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Zehra Abid
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
May 2003
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Hometown:
Karachi, Pakistan
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Zehra's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/zehrabid
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Other education:
Convent of Jesus and Mary, Karachi Grammar School, Williams College, Oxford University
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Occupation:
IT Consultant by day, Renaissance Woman by night.
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Affiliations:
Abid Family, AA
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What I enjoy doing:
writing the great pak-american novel in cambridge coffee-shops, reading stuff that changes me, figuring people out, concocting edible concoctions, travelling everywhere, obsessing over everything, being politically offensive, hookah-centric activities, sober fun, candy-striped teapots, caffeine highs, chocolate cake-mix cake with extra icing, learning new things.
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Favorite Books:
Any that I can lose myself in
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Favorite Music:
BON JOVI, Coldplay, David Gray, Ani DiFranco and all other angry women, anything about losing love in the 80s that applies to losing love in the 21st century
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Favorite TV Shows:
Cosby Show (no, not kidding), Everybody loves Raymond (feels like home), Any sitcom that makes it onto Nick at Nite
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
Little but loud.
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Who I Want to Meet:
People who make me think. People who don't get offended.
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She dances very, very well.
She is unfathomably aware of it all but pretends, for the sake of others, to not be.
Were you to be caught in a movie of intrigue, passion, deceipt and longing (something like a slower Bourne Identity, to name a bad example), you'd want her as the hero, or as the intelligent craven side-kick who knows when to fold 'em and certainly knows when to hold 'em.
Words, as you can see by this testimonial, do her no justice.
You just need to be there, to see her and to listen to her speak and look at you.
Zehra- if you're ever in LA, give me a call.
tall. Or maybe it's because she's a
super fun, compassionate woman and a
great friend.
Zehra has normal friends. Zehra is
great. She just has this way about
her - a lovely demeanor, disarming
smile, and warm personality. She is
daring, independent and very much
her own person. And I miss her : (
testimonial, in which I enumerated
Zehra's positive qualities and, in a
flurry of unbridled emotion, endorsed
her for governor of the great state of
California. However, for reasons that
remain obscure to me, she felt that it
was insufficiently adulatory, and
requested that I write another
testimonial. So here it is.
Zehra was the first person I ever met
who was not from Tennessee. I met her
when I left my ancestral home and
traveled three days journey to attend
college, thereby becoming the first in
my family to attain literacy or, for
that matter, the ability to speak.
While at college, I made 2.4 friends.
Zehra was 0.8 of these friends (there
is an amusing story regarding the
person who was 0.3 of a friend, but
that is neither here nor, as it turns
out, there - suffice it to say that if
John Ashcroft knew what I know, he
probably wouldn't be Attorney
General). Thanks to her I was forced
to sit alone in the cafeteria,
wondering why nobody would talk to me,
only most of the time. She once
visited me at my ancestral home. I
wished to reciprocate, vowing, "Only
the threat of nuclear war will keep me
from visiting your ancestral home."
However, due to the threat of nuclear
war caused by increased nuclear testing
in the area, I failed to visit her
ancestral home. My invitation has
since been (impliedly) rescinded, as I
learned on one occasion where she said
to me, "Your invitation is (impliedly)
rescinded." In any event, Zehra is
quite clever and short and difficult to
understand when speaking fast (which
is, alas, all the time). I recommend
her as a "Friend," or, as we call them
on the Wide World of
Web, "Friendster." In other news,
Zehra works in computers. This is
amusing because I once had to explain
to her that the monitor was not
actually the "face" of the computer,
and that it was not necessary to "feed"
it by placing individually sliced
pieces of cheese in the disk drive.
Times change.