Sunday, January 30, 2011

Coffee Shop.

Instead of completing the tons of work I have (so I can finally be free of these bloody 500 page long reports which I wrote. Yes. Myself. Alone. BOO-ya), I'm playing games on Shockwave.

I hate wet towels on my bed and I get a fresh one every day, courtesy of my brothers.

Saturday, January 29, 2011


You may not realize it but you've joined the ranks of those we both despised. You know. Friends who ditch.

I'm busy.

I'm working.

I have stuff to do.

I have so much to do, we'll talk later.

Not a problem. I don't mind talking later when you're actually busy. But what about when YOU need to talk to ME?

I guess its my fault I'm fucking there for you every fucking time you need to fucking hear that someone loves you. And you know how much I HAVE been there. Like pretty much every single time there was. Even when you didn't ask.

I will never fucking learn to stop giving so much of myself. I'll never learn. Because I do this every time and now I can't even be mad about it because it IS my fault. I give too much, I expect the same in return.

I'll let you know if that ever in my life comes true.

Sad, poor little me post? Go away, right now I don't care how much of a whiny kid I sound like. I WANT FRIENDS WHO KNOW HOW TO BE FRIENDS, DAMMIT.

P.S. Ascuse the profanity. 

Friday, January 28, 2011



You guys have been responsible for some of the happiest times I've had. I love you.

Thank you.


Yes, I get sappy too -_-

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Its strange how almost every suicide bomb blast takes place on days significant for Shias. Isn't it?


It really isn't.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Laal Lipstick.

I can't remember when I had this much fun.

Oh, wait I can.

But not THIS much fun. Not where I got to dress up like... that.

I'm thinking of getting a massive haircut. Like chopping all my hair off. Its pretty long now, to my waist. Which might not be saying much, since I'm 5 foot nothing but still =P

I have such a strong craving for Lays. Salt and Vinegar. Oh hey, I heard there are new flavors out. Has anyone tried them?

I keep think I should switch to Zong but I love Warid. Although I want to KILL them for their repeated annoying promotion messages. I'd use their own message blocking service to block them, if I could -_-

I need new shoes. I've lost interest in buying new clothes. Its such an effort to design everything. Bus.

I don't know how to drive. High time I learned but the traffic in Lahore scares me.

I was thinking I want a DSLR but I fell in love with my camera all over again today.

Sleep deprivation makes me high. Really. I've tested my hypothesis multiple times and I end up with the same result: Proved.

I can't wear pretty/sexy shoes anymore. My feet are so sensitive, nothing but joggers work =(

Red lipstick suits me, methinks. Ha, go ahead. Shoot me. You're allowed =P

I LOVE the color purple. And metallic colors make my mouth water.

I like stubble. I mean I like guys with stubbly chins. Just to watch. I'm gonna shut up now =P

P.S. I am sick of cute guys turning out to be younger than I am. Way younger. Every cute guy. Am I older than all of you?! This is bloody unfair.

Thursday, January 20, 2011


We had our last day at the placement school today.

The kids wouldn't let go when we went to say goodbye, they couldn't understand that we're leaving and won't be coming back.

I think we were more sad than they were.

I'll miss my kids so much.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Tugs and Wars.

We're participating in the tug-of-war competition tomorrow =D

Yes. 11 of us M.S. girls, against all the Bachelors and Intermediate Students. Ha. Nobody our age age takes part in these things.

So, look. Losing is not an option. We have to win. Have to. SO PLEASE PRAY, YES?

Also, I joined the Photography Club here. And applied for an executive seat. Interviews are coming up soon, and I need to choose 15 of my best pictures to show them. I have no idea what to pick and what not to. But anyway, pray for that too.

We have an INSANELY busy week ahead, what with the Sports Day, Photography Club, report submissions, portfolio finalization, parties and what not. Lets hope it all goes well.

Especially the competition. Meine besti nai karaani. =P

In other news:

Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person who gave you this award. (In a post, or in your sidebar, wherever you have this)
 2. Pass the award along to seven other people who post about at least slightly amusing things and tell them. Either by emailing them or commenting on a post, etc.
3. Say seven things about yourself that no one knows. (Or at least you think no one knows.)
4. Pass these rules on.

FURREE KATT YOU ARE AWESOME. And I love you for this:

So. Seven things about myself? You guys know everything already =/

1. I have an aversion to odd numbers. Yes, I really do and I know its strange. I HATE it if the volume of my television is at 7 or 9 or 11 or any odd number. I don't like it when my roll number adds up to be an odd number.

2. I don't eat fruits. My parents hate this about me, obviously.

3. All I want to do is laze around here and there, take pictures, read and write. I honestly have no ambition at all.

4. I used to throw my scarf/dupatta off while going out, when I first started wearing it. I hated it. I only wore it because my dad wanted me to. Now, its such a part of me I feel exposed when I take it off.

5. I want to be famous. And loved. I have no shame in admitting that.

6. I think like a guy. Yes, that means exactly what you're thinking with the O_O expression on your face.

7. I like myself. I'm comfortable with myself. I think I'm fun. I think that's awesome.

How boring, nai? Khair. I can't be interesting =(

Acha now for the tags.

Mehreen Ali Kasana
Psych Rant
Home of the Snapping Turtle

Bus, there's no 7th. I hate odd numbers =P

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Its Almost 11.

Loneliness is a bitch.
Especially when you really need to concentrate and prioritize.

This calls for comfort food. Or drink.
And sadly, it stopped being comforting at age 13.


Saturday, January 15, 2011


Sometimes I think my guy friends are better than my girlfriends.

Sometimes they are.

Monday, January 10, 2011

These Kids are Amazing.

Our class has been divided into two groups; one who go to the Special Education School for the Mentally and Emotionally Impaired and the other group goes to the Hearing and Visual Impaired School. I'm in the first group. My friend who's in the second group told me she has a client, a little boy who has a hearing impairment. This boy's hearing is totally non-existent and he listens to the radio. Yes, the radio. When she asked him if he could hear anything in the radio he said:

"No, I'm deaf I can't hear anything. But its fun to pretend, isn't it?"

Then he went on to his class, proudly showing off his radio to his hearing impaired friends and pretending to listen to it all day long.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

One Hundred! Waqai!

You guys are awesome. If it weren't for you, I'd probably have stopped blogging a long time ago. So YAY and thank you so much!


Me <3

Saturday, January 8, 2011


Striving to be different makes you the norm, not the exception.

Everyone wants to be different. So basically, you're following the norm.

It doesn't make you 'cool', or in any way better than the rest.

Either find a new hobby or STFU, because all you're doing is making yourself look lame.

Genuinely different people, who actually deviate from the norm do not need to prove it by declaring it to the world.

Friday, January 7, 2011

8:48 P.M.

When you start blanking out during class, with total amnesia related to the lost time afterwards... You know there's something wrong.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


God, I'm lame.

2011 Aa Bhi Gya.

2010 ka pata be nai laga.

You're bloody rude and selfish. You make me want to slap you. Among other violent stuff.

I love the fog out there even though it means Motorway is closed off and it takes me more than an hour to get to university.

For some reason, my taste buds have dulled. Yes, dulled. I have to really concentrate to taste stuff, otherwise it all tastes bland. That's the saddest thing ever because I love food.

You make me wonder. How come your mom never slapped you till your teeth rattled for behaving like that with her? If my kid ever did that, I'd bash his/her head in. But then, my kid won't ever, ever be like that. Inshallah.

I don't like heaters. They make me feel all dry and itchy and drowsy.

Peanuts are only good if they're roasted and salted and crispy. Otherwise... No, thank you.

The new year doesn't mean anything to me. I'm not happy, nor sad about it. Just... neutral I guess. Why does everyone wish everyone a happy new year? Its all the same. Barely anything ever changes.

Chaye is my only comfort. My baba makes awesome chaye.

I'm jinxed. Every uni/school/academy I ever in my life attended banned jeans. Which eliminates about half of my wardrobe right there.

My mobile is so battered and bruised. Bichara. I bought it just recently.