11:03 PM 23-3-12

I'm going to be a son for my parents inshaAllah! I'll be married and I'll move them in with me inshaAllah because there's nothing wrong with that. It's fine and I'll earn for myself and them inshaAllah and I don't need to be married if I'm not happy if my parents aren't happy. There's no point in all that when the reasons why you're here are living alone in a big empty house. I want my parents to be there when I have kids, when their grandchildren are growing up. I want my parents to give gurti to my babies and give them more love than I could ever give them and spoil my kids in every possible way I was. So I'll be the son for my parents because I'm my father's beta. A very beautiful beta. Who's too spoiled. I'll spend my life with my parents because I would've wasted 6 years of my life without them. Thus, I'll compensate these 6 years for forever. 


Also, Zohra bhabi had a son mashaAllah. 

SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHithole!

I should be studying for my TWO MAJOR exams in that shithole but wth I'm enjoying and days are ticking but I'm STRONGERRRR THAN YESTERRRRDAY!

Fuck This Shit

I'm going back to the shithole, I've said enough of that now. 

I'm super bored. 

Californication

Everybody's buying new cameras- DSLRs. They have amazing photo results. Everybody's learning how to photoshop but photography is a talent and you could be a good photographer with a 2mp camera too. Without editing. 

Turquoise Higlights

    Today was weird, exceptionally weird. I'm going to pet a  turtle. It'll be cute cuddly, I just hope I don't hammer it like the snails I used to it grade 4. Whaaa, I was an exceptionally good kid except that bit and some other bits and tats. Good ol' Mirinda Citrus. I'm sorry but it SO deserves a heart for the taste. It's frikking cold nowadays although just 13 degrees oiutside, I'm just dreading the upcoming summers cauuse freaking loadshedding so bad in the winters, I just don't want to imagine the summers. InshaAllah 2 weeks to Riyadh. *heart*

     I should probably study, I have an exam tomorrow and I don't want to screw it up like the last exam which was bullshitty. I had to use the bathroom really badly and I think the eggs did their job- gross.

   Anywho, I was thinking how everyone's been up about 2012 and all that shit, I'm just wondering how old I'm getting- I believer anything >16 is young. Everything greater is older. I know what I know. Seemed really irrelevant, anywho so I don't want to grow old. This past one and a half year has been so much of change for me- I've become a woman in all possible way except that way or have I? I've become a different personality, I talk a lot and I talk  shit, my head screws up, I've become accustomed to living like a loner and at first it was beautiful but now I need to speak. That feeling when you want to talk because you want your vocal cords to move. I eat a lot. I have started liking food which is changing now alhamdulilah. All that and clothes, fucking clothes, all I think about and it's the company I get if I get which has got me like this- WOMEN. All that's going to change inshaAllah. Because I'm going home to ami! I would like to call mama ami but its 17 years and I can't change that  now. It'll FEEL abrupt. Maa. :D Sometimes I forget how old I am, honestly, cause this year and the previous ever since uni, I've been so busy that time's felt like it flew by and I didn't even breathe in those moments. I love pencils. 

24/12/11

Why, hallo! Saturday, what a lazy lazy Saturday! Although its Sundays supposed to be lazy, well they were busy when I was in Riyadh- <3. And it was Fridays lazy there. Haiye. Anywhoo, yesterday was a tiring tiring Friday, it was one of those long dragged days, we waited for Dr. Tahir Iqbal from 8 till 8.45 when he made he ungrand entrance and it was all the hypertension stuff we knew before, so pretty much tiring. I have A LOT to revise and less than 10 days for my exam, so I should be pretty worried. Which I am not. HEEH. Then we were free from 10 to 1.30. So we planned to study something- which we did- but man! We were SO sleepy, especially Sundus and I , after every 15 minutes we'd give each other the look like what-the-hell-we-need-to-sleep. Anywho, before that samosa! Winter cold and garm samosa which gets thanda too quickly- MWAAH!. Then popcorn and then ice cream. Well then guavas for lunch and that was it! SUCCESS. Then I drove back from uni to home mashaAllah, for the first time ever. MUAHAHAHA. I wasn't that bad alhamdulilah! :D Just like didn't see a speedbump and bham? :D


 I had a good sleep last night, from 6 to today morning 6. 12 hours. MWAAH! I hate sleeping though, but it's the winter effect.  But morning walk, Michael Jackson's music, oranges and guavas. MWAAH!

Damn you, WAPDA.

Treat Yourself

I'm totally blind and numb. My hands are frozen because by the time you're done toileting and you've left the water on throughout your busy time, the water is still frigging cold, hence the frozen hands. I should really be studying, and my aims are always higher than I can aim, 2 chapters a day, like i-can-so-do-it. Huh.


 Anywho, I'm listening to 17-year-olds- One Direction- IT'S GOTTA BE YOUUU, ONLY YOUUU. Haiye, kon ainaa nuu samjhay. 


Yukh, these What The Fuck Facts on facebook are disgusting and it's always Indians going crazy on them, idiots. Like pindi bois are any better.


 I should really do two chapters tonight but I end up so sleepy and who is Dr. Tahir Iqbal for tomorrow? I have a feeling it's the shorty. Shorty's good. I don't like sirs who ask questions especially Dr. Habib-ur-Rehman, although he's awesome at his clinician skills but dude, chill out and then they baistify you so bad when you give a lousy suggestion rather than an answer. 


Enough about that. Today, our friends- Marjan, Huma, and Zamara- gave us- ME :D Wardah, Jamila, Urva, and Sundus- a surprise birthdayS party. Heeh, I knew something was fishy, and I'm annoying so well, pretty much that it. 


I need to google some new good gala designs. One Direction is pretty gay but who bothers to search another song. I am so over bans.

22/12/11

When you're through with that shit.

And you're glad.

20/12/11

HELL OF A DAY!

Thank God it's over, it was bad, sickening, lazy, tiring, fazool, everything. O.o

I want to learn punjabi so bad, I want to speak punjabi like totally rad dude, mei kaindi. Haiye, so fail. Anywho, nothing really is up, I finally put on red nail colour. Sex-E!

Happy Birthday sibo, 16! =*

16/12/11

A late start to the day, got up at 8.40. Showered, ironed, well actually then showered and practically icey cold freezing fucking water, goosebumpish and hardly being able to breathe. Then, uni going, then two classes, then coming back home. Then namaz and eating and then the day just went by. I watched the American Pie, actually still left with the last 20 minutes cause everyone went on and on about it being gross so I was like the heck let's just give it a try and then I saw it downloading the second part along. Heeh. It's not AS gross, or maybe my levels of grossness have crossed beyond limits. I guess the latter is the case, weev. Anywho, done with downloading a couple more movies to watch when I should be really studying cause I'm like in SECOND YEAAAAAR MASHALLAH! I need to change my phone cover too. Tomorrow is PREP! InshaAllah.

Continued...

Today's class was HILARIOUS! The-gang-who-know-nothing don't really know how to control the class anyway. LOL.

15/12/11

It's cold and wintery. If I were not as fat and chubby as ever, I would always wear polo necks.

16 nights to 2012. Pretty sure it'll go worse than 2011, but come to think of it, it wasn't as bad as 2010. Anywho, I've started making memos as to what to do or else I get too lazy.

That's it for today.

MOTTI SARAHHHHH!

29th august 2011 03:39 AM

I feel much better today, the hormones out, the tIredell day and then of course some studying but really not good enough.
Ramadan's ending and this year too I haven't finished the Quran and I have two days to finish 7 paras which I can do if I had a higher stamina but still inshaAllah will try. Eid is coming up, I like my nail colour and my clothes so it is awn.
I have always hated ceiling fans and darkness. Back at home I used to live on the street and the yellow street lights would help me sleep with our blue curtains.
I havent seen Ezza baji in a long long time and well I bought bangles for eid if I've not mentioned that.
I'm against marriages at young ages because there's something known as a family. I would love to stay with my family for some more years rather than get married. Pah che. And then some people lie about the ages of their daughter-in-laws to be or rather like them being called young. Well not like that matters. Some day I'll be a mother-in-law too so I have no right to judge anyone at the moment. Id really like some fresh juice for my tummy. Or baskin Robbins, I love that.
I should sleep now. Too late and biochem tomorrow. Astaghfirullah. Ya Allah madad. :/

28th August 2011 03:22 AM

Once again, I'm back wth my grieves and sadness. I hate living alone but is it better than living with everyOne who don't like you? Or am I just different In a bad way. I have my first prof in like exact 3 weeks and I should be studying hard for it but I want to and then you get tired of all the studying like you've studied all year long and just get a break but then I'll get ten days off before second year inshaAllah which is great. -_- and there's this philosophy of all teachingdoctors that since we've went through it, it's free for you to go through it too. Which is the worst part honestly. I watched an Indian movie after a year and I hate Indian movies and this sad song I'm hooked too. So it had hritik roshan in it and well I don't want to backbite. My body hurts so bad. I did 2.5 chapters if physiology today but started biochem too but then got too sick of it. I got my eid kay kapray. Grey and well pretty. I bought chooriyaan after years and well I look forward to wearing them but Haiye do I even deserve this eid? Aowwwwwwww. I miss mama so bad. ='(
I hatE living alone.
Ami Jii is making parathay for everyone and I'm here trying to sleep.

Sad.

I am sad. When I'm sad I make everything around me sad. I've forgotten what true happiness felt like and really when did I laugh from the inside, I know it's totally emo. But maybe that's what I've become. Sad, lost and depressed. No more colours. Nor do I tune anymore. Maybe when I get some happiness maybe then I'll go crazy. It's sad. I am sad. Sometimes You need someone to talk to you about how yOu feel. Sometimes you need more than talking. I am sad. I'm a weak heart, I've always known and I don't want to be strong, no point in being strong because it only raises your own expectations.

12/5/11

I'm sick sick fellow nowadays, sick in the mind and in the throat. You can stand a fever, but the runny nose and the scratchy throat is too much for my pharynx. The best part is however, cough syrup- aka sleep inducer. PROPER WUZZA. I'd love a sachet of joshanda in warm boiled water with sonf but we're out of that so I have to use simple green tea with mint, not that bad with rusks before having that.

I had to study like PROPA STUDY from this week, but the week's almost over and I'm nowhere, still floating. That sounds so emo. Anywho, back to the anterior abdominal wall. TOMORROW, I start my *No Complaint Week* again, once again, also I realized I've started gossiping a lot, and that's double shame on me!

Happy Birthday Mrs. Abeer! =D

Dear lady, Linkin Park lies, the sun won't and will never set for you.

Flakes

I'm going back in a few weeks inshaAllah!

That's our lawn a few weeks back on the day of the hailstorm, heeh. I have myself a dozen books still unread and I thought I could entertain myself in medicine, which I still do. [H]

22.2.11

We have sports days at uni, Wednesday and Thursday which gives me 2 days to chill though I was supposed to do some studying in between this. But well, whenever do you get two continuous days off within the week with just a Friday left behind. :D

As to what's a scrunchy.

Uni's good alhamdulilah. I'm loving medicine mashaAllah. The weather is perfect but I just have hairy arms.

Voila! :D

I LOVE ANATOMY.

Pee

I came home at a different time today, from uni and it was all pleasant, actually not and I was in hope of not seeing weird men peeing on the streets and as I thought how that made a difference, I turn my head to the left and BAM. Then one more. And then one in gulistaan-i-nayab.

I have two sgd's to study for tomorrow. Gastrulation and neuralution/something and organogenesis. They were talking about they've shifted or rather 'integrated' the curriculum for our batch and how we're being experimented on. I don't mind. :D

I need to pee.

14- Jan- 11: My life revolves around biochemistry, and I'm loving it.

My life in 10 points at 10:37 PM.

• Debenhams is warm.
• I miss my mother, I live alone- I do.
• I need a two way socket- if that's what you call it- to plug in my tv to the extension.
• I need to fold and hang all my clothes for the week- and study for next week's test.
• I might be going to Lahore. Next stop. For university. Again. Yep.
• Biochemistry is love. LOVE. LLOOVVEE.
• I need to take off my contacts and get into bed which I already am, but actually go to sleep.
• Point 8- I don't know.
• I had pizza from a local restaurant and it wasn't very yummy but you can't call food bad so yep.
• I'll post a picture now.

Beach Parties.

I come home around different timings, I pass across the IJP road and it's on a daily basis that I see at least 3 men loosing their naalas/naaras [I never got which one it is] as they answer the call of nature. It's just too much to take for actually thinking what's behind the clothing at the back and how they carry on walking after their done. Every single day.

We have this huge test coming up and everyone studies their butts off at the library. Lie. Only some do, but yeah. It's actually too much to cover up in 2 nights you see, we've almost done around 11 chapters of biochemistry. Yup, it's like one chapter daily and then we have LGDs and Wrap Up sessions- no one studies for those, and I didn't for 3 days and I was pounded with guilt and books.

However, it'll be a year soon that I permanently shifted to Pakistan and it's been good alhamdulilah. [No.] Riyadh is the sex.

I'm on my days nowadays, haha- that sounds funny, and yeah I said it out. It's pretty cool outside right now.

I love food.

The day you've waited for.

So I don't know what's up. What's up is that I did get into the university everyone loves to get in but at the same time I got in as an international student thanks to my SAT. I mean no complain, alhamdulilah. Let me just put on some sadass for music. Holy- I need to pee but this is much more important.

So its international yep, and its like all bigbigmoney like I did know that before but I don't know just hit me what an ass I have been cause I've been careless on it and following that how I screwed up my tests and all. Not all blames, I just got done with externals recently but not the point. So anyway, maybe my dad was like you stay back there since he has to arrange for the whole admission fees and shit. Makes sense and MAYBE, I wish just MAYYYYYBE, I have enough money to get myself a ticket since when else do you use money?

I'm fasting and my mouth is all eyoueye and dry and I didn't even wash my face and I have ugly pimples all over my pretty face. How I thank my oily skin. And how I LOVE Modern Talking. Reminds me of my home and the childhood. Omer bhai's stereo and nights with Modern Talking and Michael Jackson. Oh love that was. And I used to pee a lot when I was a kid. Embarrassing, I know. =p

OHMFMAN. Brother Louie! =D Oooooo. I feel ticklish on my head.

So well what I have to do since I don't want to sulk and be alone in the basement for the day.

Urm, I basically can only clean my room, try moving some butt, or shower. Besides that get a sexyass for a haircut. Fix my face. Go to the eye doctor. Get sight checked, specs and contacts. Which reminds me I need to download the Medical Certificate and I find out that I weigh 80kilos now. -_- Life. -_-

Now I feel like slicing off my lips and put them on gravy for dinner. Oh great. I just hate everything now. Girls. I'm going to sulk in my basement now, over n' out-

No one lets you dance in only shoes anymore.

When you can't be bothered to get dressed.

Be happy.

Howdie hoe. I think my boyfriend's slept instead of replying to my text.

The point there is. *text tone* I think, the first line or word of a post defines the content. By the howdyho, it would've sounded that I'm doing fine and happy. Critical situations have been roaming around me at the very moment. I left food on my plate. RICE on my plate. Now, I'm a person who eats every last part of the rice may it be 0.5 mm but I do, well you can clearly see how much adipose I own too. Secondly, my cousin's daughter is in the ICU and I'll be very honest but people only remember God when they really need him. *reads text: Perv* Now, I'm not the best at my religion but seriously and its amazing how people make a mountain out of a molehill. Or maybe I'm just too young to understand their language.

Second on the list is how everyone prays to God only on days known as 'Shabrat' around here and the rest of the year 5 prayers are just like salt and pepper to them. Maybe I whine a lot nowadays. I need to get my phone fixed too. My veryvery sexy E66.

I like the basement. Its just very quiet. I need to shower. The weather's pretty glad today. Its cloudy and windy enough to smack my open door and go like BHAM.

Point of the day: Be happy.

No Complaints

Blogging in a towel, without a fan, in your own very room with two doors that have a lock each (with keys) has its very own fun.

So my mum always told me not to speak/sing/say any holy supplication when in the bathroom since the angels wait for you outside th

e door and when you speak/sing/say anything they have to like, see you naked. So since I've been, I shower without the door locked, well I mean closed. So like today for the first time in ages, I sang in the shower and since the door was open the angels could just look on the other side and note what I was saying. Now I know why Manal Malik loves singing.

So the fan's switched off cause I caught a fever a few days ago since I showered twice a day and my long hair were wet under a fan at its maximum speed. I say that's just frigging awesome. Talking about long hair, what's the use when they're ALL-literally all- just split ends which turn golden by the end. True story. So. Hair cut, the only wise answer.

Its been raining cats and dogs not-literally in Rawalpindi. The temperature is 25 degrees while Riyadh is a fine 42. From what I heard in the afternoon the monsoon broke a record of like 33 years somewhere. Sources: Mami.

I need to switch on the fan. I have water in my ear. *searches for a plunger*

Anywho. So well life in Pindi is fun. =D Lol no. It is just okay. Like duh, Pindi we talk about. I've started a 'No Complaints' week, which well I'm the leader and follower only since it'll benefit me only. Starts Thursday, 29th July and then we'd see the outcomes on Thursday, 5th August. [When you see a mosquito, start moving!] Wait. Knock on the door, I better open up. -_-

Yellow&Black

#nowplaying Stan- Eminem ft. Dido.

24th July '10- 4.55 PM. Yup, the timezone is still of Riyadh's. I wake up late and time passes by. There are patakhay pathking outside and apparently since my laptop's just out and people see what I do. I'm sure they know I'm way past addiction. Great. Its almost magrib time. I'm bored.

This is really boring. I miss Doritos. SO much. Doritos.

I should go now.

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus. ~Robert Brault

Lame boring quotes. ^

• Heroes Don't Cry

You're static. You're flowing. You want to be alone. In the darkness. Nothing to think about yet so much in head. You're trying to move it all out, but the more you try, the heavier it gets. Anger lines. I think I have four. The heaviness falls to the eyebrows. The back feels stiff. The neck bent and when you want cracks but you fail to crack your knuckles. You can't you're so slow in the potion. Hold back that screen. Look at the world around you. Nah you're too cyber with that screen. Standing here in front of you, is simplicity. Let's just hold back a second to ourselves. Close your eyes. I see a shift key. What do you see? I see nothing now. I'm static.

Chemistry. Unit 4. Check. Kachingabinga.

5/19/2010

Hi hello yipeeediyo. So today I had my third exam. Physics Unit6B. Yup. It was good besides the fact that I do incredibly stupid mistakes. Lets list.

Precision of a meter rule: 0.5mm. Bummer. So next question goes wrong too. 2 marks into examiner's pocket.

Gradient negative. I put -ve sign. Turns out we didn't have to. Bummer^2.

Some maistakes here and there count up.

Yesterday was Mr. Biology's turn. I think biology is a female. -_-

Null hypothesis should be accepted. WRONG SARAH GODDAMMIT REJECTEDDDDDDDD!

Bummer #2: I used a transect, could have been a quadrat.

Bummer #3: Mistakes here and there.

Oh.Em.Gee.

Chemistry. Yellow flame test. Chromium. Anion and cation. Oh okay so you add zinc to a complex of Cr and you get SO4^2-. Fuck you sarah. -_- THAT is a STRAIGHT 4-5 in the bank of Edexcel. Then 2 marks for this HCl not used instead of H2SO4. Haiye. Chemistry, I thought you and me were buddies man.

Now. Real deal. Last Friday that was the urm *opens calendar* 10th of May. I GOT CHICKENPOX. Hell yes. -_- I got raped and sleepless nights. So I pretty much studied only a day before my chem exam but I still don't blame that. I'm stupid by birth in the head. So now chickenpox was/is the worst thing that ever happened/is-happening to me. I had pox all over me and trust me when I say that. Yes. I couldn't sleep all night cause they fucked my back and I couldn't move then the whole entire day I would cry and cry like a sissy sissy baby. Oh how pathetic sarah. You're such a girl goddammit.

Next up. BLUE DORITOS. No respect. Sweet chili peppered flavored DORITOS. *has 1/8th part* Why *munches* are they so *swallows* goood?! *grabs for another one*

So. I swear to god I'll make my kids have chickenpox before they turn 6. Okay I don't swear that but I would. -_- Seriously. Too much a lot of pain is there. Now to my room which is a MESS. With the prayer mats everywhere. Dubattas everywhere followed by books and papers and booklets and papers and laptops and books and tissue. -_- Did I tell you I live in a jungle? Indeed.

I need more orange juice. Wth. Great mama needs to msnvidcall khala lot in fsd.

My baby back. I need.

Also. What's the deal about the 20th of May? Like I know what's the deal but like I don't get the point of deactivating and going back into checking notifications and well bah all back over again. People should pray regularly than that stuff. Plus, no comments. I just think its blah. >.>

Untitled #5

Oh sweet fucking heaven.

If you smoke. Watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dii4vtcK0rY&feature=player_embedded

Yes. I haven't blogged as the blogblog yet. AND. I have missed on reading quite a few ones too
Just been very busy.
Lol, no. That's just an excuse. I have exams coming up. *wohoo!* This friday to the endless journey till the 29th of June. Yup. It's May right now. -_-
So in my Chem mock exam. I got an A, B and a C. *voila!*
My dad got me this pen. Which he thinks is *zabrdast* as in awesome. Lets see. -.-

I should start looking onto the bright side of everything now. Like the mess in the drawing room. Yup. I guess I'll take a picture of that. I have SCREWED the room. Like, its now like a hotel room. Yup. -.- Also. I have never tried Weetabix which Nosheen is loving at the moment and wants her husband to be the owner of that factory. Google.

So plans as they come. Oh. Battery dying.
So today. I have to do BIG TIME. MAJOR TIME. Chemistry. >_> Like major major majorrrrrrrrr!
Oh. Today's Mother's Day.


I just waste my time. Like this:

QQ: Quick Post

What's love?

No, I'm not going on with the questions. Well half the world still says, what's love? Gah. Just a feeling. Like fucking hunger. Like when you need to pee. Like when you're shivering. THAT feeling.

Love to me is happiness. Most of the times. When my dad comes home and cracks CRRRRRAZY jokes. When maa does something incredibly funny/weird. When you get a simple sa adorable sa text. When you miss Sibgha. When you want to eat Manal's butt. [Came out very wrong but wtf. =D]

Its when a brother tells you you're the best sister ever spending the tiniest of time together, that in the weirdest ways. Insulting the shit. Swearing the fuck.

Its when Noori sings and the music. That is love.

Its when, once again. A love text. When you're SO low. When you've been ambushed by the worst guys ever. Worst looking* =p Just kidding.

This is love:

A Stranger.

Run away, run away phantom
Shy away, terrified child
Won't you move away
Fuckin' tornado
I'm better off without you

Tearin' my will down

¬PaintMeGreen¬

Why aren't you people at church?
His fart's glue.

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

An our song.

Just outside my window.

Another Elephant

A happy 200th post.

A 'Me' portrait.
=D

My life is blank.

29th April 2010.
5.45 PM.

5.46 PM.

6.07 PM.

Everything sucks.
From the flare to this house.

Am yo' staaar!

On another note:

We in the Strip Club,

Fellas loose control when them ladies work them poles got money anything goes,

Up in the strip club,

Ballers bottle poppin.

195th post

I lost my blogpost. I wrote it with such. Straight from the heart. And found the right picture from my iphone to go with. Its gone. I'm in no mood to do anything now. Goodnight world. These little things still matter to me. Haiye.

8:51 PM 23rd March 2010

As I talk to you, in my head I want to do a lot of stuff right now:

• read The Gori Wife Life.
• study Chemistry unit 5.
• sleep early.
• read My Sister's Keeper.
• clean the house.
• talk to nano.
• go out to buy stuff [too late; mum dad left]
• hold my iphone and miss it.
• just walk around the house.
• OR SLEEP.

Last post of the day.
Back to you.
Bye.

Busy.

Test tomorrow. Reading The Gori Wife Life. Amazing blog. Knew it all along, but now I'm reading it from the first very post. It seems to be like a story. True story.
A paragraph from the fifth post:

What is bhel puri? Is it good? It sounds horrible!

Why do wives call their husbands Suniye?

Do donkeys really travel on the highways?

What is Paan? And what does it have to do with people spitting red stuff all over the place?

Why do they decorate the buses?

My Best Sister

SARAH my sister
me manal :P
first thing first u suck :/
yes u do!:P i know what you think :)

so many good old days when i was young and sarah use to tease me! well she still does even my whole family does that to me :P and that's annoying sumtymz =P she doesn't know my life that much but i know she loves me and ily sarah ur my best sister ever! no one can beat that.no one can have a sister like her! the way she talks or w.e everybody hates her :P o.o, lol so yh. everybodyhatesherandlyksher! :P:P xD!


idrk why am i posting this buh i guess cuz i love her? O_o
um i remember she used to love my but :P xD! i noe she hates it loadz cuz now it's not that small,squeezy,and sponge LMFAO!
so i'm off!
so just so you know ILOVEEYOU! :D
yupe i do.

I love my nano.

We all know one sign of the Day of Judgement [I wonder why we use capitals though] is that time will fly so fast you wouldn't notice. Which is true. When you're living in the moment. Its long and static. Once over, you ponder over what you actually did in every composed second.

Its 2010. TWENTY TEN! I've lived 17+ years. And I still remember being 12 and keeping the TV's volume according to my age. I remember being young. I remember being 15 and when Shoaib bhai told me he was 17, it was just a o_O moment. [I also wonder how you actually make a face that way.]

My grandmum's here. I love her. She's like my favorite person and one I love a lot after family maybe. =D She's cool. She's pious. She's so good mashaAllah. And the passion for namaz, and good stuff she teaches us. Ayehaye. <3

I'm going for a roadtrip inshaAllah, on both upcoming weekends. I'll be missing Rija's last birthday with us. Which is, very very depressing. And inshaAllah I'll be back by almost 3rd. InshaAllah.

Sibgha taught me how to put eyeliner. She's 14 and I 17. I started using it when I was 16. I'm a girl who hates shopping too. Though, I'd love to with Rija and Nosheen. We then buy boxers. [H]

Last 22nd March here. Maybe ever. Haiye. Everyday passes. Time flies.

I've started reading My Sister's Keeper and apparently I love love it. It sounds like a very good book. Moreover, I always wanted to read The Time Traveler's Wife but 5 weeks in England, every library had it booked. Also, in Pakistan, none had it. Plus, my dad hates taking me to book stores. I buy endless. This year I bought almost 10 novels with only 1 read. Jodi Picoult. Amazing author. Keeping Faith. Amazing book.

Oh God. I miss Screwball from Iceland in Southall. Once I walked down to buy 2 packs. Each of 1 pound only and it was LOVE I tell you. Sneaking down at 2 AM, to have some and then OHMYGOD. I miss England. ='(
Raspberry lines and vanilla. With a chewing gum under. <3

Anyway, I be go now.

I was talking to my nano since the last 24 minutes. =D I LOVE HER. <3

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I've forgotten how I blogged.

Asian Eyes.

Facts about the 17-year-old.

• Girls suck.
• I have the oiliest hair. EVER.
• Desktops FTW!
• Turkish men. Are fucking hell!
• I always wanted to learn Turkish rather than French.
• If you do crump, you impress me.
• If you do bhangra, you turn me on.
• I have 3 stars which glow in the dark on my wall. Then a huge paper-blue star next to 3s5vW.
• I find every excuse to ditch studies and chill out with my dad.
• I'm going to be a gynecologist. InshaAllah. You can ew later.
• Weather. Riyadh. Change.
• E66. FIRST LOVE! <3
• Brush your hair once a day.
• Drink 3 glasses a day.
• Acne. Kiss it.
• Maaz is ADORABLE.
• No more points.

Closer

Just call me closer.

Yesterday has been quite a day. Most of you would know why. Certain situations, you never just meet them, and you definitely don't want to either. The thought of you in their place freaks you out, freaky more is what they're going through. Tragedies.

Sometimes life just gets on to a halt. You think its over just cause one little thing messes up. You forget all the blessing bestowed upon you and forget that the worse is still yet to come. We live in a world of virtual happiness. We're so used to the happiness or whatever you want to call it that reality is just too much for us. Or maybe its just human nature.

We tend to go low just because we lose a calculator, or someone swears at us, or you don't get food on time. The little things. Personally, I'm talking about me. Or someone ate someone's candy. Little things in a big world. There's no strength to hold yourself in place. And I don't know where this post is going.

The temperature is 33° outside.

I'll just shut up. I think wordpress.com kicks blogger's big butt. i feel like shifting there.

=(

Hasb-e-Haal!

Planning never works. Like never for me, I think the will is quite superior on that matter.
I think beige and brown look perfect together, even perfect than the all-time-classic black and white.
Being crazy and losing your mind is just alright. Dancing to Pitbull in a Saudi mall and that also like a duck is far too alright. Red nailcolours are by far too fine and when your teacher asks you for the colour code you go blank cause you're by far too that hip-high-school-girl-with-all-the-fish-accessories.
Mad cow arresting. Reason: Cows produce a lot of methane by their belching. Too much a lot of.
Oh and did I mention, Bohemia is the official sex? Like ayehaye haye man!
And world wide population, please let people swear on their own twitters or you could just simply go like 'Unfollow' like lets just live life haina?
Pung phoray? What's that? Ayehaye?

[I always wondered how do you do weed/hash?]

Also. I have tonnes of homework to do. I think Saudi women are like balloons literally. They fly with attitude. As fat and puffy. Not like I'm thin, but I'm not very fat as them. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh, =p and you can pop them easily. Aisa waisa!
Also, I think Saudi guys are typical rude dudes and when they ask you if you do know English, you say: I know English better than you man.

Also. I'm racist. To a degree. Not every Saudi's like that I'm sure.

After 3 hours:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Hasb-e-Haal is SUCH a funny yet awesome show. Dunya News, I guess. My parents used to watch it like everyday and I could hear my day laugh like a baby while he did. And they always invited me to watch it too. I was too busy being farigh. From now on, I'll watch it all the time.

So in China, a hundred year old woman grew a 'seengh' which'd be a horn and he made so much fun hahahahahahahaha, like literally. He said the husband while shopping instead of holding the woman's hand would hold her horn and be like chee chaa. And he does ultimate imitating/acting. ULTIIIIMATE!

I don't understand half the stuff cause of the urdu they speak and the way he speaks.

I love HasbeHaal. Now I'm going out. To dinner since Yashma's here for sleepovers. :)

Sunsets suck.

Hello world.

Today is a good day.

Reasons:

I'm using my desktop after an approximate year. Can you believe it, its almost been like 1/4th of the year already. Like I still remember how bad 2009's beginning was. Like no kidding dude. The worst of the worst. And in 2 months time then, I was planning to go to England for vacations. Wow. Time literally flies now. Sign of Day of Judgement. Yeah, besides the swearing I'm pretty religious.

-_-

Lets try short posts.

Since the desktop is fresh and I've deleted stuff, I only have Sample Pictures from My Pictures on my Windows XP. So tada. :)

Untitled.

I am emo.

I miss you iPhone.

You know when they say you only realise the importance of something when you lose it, well yeah, I just lost my iPhone around the house. =/

My dad uses it more than I do. Like 72 applications, he uses the games, I do the um, well youtubing, facebooking, tweeting, ebuddying and nimbuzzing. Yeah. And my music. =(

Dear iPhone, man I miss you. I know I was a rude dude to you, but just because I thought you were going to take the space I have in my heart for my hawt E66. But dude, I did love you. I loved how you were so black, so sexy, so slick. You pretty thang, you and your silver lining. Literally.

Haiye, dude come back to mommy.



On another note, fuck the SAT someone.

What's on her mind today? #4

I just realised yesterday that.
I'll list.

• I'm not the only one who listens to crap music.
• Punjabi music is not crap.
• I just lied.
• I love Rija and Nosheen. Like LOVE them.
• I felt how it feels to be dizzy and just trip on the ground.
• When Nosheen's high, I'm high. In fact, we're high.
• If you're sad, you need a dose of my friends. I mean it the good way.
• HajraNadeem has to be the best female-nigga-with-those-lips out there. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SO GOOD! Excuse me. Ahem.
• And I can't stop swearing so what the hell.
• ALSO. Many people had their eyes like o_O when they heard I swear a lot >_>
• Not a big deal.
• I should stop the bullets.
• School tomorrow. I miss school.
• TOMORRRRROW. :D
• I suck.
• I'm a sadist.
• I need to read www.cascade91.wordpress.com
• I like 7up.
• I liiiike youuuu.

These bullets suck. >_>

Khusa Love.

My sense of dressing is rocking.
An hour ago, I had a black flair, a white unironed shalwar and skin-toned khusaas. Yep. And I slept in my jeans and since I haven't had food since a couple, even with the belt they're fucking loose. Like great. Now, I need a new pair. Ayehaye. Sorry for the breakout but I'm back to Bewafa. =/

Anyway, so well then my cousindude came over and he's the one who never calls me sarah, either its bachay or phaskay. And he's not very old to be calling me bachay, he's just 25ish I think. Anyway, so I had to look like an insaan then.
This post is to the love of khusaas. Wait lemme turn on the ac, otherwise these khusays'll make me sweat fuck. Oh and today on, seriously no more swearing. Seriously. If I do, you can slap me which you can't so BOO-HOO!

Khusay and me roll back from a long long time. I never really liked them, like totally desi. Not my style. But since me and desi don't fuse together in matters like well, you know. So I bought my first ever pair at deej's brother's akeeka/hakeeka [I never figured out] but well those were my baby pink ones. Not baby pink but like pink baby. Oh well, nvm. Only pink since my shalwar kameez was pink acha. Oh, and I used to do hijaab then I had my pink scarf. Oh, well, another story that.

So wait lemme see if I have a picture of them. Okay, searching for them made me sad, I just passed photos of grade 9 and 10 of deej, fary, and us three. Oh man. x_x
Okay. So then I bought black khusaas last to last year from pindi. THEY WERE MY BABIES!
I wore them one day to school and I played football. Now, thing is sports and I, we don't roll. Football is just AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So. Well. We. Roll. Yeah, now suckiness is, not many at school play football, its all basketball bball and Michael Jordans. Not my style.
So well, high kicks. Once I kicked the ball so high it never came back. WALLAH! And well all thanks to my Nike kicks. So well, I hit many people with my kicks and I'm sorry to all. Really, and Nayha sorry for hitting the ball on your face twice but man, you were sitting right in the middle. Not my fault. 8)

So this one day, we had our colour-day when we all just diss our uniform so well, I kicked the ball, usual highness and along with the ball, I saw something else going up. Yes, my khusaa. Right at the same speed, same projectile. Wallah, and I laughed my butt off man! And then my foot really really hurt and I look back and everyone's laughing at my poor khusa. Well, then the grade 4 boys who were pretty turned on by my kicks ran away with my khusa. So. I had to run after them, and I took of my other khusa and chaaallo.

And well, mama threw them away, cause I overused them. And she took my pink khusaas away 'cause they looked so bad and I wore them everywhere. Haiye. I miss my black khusaas. My feet looked so hawt in them.
Okay not the point. Ahem.

I SHOULD GO NOW. I miss Rija.

Then...

2.46 AM Replays bewafa.
Kills fuckedupbcassholemosquito by chance.

... And then we happened!

2.19 AM Mosquito roaming around me.
Hair stuck on my hand.
Imran Khan's bewafa in my ears.
Express on my mind.

2.20 AM Jeez, you make me smile too much.

2.21 AM Hear me out when I tell you I love you so much.
Replays bewafa.

2.22 AM Lost.

2.24 AM *smiles* So world, what you staring at?

2.25 AM *still smiling* Oh, I love this.

2.27 AM *still smiling* Goes out to E for everything. =D
I love you.

Bingo was his name-O!

Seriously, I need to do some gaming.
Oh, hello there! Finally you see me! My hair's not that bad usually.


Great, I downloaded an episode and now I'm to hype to watch it. Great.

Seriously, I need to ask for more pocket money. I have my pocket money since like November yeah, and in October, I got nothing. Then my dad gave me some eidi and um, I spent it all, um, on paying for um, photocopies for past papers. I mean, I'm not supposed to do that my dad always fills that in.

But then its a laze, to ask him for money every fucking day. So I just took out that 100 and paid some shag off. Also. I spent about a 30 out for myself when I went for bowling. Double game and 6cost sundae. Great. -_-

So, if I get some money. That is pocket money worth a 300 now. I guess I could do some shopping out. RIGHT Sarah. Shopping as in cool stuff, I don't do makeup, handbags, shirts and dresses. Last time that ever happened. England and well, you could say I shopped a lifetime after a lifetime. I'd rather go for this.


Okay and one eyeliner maybe. And. Wow. Keys!