Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hello, There.

She paced her room, impatience making her body vibrate. Quick, light steps. Waiting, waiting.

At last. Her phone rang. Trilling with their favorite song. Hearing it put a smile on her face and he could hear it in her voice as she answered.

"Hi, baby. Missed you"
"Kab se intezaar kar rai hun. Kahan reh gaye thay?"
"Um. Sorry? Mwah!"

And there it was. The smile in her voice when she spoke. The one that set his own mouth curving, of its own accord.

She let his voice wash over her, igniting her nerve endings, sending pleasure racing down her spine, making her shiver with it. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the deep timbre of his voice that had the power to hold her so enthralled. Only his. Only him.

" know which one I'm talking about, right?"

She'd stopped hearing his words, focusing only on his voice. She hmmm-d and let him go on till suddenly she interrupted him mid-sentence:

"Ek minute, ek minute!"
"What happened?"

And she kissed the phone's mouthpiece, ever so sweetly, ever so loving. Sending her heart's emotion from her lips to the phone which transferred to his ear and made a tiny, glowing place in his own heart, the core of it.

And she could hear the smile in his voice, this time. Quietly:

"That was adorable. I love you. Insanely."

And again. His voice. Igniting her nerve endings, sending pleasure racing down her spine, making her shiver with it.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

When The Stars Go Blue.

Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in my wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue

Follow you
Follow you

When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue

Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when the stars go blue?

Download karein is gaanay ko pliss.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009

Saxy Peeplez.

The hideous little alien (whom I'm often forced to call 'sister') dragged me to this wedding I had no intention of going to. I'm here, anyway. So... MY EYES ARE BLURRING WITH ALL THE GAWLDUN AND PINAK GEELTUR that people are passing off as their clothes. I swear, they're wearing gold and red glitter. And glitter. With open, unadorned, bushy, not straightened hair down to their fucking ankles. Chum, chum, chum. Geeltur, geeltur. And I'm sitting right beside the spikker. Vot fun. With my mom and an aunty for kompany. I know novun here. Oh yes, the hideous little ALEEYUN TOO. Who has a dupatta on her head and is singing and bouncing in her seat to 'ye ishq haye, bethe bithaye, jannat dikhaye, haan'. God. I vonna to go hawm.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Always Whining.

I don't get it. I'm rarely ill. As in, seriously ill. But whenever I am, its ALWAYS food poisoning. Always. Viral, bacterial, I've had all kinds. But. Its always food poisoning. Wtf.

SO. Whaddya think? =D

Maryam [noun] --
A master blogger

Monday, July 20, 2009


Okay, guaranteed recipe for instant freshness:

Take a lemon, water, ice, pinch of salt and a few mint leaves - the more the better. Mix it all together and have it anytime. Its cool, refreshing and best of all, cuts the fat. Enjoy all through this blasted heat =)
See, even Moosa loves it. And he hates 'pattay' =P


So... My GPA's 3.37, 84.25%.

Compared with the last one, its not very good.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Aloo Ka Salaad.

Mayn. I LOVE Potato Salad.

Take 4 medium potatoes and boil them in their jackets, leaving them slightly hard, otherwise they'll break. Remove the skin and dice (cut into small cubes). Sprinkle 1/2 tsp salt and lemon juice (as needed). Add green onions (2-3) and chopped mint. Toss in 2-3 tbsp mayonnaise. Sprinkle with lettuce and serve chilled.

The image isn't very appetizing, though. Courtesy: Google.

Saturday, July 18, 2009


I just got about 5 phone-calls:


"Haye Allah, tumhe pata laga?! RESULT LAG GYA HAI!"

"OMG, OMG, OMG, result display ho gya hai!"

...and likewise.

And. We have to wait till Monday to find out our GPAs.


P.S. ZOMG, I got a new follower =D
Thank you, Angie! Lol.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Majboori ki Rishtedaari.

I think I've mentioned 10,0000 times before that I truly HATE having my privacy invaded. I do not gel well with people who don't give a flying f about my privacy. Well, I don't give a flying f about them. Really, couldn't care less. And then they all go like how I'm so Goddamn 'sarriyal', and have my nose stuck in a book, or how I'm always in my room..

Has it ever occurred to you, 'rishtedaar that I have to tolerate', that I do all this to avoid you cause you kinda make my life a FREAKING HELL?!

But, NO. I'm always the one who's wrong. Not them, the little saintly angels from the Heavens above. Its always Maryam who's wrong, the bad little girl who is oh-so-anti-social.

I hate that they stand on my head whenever I have to use the computer, I hate that they read every single thing I have open aloud, I hate that they read my freaking conversations with my friends for God's sake, aloud. I HATE that I have to give up my personal space to a 10 year old boy who treats us as if we're born to be his slaves and do his bidding and no-one fucking seems to fucking care.

She opens up my cupboard and stuffs all her things inside completely disregarding the fact that this is not her own place. She could maybe ASK for some space, not just thrust her things inside, dislodging mine and acting as if she owns the whole fucking place. I hate their presumptuous, arrogant attitude I wish I had one chance, just ONE to tell her what I actually think of her, her slimy little son and her shit of a husband.

And. I hate it when they come over unannounced and expect to be served immediately, strutting around with their noses up in the air. Superiority complex at its peak, I'm telling you.

I kid you not. These are not exaggerations, I kid you not.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Aloo, Bengan

Aloo kacahlu miyan kahan gaye thay
Sabzi ki tokri mein so rahe thay
Bengan ne laat mari ro rahe thay


"Kaun pyar karta hai, Mona?"


Gajjar ne pyar kiya hans rahe thay!

My Fire Inside.

Saxful name, eh?

What do you guys think? I have no idea if it looks good or no. Tell me?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


You annoy the fuck out of me.

Yes, I know I'm being unfair and wrong and will probably be condemned to eternal hell for this.

I can't help it, you know? You've made me this way.

I worshipped the ground you walked on.

I idolized you. You were everything for me.

Mama says I should respect you no matter what. I can't. You are responsible for this. For all of us losing all respect for you.

I can't stop, I can't, can't.

I hate myself for this.

You. Did This.

Saturday, July 11, 2009


His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing, typing. The sound filled the entire room and made her smile, seeing him so engrossed. She stood in the doorway of the room, his back to her. Tiptoeing to him so he wouldn't hear her, she stood and tried to read over his shoulder.

A secret little smile played over his mouth, for how could he not sense her presence?

She was more than he could ever have asked for, more than anything he could have dreamed up. More than what he deserved. More than what he should have. More. Just more.

Fascinated, she leaned over further, trying to read the lines he'd written after, but his shoulder blocked the view. Suddenly, he spun his chair around and taken by surprise, she tripped and fell over on his lap, exactly where he wanted her. Giggles burst out of her and made him grin. Love for her warmed his very soul, the core of his being. The sweetness of the moment swept over them both. She leaned against him, her back to his chest. Content. Complete.


And the latest:

Midnight Blues.

I miss talking. Connecting with people. This is why I hate vacations. You don't see your people on a daily basis. I miss that. I miss having friends you can bitch to/ laugh with, all around you. God, what the hell am I going to do when uni ends?! I want to have this huge sleepover. Dammit. Wish I could.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009


Something to remember.

I will always be there. Yes, all two feet of me that you love. And the other three too. I might get angry and impatient and bitch at you. But, I'll always be there. Cause we sistas yo.




Monday, July 6, 2009

Hey, You.

No matter what you have to say when you call me, even if its just ranting that goes on and on because you have no-one else to talk to... If I can make you feel better, I know its worth it =)

Do. Not. Apologize.

See, if you feel better... Imagine how I feel knowing I'm the cause of that good feeling.

Friday, July 3, 2009


''When Marina went into her kissy mode I was like... Ahhh reincarnation of my sister! A more cheaper version though. At least you don't go around blowing kisses in public places.''

- Sid.

Thursday, July 2, 2009


I met Marina and Neeli today. It was bestest day. Yah. I love you two <3.

P.S. Marina, I have so many pictures of you, its not even funny.


<i>Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.</i>

-Eskimo Legend

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


I managed to check your new template and it. Is. Sexy. Very.
I love it! Here is Islamabad =)


Okay, I can't check my blog page, and can't reply to comments since Internet Explorer refuses to work here. I can check the comments though, and yes, post new whiny posts. So anyway Lonely, thank you but HAHA ANON! Stole the words =P
No offense meant, anyone.