. My husband looks on helplessly, asking me what he can do to stem the flow of my tears. How can I tell him when I don’t know what it is I want, what it is that will comfort me. He massages my legs and my back. It helps for a while, but the “while” does not last nearly long enough.

I have four more months to go. It is the pot of gold at the end - notice the absence of the word ‘rainbow’ - that offers the only comfort; provides the only reason to go on. ]]> ~sairah