Uncomfortably Numb

I sit there letting the distance grow Thinking what the frak do you know You believe in their stupid lies You judge me on the scale u know You see what's only in front of you Girl you shall reap what you sow No point in talking or letting go Nothing to hold nothing to show Love is just another four letter word Losing its meaning in the times flow This is another of those I told you so but I don't give a frak u should know

Most of my childhood memories come down to television. I guess growing up in the 80s, we were the first tv generation of Pakistan. My earliest recollections are of Man From Atlantis, then there is Powers of Matthew Star and Voyagers. Then there are a few shows that I just barely remember like Trapper John, M.D. or there was a show with some aliens and they had strange things that the put to a person's neck to subdue him. We had only one tv channel at that time and that was PTV and it was awesome. We watched all the great tv shows of that time Murder she wrote,    Airwolf,  Knight Rider,  The fall guy,  Macgyver,  Law and order,    Star Trek,    War of the worlds,  Chocky, The Tripods,    Sapphire and steel,  Mind your language,  Yes minister,    Chips  then there were loads of children's programs Sesame street,  Thundersub,  Voltran,  Danger mouse. The Twilight Zone used to give me nightmares. Great Family Comedy shows like  Perfect Strangers

Yeah going to Lahore for a wedding with family,.. really gives me the creeps. No not the wedding the situation of Pakistan I fear for my kids for my family being hurt. I try all kinds of things to calm my self but I am a worrying person I worry about any and everything. I cant be with children I worry too much they might fall might be hurt this way or that. Will update via twitter. Yeah its been long since I've posted anything here its partly due to the reason that I was working two jobs and was too busy and tired to do anything, now I've quit that job and have lots and lots of free time. And yes I will write about that episode of my life in detail too... Since Im not an employee anymore I would like to mention a few assholes I meet along the way... I got a job offer the other day but for that I would have to go to lahore and leave MTA and I've made my mind that if I am to live in Pakistan Rabwah is the safest place to be (Alhamdolilah) Doing a project for MTA these d

Been busy looking after my various blogs these days. Also was setting up twitter so that the blogs go on twitter as well .. but I don't know whats wrong with blogger at the moment. its not showing my posts. Update: Its confirmed Blogger is not updating my blog... Come on Blogspot whats wrong with you. Anyway I like Twitter I think its good for blogging. Facebook is also ok but feels like too time wasting for me. I'm going to start my 4th Blog soon its all for those Indian Movie and Music Fans they can find Rapidshare links now !!!

In my dreams, Children sing A song of love for every boy and girl The sky is blue, the fields are green And laughter is the language of the world Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need Tell me why,(why) does it have to be like this Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed Tell me why, (why) cause I don't understand When so many need somebody We don't give a helping hand Tell me why Every day, I ask myself what will I have to do to be a man Do I have, to stand and fight To prove to everybody who I am Is that what my life is for? To waste in a world full of war Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed Tell me why,(why) cause I don't understand When so many need somebody We don't give a helping hand Tell me why (Tell me why) Tell me why (Tell me why) Tell me why (Tell me why) Just tell me why (why, why, why) Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this Tell me why, (why) is there

This is from someone very dear to me... I sit in the park where i dwell for this boy I love so well He took my Heart away from me and now he wants to set me free I see a girl on his lap , he said things to her he never said to me I run home to Cry on my bed, not a word to mother was said father came home late that night, he looked at me from left to right he saw me hanging from a rope and on my dress he found a note Dig my grave, dig it deep, dig my grave from head to feet and on the top a little dove, remember this I died for Love.

The hardest thing that I ever have to do while editing for MTA is the Shahadat reports and Documentaries. The viewers get to see only a toned down and tv friendly view of things. I on the other hand get access to actual footage and images and which makes my heart ache with pain. All one can do is pray and hope that the documentary or the report your making makes a difference.