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A LETTER TO EAVIN

A public personal letter for the big dummy Eavin.. ;)

There is some weird problem with my hotmail.com ... Last week I couldn'nt open it at all.. and now that i finally opened it.. im not able to send messages.. they are just forming drafts..

on the other hand.. my exams started today,... Eco first.. maybe you heard from Greesh.. The paper was actually good.. but i didnt get to finish it .. so that didnt go as well as i hoped..

hows your work going on?.. I know it sucks sending you a public message.. but no one reads my blog.. so its not a big deal i guess..

FARMVILLE- A SAGA!

My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.


Bum­ble has grown tired of Far­mville re­quests on Face­book. Every time he logs into Face­book some­one wants him to help la­bor on a farm, or send them a cow. Bum­ble ad­mits, Far­mville looked cool for a sec­ond. Hey Bum­ble even tried it for a day too. Here is how it turned out…



Bumble even had a migrant worker on his farm and still got bored really quick. Why? Because it’s not REAL! It will not save the environment, ease world hunger, make you less sad, or bring him back to you.

As a public service to Infidel Nation, Bumble has made some subtle posters you can share with your Farmville addicted friends that need an intervention. Feel free to pass them along…









My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.

A BAD DAY AT SCHOOL

We all have those bad days in school when nothing goes right. The teacher that looks at only the students sitting in the front seat catches you snoozing at the last and farthest seat in class. The homework that you finally did is unbelievably eaten by the dog and the teacher doesn’t believe your story. The teacher catches you yawning, eating, drinking or doing ANYTHING other than concentrating in class. If these incidents happen to you, I consider it an unlucky day. A bad day is a bit different. Fate just shows its bad side to you and you just stand there helpless.







INCIDENT I-
I am a good student and I like to say it too (=D). Last class I received my economics test paper with the highest mark in class- 19.5/20. Of course I was happy. But I am not so sure that the teacher was pleased much. Looked like she didn’t want to give me the marks, but she was helpless because I had written everything correctly. So according to the usual practice, we are supposed to get the test paper signed by our father. Not mother. ONLY father. My school faculty thinks that fathers are sterner (I didn’t know STERNER was a word) towards our marks. Thankfully it’s the other way round in my house. My mother is strict and my father is the kind that says “Things will get better. Try again.” Though I knew I had to get my paper signed, I kept lagging it on till the time I went to bed. I got the highest mark in class. I didn’t have to be worried about anything.




Just like every other story goes, I ended up forgetting to get the signature from my father. During economics period, I informed the teacher about my forgetfulness and she told me not to misuse the freedom given to me and that I should get it signed by the next day. That was it. Teachers are always in a good mood towards good students. I happily returned to my seat. Then the trouble started. Six students had not done their correction work and had not gotten the book signed. Two among them who had terrible failed, were copying they correction work from someone else’s notebook. Seeing this, the teacher just flew into a rage. She, one of the sweetest teachers we know, got really angry because the students were copying their work and not doing it themselves. She went out of the class and into the Madam’s room. Madam, let me capsule it for you, is the kind of person that you just don’t want to meet on a good day. She came back to class saying that she had clear instructions from the Madam to not seat any of the “incomplete” students in the class. That included me as I did not get my paper signed. Imagine how shocked I was when I was made to stand outside the class along with the others! Highest mark in the class and there I was standing outside, punished. The time spent outside the class was 70% of fun as I had my very close (FUN) friends along with me. But I felt really bad in missing the class because the only reason I could keep up my mark in class was due to the concentration I gave in class.





INCIDENT II-
Our monthly tests were going on and we had the Accountancy monthly test in the first two periods. Having prepared so well, I was shocked to find the test tough. I somehow managed to finish it off before the teacher snatched it away. Dissatisfied, the classes continued. In the last period, the teacher returned the test note books. She had corrected easily as according to her, I quote, “There is nothing to correct”. Ignoring all my expectations, I had flunked. I got an F in accountancy even after all that preparation - My first failure in my two years in the new school. I was on the verge of tears. I was pissed, I was angry, I was nauseous, and I just wanted to scream. How would I get my father to sign the paper?




INCIDENT III-
Our third period was computer science and we were waiting for the teacher to come to class. We have rule that we aren’t allowed to go outside the class unless accompanied by a teacher. Weird? Definitely! The teacher comes by and asks us to be quiet for 2 minutes as she had some important work to complete. We ignored her request and started making a lot of noise. We are students after all! What do you expect from us? Anyways, the teacher returns to the class and finds us making a level of noise not acceptable by her. She starts shouting at us on how rude and misbehaved we are. She was hurt and she was taking it out on us. She made this girl in my class stand up and kept asking her why she didn’t listen to the teacher. Her response surprised me. She said, “Sania and Greeshma were making noise too.” I dramatically turned my head at her and mentally said an “EFF YOU BIATCH” (Hey, I don’t swear usually). Her response to all the other questions asked by the teacher was pretty much the same. Though I had the anger in me then, I chickened out from confronting her I just didn’t want to risk the thin bond of friendship we shared.




I feel like an irritating 7th grader complaining about her school day. I usually don’t have days like this. But the flunking really got to me I guess.

GLOBAL WARMING

This is an article I wrote that was published in Gulf News- a newspaper in UAE. This was written when I was 13 years old.


While most of us would like to think that we aren't a part of the problem, the fact is that if you drive one of the many vehicles on the road, you are contributing to global warming.

Global warming is defined as an increase in the average temperature of the Earth's air and oceans, which is a big threat to the future of the world. Everywhere you turn, there is something describing the dangers of global warming. We have finally begun to realise the effect we are having on the planet but, unfortunately, as far as I know no one has been trying to reduce it by recycling or reducing. No one seems to be worried about the future. We aren't looking ahead at how all this could affect future generations and because of that, the planet is going to be in trouble. So why are we waiting to be blamed?

Prevention is always better than cure. Global warming has started and there isn't a way to stop it. All we can do now is reduce it as much as possible but it's a shame that no one is seriously considering ways to do that.

Do your part

People may think that it is impossible to live without air conditioners here because of the heat, especially in the summer. But I think that people can find ways to cool down. However, they wouldn't be able to do that if global warming reaches its peak.

Here are some other things that everyone can do to help reduce global warming:

- Reduce, re-use and recycle, the triple R's. It seems easy to do, so why aren't people doing that? By recycling half of their household waste, people can safe up to approximately 1,088 kilogrammes of carbon dioxide annually.

- Drive less. When you drive less, you emit fewer emissions. Other than saving fuel, walking and biking are great forms of exercise.

- Turn appliances off. When you leave a room, turn off un-used lights as well as appliances such as the television, stereo and computer. If you're not using them, then they shouldn't be plugged in.

- Plant a tree. A single tree will absorb approximately one ton of carbon dioxide throughout its lifetime.

The final thing that everyone can do is spread the message about global warming and its consequences. That way when people are aware, they can find ways to reduce the carbon dioxide levels before it's too late. It's the least we could do for our poor Earth.

http://youtu.be/6CcM8wcspmM

His name was Stallone. Rescued during a dogfighting raid, this pitbull terrier won the love of everyone around him. The heartbreaking story of this victim sheds light on the extreme cruelty he, and other dogs like him, endured - fight after fight.

DO NOT WATCH IF SENSITIVE .

FREEDOM

Today, during English class, we had a deep discussion about what the word ‘freedom’ meant to us students. Though my friends just laughed it off casually and answered with whatever came into their mind, it put me into a deep, deep thought. When it was my turn to answer, I voiced my opinion of how freedom meant being able to take some decisions that we are really sure of. Freedom is the ability to stand on our own feet and not depend on others. My friend gave a similar but different opinion on that matter. She said, according to her, freedom meant being able to soar in the sky like a free bird. An image of a free bird soaring high in the sky with no responsibilities and no tension drew itself into my mind. It felt good. Freedom.


When I came back to reality and actually thought rationally about it, a free bird I not free from responsibilities or fears or tensions. Who are we to judge? Then what exactly is freedom? The various answers my friends gave were somewhat funny. One said, freedom is being able to chat in private without our parents watching over us. That, I do not agree to. Myself being a teenager, I know what a teenager is capable of doing online. It’s not a very pretty thing to say in a blog. If not properly looked upon and taken care of, a child can grow up in a wrong way. A million examples are portrayed in front of us in our society and surrounding. I have friends who are doing very wrong things that will bring shame to them and their family. Therefore, I am growing up a little and agreeing with the parents when they keep a watch on what their teenager is doing online in the privacy of her room.

I’m sorry for deviating from the topic of freedom. I don’t promise to stay on the topic though. A scene vividly came into my mind when the teacher told us about freedom. It was a scene from a movie. A wounded man was a battle ground fell to the ground and he screamed “FREEDOM” before he died. The scene sent a chill down my spine. Freedom is basically having rights. Having the power to be who you are. Not having to fear something or someone but god. When one of my other friends said that freedom to her meant being taken seriously, that led me into a totally different angle of thoughts. When she spoke, we could actually hear from her voice that she was hurt. She sorrowfully said about how her parents listened only to her elder sisters and not to her. It seems her opinions were never taken into matter. She was treated as a nobody. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had broken down into tears then and there. Some parents do that and knowingly or unknowingly, a child is hurt. She told us about how her parents ask her elder siblings about what colour the room should be painted, which type of cell phone he should buy, where they should go out for dinner etc. It seems they never bother about her suggestions unless it is solely relating to her. I can understand this situation if she was a 6 year old kid. But mind you, she is 16 years old. Her older siblings are 18 and 20. How does being 2 to 4 years elder than a person make that person anymore wiser? Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.


I had a similar case in my house yesterday. My elder sister had gone for her evening classes when my dad brought home a new iPhone 4G. Now mind you, I already have an iPod Touch 3rd gen. An iPhone and iPod is not much different except for iPhone letting you to make calls and send texts. As my father was not much of a tech-whiz, I took the iPhone from him and started making homely (creating a mobile account, setting iTunes etc). My father’s first reaction surprised me. He asked me to wait for my sister to come because she would know what to do more than me. A full year of using an iTouch, and my father expected my sister (who owned no Apple product) to know better. If I actually had the power to do so, I would have slammed down the iPhone and walked away. Don’t worry, I didn’t do it. I suddenly remembered that when I had purchased my iTouch, my sister was the one to configure it and make it ready to use. I didn’t get the chance to configure my own gadget. Would you blame me for being mad? I wouldn’t!


That’s where parents go wrong. They forget who to give importance and what kind of importance. Somewhere along the path of growing up, maybe my parents forgot that I wasn’t a kid anymore.

DEVIATED! Haha! Anyways what I just wanted to say is that freedom has a lot of meaning to different people. For some, it is being able to voice an opinion. But for some other, it may be equal to being born. Every day in our life is a fight to get recognized and taken seriously. Everyone wants to be free. Freedom is an everyday fight to be who you are.

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” - Albert Camus

FUN SIZED

Let me tell you how it feels
Let me show you how it deals
I am not skinny, I am fat
Not so thick haired, I know that

I am kinda’ short, about four-one
What they don’t say, short is fun!
I got no Gucci, or Prada in my closet
Woolen X’mas sweaters, to be honest

I can open a pickle jar
I am strong, I got some scars
I don’t act feeble to get him near
Men will come and go, I have no fear

I am not skinny, I don’t really wish
But I can make a guy wish I was his.
I can walk on the road, make-up free
Unlike you, face pack times three

I can walk, I can sing, feel the ray
You are a plastic doll, nothing more to say
I am real, nothing fake, everything fair
I’m free, I’m alive, don’t you wish you were ?

IRRITATINGLY PERFECT

Let me tell you from the beginning
How much you mean to me
Just seeing you in the morning
Magically brings a smile across my face

I don’t want to lie and say
That you bring the rainbow after the rain
You don’t always know the right thing to say
But you do always make me feel great

It just comes along with friendship
Anger, resentment and love
You hold my biggest pet peeves
You act like a little child

You really don’t know how to sing
On the other hand neither do I.
Maybe that’s what brought us so close
Or maybe it’s the way you listen when I talk.

It surprises me when you listen
(Though you have a blank expression)
For hours my exciting stories
About how my turtle ate a fish.

You act like a know-it-all
You want to be the UN secretary
You eat up all my Doritoes
The moment I open the packet!

Then what makes you my best friend?
I have wondered so many times!
Maybe it’s the way you are
You are irritatingly perfect.

You complete my mission called ‘life’.
Helping me survive the crazy twists and turns.

Looking back I take back what I said…
Maybe you do bring the rainbow after the rain.

DADDY'S DARLING...OR NOT

A tear dropp fell today From a childs innocent eyes The reason, I know not Might be of fear, terror and lies A tear dropp fell today Unnoticed and forgotten… From her blue azure eyes It lay silent, fear gripped Usually tucked into bed Happy, content, fully fed Kissed and tenderly hugged Memories remaining And they are fading Nothing‘s the same right now Things changed, don’t know how Her eyes are gripped in fear Reason hidden beneath her tears Her young body is frail Her footprints leaving a trail She wonders what has happened Her daddy, he has changed She is touched, not by love Nowhere, she sees a peaceful dove She is destroyed, by her trusted man To breath, she tries, she can’t Daddy’s darling has changed for worse Daddy’s darling is gone Daddy’s darling is bitterly cursed Daddy’s darling, gone with the wind A tear dropp falls from her eyes Falls to the harsh ground It rolls slowly down her cheeks It breaks… And the memories wash away Sania Harris

INDIA - A Global Economic Superpower

With great power come great responsibilities. Every ten year old knows where that has come from. India has the world’s second largest population with nearly 1000 people on every square mile of area nationwide. Since attaining independence from the British rule in 1947, India has been tackled with a lot of struggles and coercions. But this has not stopped the scenic country from appearing frequently in the reports of global political analysts and media mavens as the next probable superpower worldwide.

The bygone couple of years have rendered deterioration in the influence of United States as a super power. The morbid relationship of the country in finance and trade and commerce has handicapped the notion of the United States being a superpower. The gradual but rapid hampering encumbering of the United States has led the economists into pondering about the other prospects of worthy aspirants for the sought after “Super Power” emblem. The possibilities of the countries evolving as a superpower had our ever flourishing India at its chief.

On one hand, the news was received with astonishment and awe of the citizens due to several indicators like the fiscal, social and radical encounters faced by India. On the other hand, majority of the citizens hailed and saluted the news with their patriotic outlooks escalating beyond the blue. The republic had portrayed numerous demographic trends and has a rapidly expanding economy. It is not yet influential on the international platform as compared to some other major countries. But the bells have chimed and the future is vibrant and clear. India is ordained to be on the top.

I believe that India would make it to the top of the world as Indians are among the most intelligent people of the world. India has all the human and material resources that are prerequisite to become a superpower. It is only a question of administration and supervision. The country proudly holds immense resource of experienced, high caliber professionals in all spheres of knowledge and technology. India is deemed as a ‘Sleeping Tiger’ due to its capabilities in different fields like nuclear technology, space technology, agricultural research and software development. If provided with proper support, they would be able to implement any task that a developed nation may or may not be able to do.

My vision as a citizen of India would be to make India a superpower, both in economic and military terms. The endeavour to be taken to herald this result would be tremendous and not without pain. One may wonder why India has not achieved this goal yet and what has prevented India from achieving this goal. Many reasons point back at us the root cause is paved by the citizens themselves. Too much focus is given on social and religious issues and too little on economic matters. The national elections are being based on religious outputs which eventually lead to the election of leaders that are more focused on these aspects rather than on the economy and well-being of the country. ON the other side of the coin, India faces more problems like proper infrastructure facilities, low agricultural output, high illiteracy rate and poverty. India should be made fully self-reliant in the fields of technology, energy and food. The infrastructure facilities should be expanded and must prove to be one of the best that is available anywhere in the world. The scourge of illiteracy and corruption that can be seen in all walks of life should be thoroughly eradicated. They are sharpened knives wounding the country’s powers. The most threatening disruption faced by India in this era is that of utter poverty and helplessness. To become a superpower one day, the government should take a large step in eradicating poverty and ensure that no Indian is below the poverty line. A fast developing country requires educated and skilled labour and decent economic growth. A necessary step should be taken towards stabilizing a value for a rupee as the continuous devaluation of the rupee is seen as a major demerit. These necessities, hopes and aspirations should be raised without harming or sacrificing on any of the rich cultural heritage and diversity that India is blessed with.

The British Empire, where the sun never sets does not exist anymore. Therefore, there is no historical reason to believe that the richest and strongest nation of today will remind like that forever. Changes are occurred in the day to day life and thus, it does not come as a surprise that India holds an opportunity to become a superpower by the year 2025. It is about time that each and every citizen of the country realized that he is part of a winning team called INDIA. These dreams cannot be turned into reality by a magic wand or by chanting prayers or by a stroke of good luck. Only sheer hard work can result in the upbringing of the country. So let’s make it the obligation of every Indian citizen to aid their full effort in overcoming the challenges of the nation. With great power come great responsibilities. Let us initiate at this instant moment to be a responsible citizen to the country and a reliable human being to the world. India will ascent. Jai Hind.

THE IRONIC LITTLE BOY !

When they said ‘Little Boy’, this is the image that appeared in my mind… a young boy… innocence… naughtiness… tantrums… and that all. Not 100 miles perhaps did the thought of a bomb appear in mind! A bomb that killed thousands and more!

And they named the bomb ‘Little Boy’ … IRONIC… don’t you think?

NOT SO LITTLE- LITTLE BOY

I wonder if it intended irony Or sarcasm meant, perhaps For ‘Little Boy’ it is so-called And a devilish feat He portrayed, hundreds of thousands Allay as deep. Aye! No words endorsed And I still wonder, like I marvelled Then, a joke? I couldn’t laugh It slandered out and that was all Whats next? I merely reasoned Mama made me run, naked As I wondered, where my clothes? Then I moaned and hushed it I dozed and wondered if I did ‘Cause real as fire, not funny yet I whimpered with soundless cries Treaded on men as i moved, heads Said sorry but who did judge? Now phases have passed though Agony still sears, I still wonder Why ‘little boy’ they called it If little was not comparable For my nation is perishing since Curse upon thee, I say. sania harris

A SUICIDE NOTE...

Monotony is the main reason why I have become an ardent reader. Today, boredom steered me to a suicidal note left by a teenager. A tad more investigation and I found out that it’s not the case of ‘a’ teenager… this is a grave and sober case of ‘many’ teenagers that take their life. Suicide, though being a frequently heard expression, always sends a tremor down every one. And today, I was the recipient…I winced reading the brutal, grief striking stories of students ending their lives just for petite cases like being rebuked by teachers to major events like anti-gay bullying. It is already a struggle to live through the teen years encountering something new about yourself every now and then. To mount it all with bullying is a vast burden and sadly, some just don’t have the strength to hold on. Life is priceless … everyone says so and everyone knows it. But does everyone actually take heed of it? I doubt it! Islam has prohibited human beings from suicide because life is a reward given to us from the Almighty and we should do all we can to continue safeguard it. But when time proves challenging… when actions are heart rupturing … when words harm mightier than swords, don’t we, for an instant at least, loose the desire to live? Many of us revive from this situation, but the aching truth stays fact… that some don’t. They believe that suicide is the solution to all their glitches. Oh how mistaken they are!

Every 90 minutes, a teenager somewhere in America kills himself. “It's more than just common, it's probably at epidemic proportions,” said Dr. Lawrence Levine, Bristol Hospital. The rise in the rate of teen suicide - 250 percent in the past 30 years - has caused it to become the nation’s second leading killer of young people, after accidents!

When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures. Even a blade of grass or flower fights for the privilege of life. When someone close to you voluntarily ends their lives, your entire value system is thrown into question. Family members may also be consumed with guilt, thinking that they somehow should have seen the signs that led to the individuals suicide. Group therapy with others who have experienced this trauma as well individual therapy may be necessary to help cope.

 
Poem Source: Suicide Poems - Poems about Suicide http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/death/suicide-poems.asp#ixzz14twerXGi
 

Teen's suicide left 'a lot of pain behind'

Toby, a loving little beagle, is still howling for his owner to return home. But 18-year-old Scott Hanelt, who hung himself in a park just before Labor Day, is never coming back.

"Toby's really lost," said Scott's mother, Cathy Hanelt.

When Scott chose to kill himself Aug. 27, he deserted much more than just a confused dog. His family, and scores of friends, are also grieving. "If Scott realized how much pain he left behind, he wouldn't have done it," his mother said.

MY FAV I

Some people that i just simply adore no matter what they do!

Shamla Musthaffa ( http://no-bakhwas-chamba.blogspot.com)

This is my Sister's Best friend as well as an amazing person!

A great writer, an avid reader, a gripping speaker, clearly optimistic, respectful, cheerful, friendly and very talkative!

The sky is her limit and her achievements in life are profuse!

Her motto: "there's no better world without a better I"

MY COUSIN BROTHERS!

Shirvin and me..

Shamil and me ..

Hisham and me..

Shai and me (=S i cant remember his real name!)

Its an amazing feeling, raising kids. I am not so sure of it because I’ve not gone through that stage yet. But I’ve gone through a wonderful stage of raising some kittens. Naughty kittens to be specific. They fight with each other as well as cuddle around each other and sleep. I was amazed by the way the mama cat raised them. I surprisingly have heard the mama cat shout at the kittens too. Its funny as well as amazing!

Some pix that will warm your heart….I promise!

yup...thats how we disturb them and have fun...haha....pick up the kitten and put him/her on the mama's back....weridly it was fun for me and my sister....

now thats the after effect...;p...

kittens on MY mama's lap....they do love her touch a lot! all cats do...hehe...its beautiful when they curl up around us feeling our warmth in them...

Mama cat with her kittens. In the beginning, she used to glare at us. But then she got used to us as we brought lovely cat food along... ;) ...so much for bribing the mama cat...haha

This is how we found them. Outside my building, near some flat. I assume their age to be somewhat a day or two..

MY ANGEL GROWING UP !

Oh guess what! I just found some more pics of my angel. He is some months old in these pics. I’m so excited to have these pics! If you are wondering what is wrong with me, I’ll tell you what. This is the first boy born in Abu Dhabi from my family. So that makes me closer with him. You see, I was born in Abu Dhabi too. And further, he is an amazing guy….so that tops it’s all.

(i will upload more pictures if i get hold of them during my once in a blue moon cleaning process... ;) )

as i would like to call him, Apollo, the sun god.... ;)

Slowly growing his hair back after nappoly (40 days since birth, muslims shave the head of the new born baby) ....

the person holding the baby is me. i guess i was in grade 7 that time (no scarf...horrible stage)...we had gone for DSF (Dubai Shopping Festival) ...he cried the whole way, but we did have fun somehow...

thats my angel trying to drive his imaginative car. See, he has got my imagination powers...;)...this is my fav stage of his life. ...his egg head and round body....bubbly laughs...aww! miss it a lot!

MY BABY BOY !

eah...he can smile pretty well....this is about some weeks old i guess...

my baby....thirsty on my lap...;p..awww...look at his lips!

my baby....just born into this world of Varities. His momma gonna make him famous one day....;)

yeah...he passes out these amazing quirky and funny laughs all of a sudden.

No. Let me clear your doubt in the beginning itself. I am not a mother – which obviously means that he is not my son. I prefer to call him my son because he the only baby I’ve been so mentally and emotionally attached with. He is my cousin brother. Well... kind of. Right now, he is entering into his Kindergarten years. But sadly, I’ve got no present pics of his. I was going through my old CDs and found this one. Here you go, pics of my God Son. (what? I like to believe I am one… =p)

Angels. They’ve always been around. This is my angel!

PS: his name is MAAZIN RAHEES

MY ANNOYING HUSBAND !

“My husband is annoying! Don’t misunderstand me, I love him a lot. But there are times when he is so damn annoying that I wonder how I’m surviving with him!” said a married woman in her blog.

As I said earlier, as boredom got the hell out of me, I started surfing the web to do something (ANYTHING!) that would be at least a mile close to interesting. I came across this blog in which this woman wrote about how annoying her husband is. I am just a 16 years old, and obviously not married. So I don’t actually know clearly how irritating a husband can be. (“very irritating!” I’ve heard my mom say. Shh…don’t tell my dad!) . According to what the woman has stated, dealing with an annoying husband can be very stressful. Mind you, this woman is pregnant. An annoying husband tops this ice cream story like a cherry. I have decided to check on this web page frequently as the stories are quite funny. Do check it out, laughter is a promise!

http://myhusbandisannoying.com/

MORPHING!

Sitting bored at home, I was googling through the net to find something fun to do; something that will pass time. I came across some funny blogs and among them, one blog mentioned about a morphing website. I decided to give it a try and checked out the web page.

http://www.morphthing.com/

I uploaded a picture of my mother and morphed it with Barack Obama. I just wanted to see what it would look like. No other intentions. And thus, a new face was created.