Hey folks, I’ve been a way for a while .... Decided today was the day to return to blogging because believe it or not, I’ve actually missed it!

Anyways, as mentioned, I did take a ‘lil break from the blogging world but I’m back to stay .... hopefully.

Not much has happened since my last post ..... Incidentally, where the frigging hell have my pictures of Nazia Hassan disappeared to? They were pretty good .....

Ramzan is going well. Each year we all wonder how the heck we will manage to fast throughout a long busy day, but each year we find, as usual it does not matter, it makes no difference, and we get used to it pretty quickly and thankfully make us into better individuals. We’re already into the second week. It will be over in no time.

Make the most of this amazing month.

Anways, I can’t ramble on today. Iftari is in about 20mins, so I’ve gotta go .... but inshallah I will return as soon as so that I can visit my usual blog haunts, catch up and leave some comments.

Until then ......

x

.... “ App jaisa koi meri zindagi mei aai, to baat bun ja “ The song translates loosely into English as ‘If someone like you comes into my life, it would feel wonderful.’ Well Nazia, you came into our lives and our hearts, and it felt wonderful. We miss you" ....

Above abstract taken from http://www.jazbah.org/naziah1.php

Think the following taken from http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/RememberingNaziaHassan sums up exactly how I feel. No need to make any amendments.



.... "She lived a very short time and sang for even less. Yet Nazia Hassan managed to create a unique place for herself both in the hearts of her audience and in the annals of popular music in the subcontinent. At the age when most people set out to make their mark in life, Nazia had already presided over a decade of glory. And it was really all over by the time she turned 25. Much to the shock of those who dismissed her as a musical non-talent, Nazia Hassan is mourned today with a vengeance that is far greater than the music she made. The reason is simple: Nazia Hassan had a quality that went beyond talent. She was a star in the true sense of the overused and misunderstood word. It was not so much the music that cast its spell on an eager subcontinent, but the dream that she encapsulated in her person.

Pakistan had created an international star who had not been schooled in any tradition that could lay claim to a problematic South Asian inclusivity. The artistic influences were safely Western and all of India was enthralled by the sound of a Pakistani voice" ....


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Nazia Hassan is also known as the South Asian Queen of pop and quite rightly so. Only 15 years old when she topped the charts and became an overnight superstar when she song “Aap Jaisa Koi” in 1980 [see previous post of why my parents decided to call me what they did].

Nazia was truly gifted with a unique and incredible nasal sounding voice which mesmerized many. Throughout her music career she would often say that “music was only a hobby” and that she wanted to “concentrate on her legal studies” .... Imagine the impact on the music world if she DID concentrate on her music and her singing .... and took it seriously!

Soon after her first song, she began releasing albums along with her brother, Zoheb Hassan and took over the pop world. Many say that they were the first pop group who paved the way for others to follow – I tend to agree.



Nazia and Zoheb became superstars not only in Pakistan but also neighboring India as well as other parts of the world. They were in demand - They were on TV shows, graced the covers of magazine’s and were constantly on the radio. The siblings loved what they did and the fans simply wanted more!

In 1991, semi-retired from the music world, Nazia became active in her social work and later went on to work for the UN in New York – this is what she liked doing best. She also become more involved in many charities and founded an organisation called BAN [Battle Against Narcotics] in Karachi and dedicate the album ‘Camera Camera’ to BAN to help create awareness.

In her personal life, Nazia married and had a son but sadly her marriage did not last. Not long after she was diagnosed with cancer, which she bravely fought but lost. The queen of pop, who conquered the hearts of millions passed away 7 years ago today, in a London hospital.


When I decided to dedicate this post in memory of Nazia, I under-estimated how difficult it would be to do so.

I remember being at my cousin’s house when we all heard on the news that Nazia Hassan had sadly passed away from cancer back in 2000 but what shocked me the most was my reaction upon hearing this. It really did upset me. Why? I didn’t understand why I reacted like I just heard someone close to me had just died! I didn’t ‘know’ her, didn’t know any of her songs and wasn’t a fan ... So why did it affect me so much? Over the years I became more intrigued and interested about learning more about this woman ... who she was, her life and her songs – the more I did learn the more I was amazed of how much this little person achieved in her short lived life and with that my respect and love for her increased.

Since 2000 I have collected majority of her songs and albums, which I must admit is difficult to do so. Most of the original recordings / albums are extremely rare to locate EVEN in Pakistan. When I was in Pakistan in 2004 apart from hearing the usual crap .... “Are you here to get married?” ... ”Why are you not married?” ... ”Shall I find you a nice munda?” ... ”You’re so and so’s daughter” ... The thing I heard after all that was ... ”You’re the one who was named after Nazia Hassan ... She was a nice girl ... Poor girl ... ” Can you believe that?!!

Last year I made a new Pakistani friend at work who had recently moved from Karachi to England when she got married. Not sure how we got on to the subject of Nazia [think I was showing her the music I had on my IPod] but I’m so glad that I did! Firstly she was surprised that not only someone like me had Nazia Hassan tracks on my IPod and actually heard of her but that I was also a massive fan. Her reaction was ... “But your British!" .... Still not sure what she meant by that! [Probably because I am known for my “Rock Chic persona” and my love for all things rock!!].

Anyways, she followed that by saying how she and Nazia used to be friends back in Pakistan – they grew up together; families knew one another, moved in the same social circle and went to the same parties! Can you imagine my reaction? Jeez, I was one jealous gyal!

I wish I met her when she was alive. I wish I was a fan when she was still with us. But it wasn’t meant to be. Stupid as this may sound but I usually find myself sobbing .... no not crying but sobbing when I’m listening to her songs or watching her video’s .... which seems to be everyday!

Nazia Hassan – you lived a short life but my god you made quite an impact. You are known as the “sweetheart of Pakistan” and “The nightingale of the East”. Even though you are not with us anymore, you are still remembered for your grace, beauty and your innocence. You will always be loved and missed by your fans across the world. R I P



Some of with my favorite Nazia Hassan song's. Peeps, enjoy!

A fan video
Nazia Hassan’s only Punjabi song
Dil Ki Lagi
Khushi - taken from live show
Boom Boom - taken from live show
Dum Dum Dee dee
Kiya Howa
Tera Qadmo Ko - with Zoheb Hassan
Sathey Ray - Tribute to Nazia from Zoheb *sob*

All pictures borrowed from http://launch.ph.groups.yahoo.com/group/naziahassengroup/photos & http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/naziahasan - thank you.

Below are my few of my usual haunts that I visit for my fix on Nazia Hassan - Enjoy!

http://www.geocities.com/naziazoheb80s/nstory.html
http://www.geocities.com/naziahassan_zohebhassan/index.html
http://www.naziahassan.co.uk/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazia_Hassan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazia_and_Zoheb
http://www.jazbah.org/naziah1.php - Used as reference

Oh, and as I haven’t rambled on enough already, I would just like to say ...... “Happy 60th Pakistan Independence day” to all Pakistani around the world.


Pakistan Zindabad .... an' all that :)

I am going to dedicate this [long but intriguing post!] to my dad.

I occasionally mention my dad when I’m blogging or having a good old rant about family but a sweet and tender moment which lead to a nice conversation on Friday night, with my dad has given me a reason to write about it today. It will probably be a delicate post but it’s something I feel I must do [this will hopefully link perfectly to my next post, which will be posted in a few days].

I’ll start right at the beginning ... a portrayal of who my dad is, if you like. My earliest memory of my dad is of him hardly being around. He was always away working, so growing up it was pretty much me, bro and mum. I think as a result of that I am not really close to my dad. Don’t get me wrong, we have a great relationship that other fathers and daughters might be envious of but I wouldn’t say we’re extremely close.

The relationship between my dad and bro has always been frosty to say the least but has recently begun to improve. We all have noticed a huge difference – for the better. I personally believe the reason behind that could be that now my bro is married and expecting a child of his own, his outlook on life has been tremendously evolved as he has matured and got more responsibilities.

Growing up and whenever my dad was at home, he was THE person I would go bug if there was something I REALLY wanted [and I mean anything!]. Even though we were spoiled when we were kids, my mum would occasionally say ‘no’ where as my dad wouldn’t. Whatever I wanted, I usually got [that also could be due to the fact that I would be a right little madam for days if I didn’t get whatever I wanted – I’m not a brat anymore .... honestly!]. If I wanted a particular toy, gadget or the latest electronic item ... I would go to dad ...... whereas my mum and I LOVED going jewellery shopping every weekend. [However as quickly as I got the jewellery, I would usually go and loose it somewhere! But I had cool parents who never seemed to mind!!].

Life was good until 1997 when our lives were literally changed overnight. We were never to be the same again. A short while after, my bro moved out and went to Portugal to live with our uncle. I also rebelled and moved out, where as my dad went to Pakistan. It took over a year when we all reunited and all were under one roof again.

My dad was always way too over protective when I was younger. I remember practically each time I wanted to go out with my friends, my dad would quiz me a million times before I was allowed out. Granted he never said no, so it was totally worth it. It wasn’t until I turned 17 and moved back home when he finally stopped asking altogether.

Anyways, life was getting back on track until that is when my dad re-married and I hated him for it. It took me a long time to forgive him. I remember clearly when he told us and remember our reactions. That was years ago now and I’m over it ...... kinda.

I respect and love my dad. He has never pushed or forced me into anything I didn’t want to do and is ALWAYS defending me. An example of this was during my bro’s wedding when I had a huge bust up with certain family members. I’ve never seen my dad so furious before when he found out that I had been practically insulted in front of guests. Even now he is reluctant to attend family gatherings without my so say. He constantly asking my opinion ... “Do you think we should go?” ..... “I’ll go if you say so” .... Do you know any other father who does that? My reply is usually “Dad, do what you want. I’ll be ok”.

Anyways let’s get back to what happened Friday night. Last week my dad heard sounds of music that he didn't usually hear coming from my bedroom. I was listening to Nazia Hassan. Both my dad and his wife were pleasantly surprised to learn that not only did I love listening to Nazia Hassan and was a massive fan of hers but were also surprised that I actually knew Urdu, albeit songs but still Urdu!! [Urdu being the MAIN language at home which I can understand but can’t speak]. Usually the only music sounds coming from my room are that of thumping rock tunes!

My dad refuse to believe me, so it wasn’t until I showed him my laptop and he saw my impressive collection of Pakistani classic tracks that I had downloaded over a short period of time, ranging from Nazia Hassan, Noor Jehan and Musarat Nazir.

This prompted my dad to reminisce and tell me [and his wife] about the day I was born and how my parents really struggled to find a suitable name for me ......... that was until they heard a new song blasting from the car radio .... on the journey home from the hospital .... the song which went on to become one of the most famous & and well reconised by practically everyone .... the song was ..... “Aap Jaisa Koi mera zindagi may aaya” sung by a very young Pakistani / British singer .... The one and only Nazia Hassan.

It was really nice to hear my dad talk about my birth and the reason behind my name, especially since it was my BIRTHday the coming Sunday ........ I sort of knew that I was ‘named after her’ on the day she sadly passed away, when my nanni told me but it was eventually confirmed by my dad [wish my mum told me, someday]. Stupid to think that once upon a time I in fact hated my name and really wanted to change it! Now I am totally honoured to be named after such a person ....... Who knew that I would one day begin to respect and be a fan of the person my parents decided to name me after?

So, that’s it .... That’s my dad, my life and the story behind my name. Interesting?? ... Well, it is to me anyways!!

In my next post, I will [inshallah] dedicate it to Nazia Hassan herself ....... showing a few of my favourite songs / videos ..... As the anniversary of her death etches closer..... August 13th .... RIP.

But until then folks, I will leave you with one of my favourite Nazia Hassan tracks. This track is taken from a live show that she used to present in Pakistan [not sure when exactly this was shown]. You will hear her speak and then sing a fab song.

I will add more in my next post, inshallah.

Enjoy guys!



(Post edited by moi)

Why are my family such a bunch of wankers ......

I promised myself that I would not shed any more tears regarding family politics but that wasn’t meant to be ... I’m just extremely grateful and glad my dad and his wife are on my side.

The family have begun bickering and fighting over petty little things, dragging up past arguments, which really should be left dead and buried in the past ....... that can only mean one thing – a pending family wedding!!!! ARGHHHHH!!!

A few weeks ago at my new couz sis Kikaa, I found out that my couz bro was getting married. Good news, I thought. I am truly pleased for him ...... fast forward a few days my other couz bro [his older bro] announced his intention of marrying and settling down and again I was genuinely happy for him also. Both are marrying Muslim girls BUT not Pakistani’s, which nowadays seems to be the norm for my generation of British cousins. All have married non-Pakistanis has as my own bro.

The engagement party for one of my couz bro is next week and already I have been ‘ordered’ by my beloved nani that I will have to go ...... Everyone knows that I tend to stay away from such occasions.

So, reminder to myself, MUST CANCEL ALL ARRANGED SOCIAL EVENTS FROM MY REALLY “BUSY” LIFE NEXT WEEK!!! Done (“,)

Anyways, every time the topic of marriage arises, it seems to be the catalyst that my so called family needs to ignite family feuds that have, as mentioned previously died down slowly over the months and years, in particular one of my aunts who just loves a good old fight! This time, however it will be very different, as I for one will be staying away from it all. I have no intention of participating or have very little interest in “family politics” .... Been there, brought the T-shirt, worn it, ripped it, burned it over and over and done it ....!!

Also one can guarantee that when the topic of shaadi does crop up, slowly following that will be the this statement

“ ..... When will it be your turn beta? When are you going to find yourself a nice munda.....”

Thought I’d escaped that!! Leave me the fuck alone! When my time comes, it’ll come! My dad was never uttered the M word to me, so who cares? I aint bothered, yet! As I said, when the time comes, everyone will know!

Moving on, not much else has happened. Had the house pretty much to myself this week [and next week] as my dad’s wife & kids have gone to Germany for their hols. It’s been a long time since it was just me and my dad alone at home together, although to be fair, we’re both at work and hardly see each other in the evenings but nevertheless it has been QUIET! Just the way I prefer :)

On the weather front, talk about a storm! Jeez!!! Most of Britain has been flooded. It’s been raining non-stop since yesterday but luckily for us we haven’t been affect by the flood .... just by the storm!

Thursday was an absolute gorgeous day. It was so warm and lovely – trust me to be wearing so many layers of clothing. Come Friday, decided to wear as little as possible .... don’t need a jacket, I thought .... How wrong was I! By the time I made my journey home it was absolutely pissing it down and extremely cold!! Damn weather!! But, would not change it for the world, honestly ........

Not much else to rant about. Been tagged by “Suga n Spice”, so here goes ....

1. Music – I cannot live without my Ipod. I love music of all kinds especially rock. I usually go through phases of listening to only one particular type of music by a certain artist or group for a while and then do a complete U-turn and listen to something totally different. At the mo, I am listening constantly to Nazia Hassan. I LOVE her and her music! RIP

2. Decisions – I’m such a crappy decision maker. I always without a doubt change my mind at the very last second. My mates really hate that about me! Each time we arrange a night out, you can guarantee I will always be the last one to actually commit to that date! What else do you expect from an extremely fickly individual? lol

3. Sleep – You’re asking an Insomniac this? ANY sleep I get is a dream come true. If and when I do nod off, I can wake up if I hear even the slightest of sounds – not a good thing for me. Stay away from me ....

4. Family – My everything and yet annoying at the same time.

5. Religion – I am nothing without Islam. Even though I don’t pray as often as I should but I am proud to be a Muslim.

6. Culture – I see myself more British than Pakistani. Don’t get me wrong … I am proud of the fact I am a Pakistani and I love everything about my culture but sometimes I just “don’t get it”. It has nothing with my upbringing. My parents did their upmost to ensure that my bro and I had the best of both worlds. Granted my Urdu / Punjabi are poor but I can understand it, without much difficulty. I hardly wear shalwaar Kameez’s. Think I only have about a handful!

7. Turn-ons – Eyes ….. My weakness. If a guy has nice eyes than … watch out!!! I also love if a guy makes me feel comfortable and the ability to make me smile – THAT takes a lot!

8. Sucks – Many things, but I don’t want to rant again, so let’s just leave it at that ....

9. Words – Hmmmm .....Well, I need words to get through the day. I work for a bank and believe me I need to have great vocabulary otherwise the corporate managers I deal with each day would eat me alive!

10. Weird – Never ending bouts of worrying about everything and nothing .....

You know I was beginning to wonder why!

I am soooooo glad I took this test.

You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know. From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up. And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.

Now I know the reason why, I can try and work out the problem .... heheee!! :)

Saw the following at Farah’s world blog and thought I’d give it a try! What fun!

Four jobs that I’ve had in my life

1. Christmas Job at the early learning centre
2. Where I’m working now
3. That’s all!

Four movies that I watch over and over again

1. Ginger Snaps 1 & 3
2. Aliens 1,2,3 & 4
3. Beaches
4. The Descent

Four places I have lived

1. East Midlands, England, UK – Lived here all my life

Four TV shows I love watching

1. Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
2. Most Haunted
3. CSI: Las Vegas [only]
4. Medium

Four web sites I visit daily:

1. My Blog
2. Check all my emails …. Gmail, Hotmail, Yahoo etc
3. Digital Spy
4. You tube

Four favorite foods

1. Chicken Biryani … YUM
2. Fish Fingers
3. Nando’s chicken fillet
4. Pop corn!!

Four places I’d rather be at the right now

1. New Zealand
2. Las Vegas
3. Pakistan – JUST for shopping!
4. Mecca

Four favorite band / artist [added my own to the list!]

1. Evanescence
2. Kaiser Chiefs
3. Justin Timberlake
4. Nazia Hassan

As you can see, I have updated my blog ..... I kinda like it ...

Probably take a while until I grow to like it. For now it will do.

Have no idea what the above title is saying but gona keep it anyways!

Will update soon!

XXX

Apologies for my lack of posting recently. Just have the usual going-ons in my life. So, let’s have a brief re-cap of exactly what’s been going on.

My Bro turned 30 this month. I incorrectly mentioned that he turned 30 last year in one of my post, which incidentally and completely off – topic ..... I’ve been blogging for over a year now ..... Whooo Hoooo to me!! Anyways, I unfortunately didn’t make my way down to London for his birthday bash due to work commitments nor have I’ve given him his birthday present – some fancy gadgetry [expensive] type of speakers. He’s been ranting about these speakers for a while so I though, hey why the heck not!?
You know, I am sooo pleased for my bro. I have always wanted him to have the best and Alhamdulillah he has.... great job, fab home, in-laws love him, happily married and a child on the way. I am truly happy for him.

Speaking about new arrivals, my mamu and wife celebrated a new arrival of their own last week, the birth of their first born, a gorgeous little girl. Marshallah, she’s a tiny but adorable little thing. Thursday was the “Kikaa” which I was looking forward to but missed the actual ceremony. The whole day had been crappy anyways, and then the idea of being nice and mingling with family members I haven’t seen or spoken to for a while wasn’t appealing after such a day. I’m gutted I missed my nanaji cut off her beautiful hair [my nanaji has cut ALL of his grandchildren’s hair. Incredible to think, he’s been doing it for over 30 years!!]. Later today is the family “dawaat”. How will I cope?! A whole day with members of my family after such a long time ...... *sigh* .... God, help me!!

On the work front, I surprising have better news. Remember in one of my previous post I mentioned that my new manager was a complete arse and how much I dislike my job. Well, my manager has completely done a U-turn and has become incredibly supportive of my decision to be more involved and help me to work my way up the corporate ladder. I have become so involved in many projects that I’m always busy! For the very first time since I’ve been there I have actually wanted to STAY! Hope it continues ..... I also amended my long working hours last week and have noticed a huge improvement. I was getting extremely tired with going to work before the birds even began to make their annoying sounds and coming home late in the evening after a long day at the office. I used to spend more hours at work then I did while I was at home. Since changing my working hours just a week ago, I’ve been much calmer, less stressful and stop being tired! Again, it can only get better, hey?! :)

Had a great night out with my friends at Nando’s on Friday. Hard to believe we had a good time at Nando’s, of all places! I came home so late that for the very first time my dad actually brought up the subject the following afternoon.

“You came home late last night. Must have been a good night” my dad said with a grin
“Yeah ..... “ Was my reply suffering with a weird hang over type of headache ....... “I’m paying for it now though” I said quietly ...... “ going back to bed ....”
“Beta, it’s 2.30pm ....”
“Yeah, well whatever ....” :)

Anyways, I have a lot of reading around my usual blog haunts and catching up to do. Haven’t been to the SS forum for a while so guess I’l be starting there .....

Till next time peeps!

XXX

Don’t really have a better title, so the above will do for now.

Haven’t blogged for a while, so let’s just start [ranting] from the beginning .......

Work is doing my nut in. I know I can do so much better than the shit hole I’m currently am at, at the mo. A few months ago I really thought I was making some kind of progress of ‘working my way up the ladder’ but that seems to have fizzled out mainly because I am not loud, arrogant, rude, obnoxious, a bitch .... You kinda get my drift.... Why is it people who ARE ALL of the above are the ones who worm their way up the corporate structure? I refuse to become a complete arse just so I can achieve better things BUT unfortunately that’s the way it works in real life.

Not only do I have to deal with that, I also have to deal with the fact that I’ve got myself a new manager who is the biggest cow on the planet. I am so damn sure that she’s racist but doesn’t know it ...... meaning I don’t think she actually realises [it’s so blatantly obvious] that she’s treating me any different to everyone else on the team, as I am the only Paki. BUT that doesn’t really bother me much really ... what really gets on my [‘scuse my French] tits is how pathetically ignorant she is - with her in charge, I won’t have a chance in hell of progressing ......You know a while ago before she became our manager, I actually, believe it or not, had a dream where I was at work and got the sack ..... Guess who the person was that sacked me in front of everyone?? I thought it was hilarious at the time and told my friends about it .......... Is someone trying to tell me something?!!

Let’s just say that I am very glad that I’ve got friends in much higher positions than she is ...

Moving on, I’ve had the house to myself this weekend as my ‘crew’ have gone down to London to stay with my bro and SIL. I had loads of things planned but due to my ever endless bad luck I seem to have, I’ve been in bed all weekend, drugged up with a nasty flu. I’ve been so bored and had been looking forward to a night out yesterday with my mates that had been arranged a while ago but wasn’t meant to be!! I managed to drag my ass out of bed this afternoon to grab some fresh air and by that I mean the rain, had some food, rang my best mate for some goss and finally logged onto here ... thinking what a lazy monkey I’ve been as I haven’t updated my blog for some time.

On a plus note, my ‘crew’ finally found out that my SIL is pregnant!!! YEY!!!!!! Marsallah, she is glowing! My dad and his wife were so happy with the news! I can’t wait now to tell the rest of the family about the pregnancy. It’s been so difficult keeping [pardon the pun] mum about it all!!! The ‘crew’ will be back later tonight with my bro and SIL in tow but I am in no mood for socialising.

Right ... after my disastrous score on the ‘How Paki are you’ test, I was determined to do much better [after taking it bout 4 times!!]. I know it’s JUST a test but still .... so here goes [for the final time]:



OMG .... I give up!!!!!!

Come on Manchester United


UPDATE .... Oh, crap ...!

Nicked the following from Sobia's blog - thanks!



Oh wow ...... O k .... No comment!! (",)

So, as per usual, I haven’t been able to update my blog as often as I would like to but anyways ... what’s been happening in my life??

My trip to London was great. Spent loads of dosh on things I actually needed for once in my life and I didn’t end up meeting any strange peeps on my journey back on the train ;)

Watched even more Bollywood films(!). Don’t ask me what they were but we managed to watch at least 3 in one evening! We ended up going to bed at 5am! Thank god for subtitles, hey?!

Moving on to the good news ..............I received some FABULOUS news whilst I was there!! I don’t know if I should mention it but I am soooo happy that I must share the news with everyone ..... I’m going to be an AUNT!! Yey!! My SIL is pregnant!!! My bro is over the moon! He’s already picking out cute lil outfits for a girl and looking at names!

The baby is their first child, my parents first grandchild and my first nephew or niece!!

The reason why I said I shouldn’t mention it is because she is only 2 months pregnant and no one on my side of the family are aware, where as her WHOLE family know.

Unfair really ... I want my family to acknowledge and celebrate the news. It’s not my place to say anything but jeeezzzzz it is difficult to keep my mouth shut!!

Even though I am happier than words can express, I’m just a little bit upset over the fact I will rarely get the chance to see my new niece or nephew on a regular basis!! Oh, I wish they moved here!

I know that I sound jealous but arghhhhhhhhhhhh!! (",)

Oh well, more trips down to London, I guess once the baby is born :)

Poor baby will have to learn Punjabi, Urdu [our side], Malay and whatever language their speak on my SIL's family ..... I’ll stick with English ;)

To my nephew or niece ....... I cannot wait until you arrive. You will be immensely loved by everyone. I will spoil you rotten, inshallah. Love you already!

I’m just so excited I’ve forgotten what else I was going to mention!! My mind has gone completely blank.

Never mind .... Till next time.

Take care all

XXX


UPDATE

HOW could I forget! Doh!!



Well done Manchester United!! Whoooooo Hooooooo!!!