Saturday, October 31, 2009

La La Ramblings.



So anyway, Imma make crunchy chocolate almond cookies today =D

Friday, October 30, 2009

Strange: 30-10-09

Hello, new followers. Thank you, new followers. Lol.

Its strange how Birthday Alarm sends me reminders for my own birthday. I want my friends here. Yes, those who *hint hint* live in Islamabad, India and Karachi. And America. And England. Dammit.

Een hai Lahore mein. Us ki to khair hai, wo to poopy hai meri <3
Anushay aur Osheen be hain. Hm.

I've always thought of myslf as a pretty outgoing, friendly, I-love-making-new friends kind of person. I do like people. Mostly. But when my sister asked me who I wanted to invite to my (not happening) birthday lunch, all I could come up with were three people. I'm not mentioning names, I prefer dying naturally, thank you.

But still. Strange.

I have only two days left to be 20 years old. Good or bad?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Creamy Spinach and Chicken Lasagne.

And here we go. This is all me =D


On the menu for today, ladies and gentlemen,
Creamy Spinach and Chicken Lasagne.

Drool, slaves, drool.

Okay, so the images have been stolen from Google, cause my lasagne is still in the oven. I shall upload a picture of that too =D

Friday, October 23, 2009

Scared Was What I Was.

Last night, I was reading in bed and my sister was sitting on it talking to her friend on the phone. I thought she was shaking the bed, she kept thinking I was shaking it. Her friend told her our friend Mr. Zalzala was shaking everything.

And that is when my heart stopped. No, not literally but I did have trouble breathing, thinking rationally. I have never forgotten the 8th October earthquake and I will never forget it. I wake up at night, as soon as our bed moves in the slightest. It was the most scariest day of my entire short life. I know most people had it even worse but sitting there, in that earthquake, thinking this is it, we're all going to die.... God. NOTHING comes close, nothing.

So last night kinda scared the shit out of me.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Take Me The Way I Am.

Listen to the song I embedded. Seriously. Beautiful, beautiful song.

If you were falling, then I would catch you

You need a light, I'd find a match

Cause I love the way you say good morning

And you take me the way I am

If you are chilly, here take my sweater

Your head is aching; I'll make it better

Cause I love the way...y you call me baby

And you take me the way I am

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair

Sew on patches to all you tear

Cause I love you more than I could ever promise

And you take me the way I am

You take me the way I am

You take me the way I am

-Ingrid Michaelson.

Take Me The Way I Am.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I want to kiss you. I want to hold you and have you hold me back tight, so tight, I can’t breathe. I want to press my face against the skin of your neck. I want to inhale your scent, deep, so deep, it’s in my blood. I want to stroke your hair and kiss your eyes and your face and love you so, so much, you’re drowning in it. I want you to need me and to want me and to never, ever let me go. I want you to live with me, live for me. I want us to be forever. Forever. I want to be etched into your mind and your heart so you can’t forge me even if you wanted to. I want to be your obsession, your strength, your power and your heart. I want to be the reason you’re happy, the reason you’re sad, the only one who can make tears come to your eyes. I want you to tell me I’m it for you; I’m the one, the only one. I want to be your everything.

Do you know how I feel? How much I feel? How much I wish and wish would come true? How can you know how I feel? How can you not know? Do you know what my life is for me, now? An endless, endless black abyss. A stretching, yawning length of black, the only bits of sparkling gold and silver and pink, the times I’m with you. You. Only you. Always you. Always. Hamesha, my love.

I love you. I’ll always love you. You’re in my blood and heart and soul. My skin. I see you when I close my eyes. I see you when I open them. Mind, body, heart. You. All you.

Take care of you. My you. I love you.

Jagmagaati hui raat ye
Bin tere shikayatein
Koi nahi mujh ko sun raha
Dhalta din majboor hai
Manzil zara door hai
Bujh raha umeedon ka chiragh

Khata ho gai
Saza ho gai
Puranay din yaad ayen na
Dunya ke is shor mein
Seekha hai mar ke
Hoti zindagi kya

… Bachana, mujhe bachana.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Yay Moments.

Its barely been a week since I started tutoring. My student's biggest problem were her spelling and grammar mistakes and I am very, very proud of her tonight. Beacuse where I used to find 20-25 mistakes, I found only 2-4 today.

I am SO happy.



7th Semester 1st Midterm exam. Went pretty well.

Took me all of 40 minutes to complete.

I'm sure the teacher'll deduct marks because I wrote only 2-3 lines describing an 'optical mouse' and the 'control panel'. Duh. How does she expect me to write paragraphs on those?!

Anyway, its over with.

Oh and my best friend and her class had a lot of fun today at my expense. Of course, since I wore sleeves under my three-quarter kameez sleeves so my arms wouldn't show, they obviously concluded this as something of extreme hilarity. Can't blame them for making fun of me now, can you?

Best friend indeed. Who'd want enemies?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Why Are Goodbyes Always So Wrenching?

She stood slightly away from where he sat, his fists clenched, his breathing slow and rationed, his head bowed. Her hands trembled as they locked together, wishing she could touch him, but knowing it would break them both. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and took another one. She murmured something only she could hear, perhaps something to give her strength to get through the next few minutes. And days. And years and years to come. It broke her heart to see him like this, holding his own storm inside him for her benefit. But maybe it was best this way. Otherwise, they might leave each other permanently scarred.

She tried to speak, and nothing came out. She moaned silently, frustrated at her lack of control. Tears burned at the back of her eyes. Composing herself, she spoke again. And her voice came out, low but steady.

“So… I guess this is goodbye then”.

He raised his head and looked at her. Her breath caught at the misery in his eyes.

“Looks like” he responded, turning his face away again.

She paused, uncertain, not knowing what to say. Her heart ached fiercely for them both. Abandoning caution and logic and all sorts of reasoning, she crossed towards him slowly and touched his hair. He closed his eyes and let out an explosive sigh. Leaning back, he opened his arms for her, she slid into his lap and help him close, both assuming a position that was as familiar to them as breathing. She rested her head against his, and kissed him lightly, her hair falling over to curtain both their faces. Tears slid down her cheeks and wet his face as well. He stroked her hair, gently putting pressure on her head till it rested in the curve of his neck and shoulder. He buried his face in her fragrant hair, inhaling deeply and trying to hold back his own pain and despair, rocking them both, failing to comfort but desperate to try.

So I guess this is goodbye then.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Something that I swore could never happen, happened.

I'm tutoring -_-

I never, ever thought that this would one day... Happen.

But it has.

Oh, yes it has.

My student told me today that human beings have 23 teeth. I asked her to count her own teeth and then tell me. She did. With her tongue.

And then she said they were 24.


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Painful Times.

My friend and I decided to finish both our case reports in one day. High ambition, indeed. So she came over to my place after uni. And we started.

...I typed for 8. Whole. Hours.

And now I can't sit down cause it hurts like hell.

Khair. We're done with the case reports. THANK YOU, GOD!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Friday Ki Raat Hai.

Aur mein kaam kar kar ke pagal ho chuki hun. My workload this semster has increased tenfold. We're recording case history interviews... Abhi to normal logon per per very soon, they'll be on mentally ill people. Gulp. I've heard. That if they don't like a question of yours, they'll hit you, or threaten or try and shock or harm you in any way they can think of.

... And also that most of the patients are from my my university's Department of Psychology. Guess which department's mine. Heh. Joy.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Talking About Mahreen Ali Kasana a.k.a Een The Chikni.

"Mahreen Ali Kasana has been elected as Minister for Women Welfare at SAARC."

You deserve this published everywhere.


King Moosa's Back.

Moosa: Hum agr paani be piyen na kilassss mein, to humarai teacherr chapait marti hain.

Me: Kyun?

Moosa: Ainwaen, bus. Aur agr koi bacha galat kaam karay na, to us ko ko moor-... moor-... wo KYA hota hai?!
Me: Murgha?

Moosa: HAN! Moorgah bana deti hain. Acha idea hai na?

Me: ...