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

No Post

I've forgotten how I blogged.

Asian Eyes.

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!

Turn The River

I personally think. Seduction leads to murder. Not murder but homicidal, murder one way or the other. Explanation'll lead a bit to the wrong side of it. But. Yeah.

This movie. Outstanding like I said before.

OUTTHESTANDING YOOOO!

Its 2.30 in the morning. Wow. My eyes are burning. I should sleep.
Should but won't.
I wanna play pool. Really sometime. Of course, I'll have to learn it full time before. But hey! I KICK MAJOR BUTT AT CUE CLUB!


Also, I used to join this bar for a chat or so with people, and then you could challenge for a game and I used to call them stupid and idiot and I got responses like Sarah, are you drunk? Or like Sarah needs to leave. And there was always this Sally hitting on me like, Sarah, you go cowgirl even with like a lame hi. -_- P.S. That was all computer and not real people.

Cry Wolf

I think this movie is outstanding. Turn the river.


In casting a woman in a traditionally male role, Eigeman subtly shifts both genre and gender. His heroine adopts the iconography of the hustler movie, but feminizes it: The image of a woman camping out on a pool table reads less as rugged than vulnerable. When Kailey gets beaten up, it's not for being a hustler but for being a woman, as male rage explodes on the barest pretext.

thenisleptlikeababy

Green chains for dying batteries.
=D

... And I said I love you to him, like all the other days.
For just a day is like rain in November. Never enough...

I am so sleepy.

short post. no capital letters for today. Okay capital letters. It just doesn't seem right when you guys aren't there.

So well... In bed, 2.20 PM. Tomorrow's off, I don't take Maths. Oh, the sadness. So for today, we be chilling yooooo!

Hm, I think I'll go out with my dad today. Okay, I'm sleepy. So I'm going to bed now.
Oh I haven't prayed zuhr too. -_-

A blonde calls her husband at work one day and asks him, "Can you help me when you get home?"

"Sure," he replies. "What's the problem?"

"Well, I started a really hard puzzle and I can't even find the edge pieces."

"Look on the box," he said. "There's always a picture of what the puzzle is."

"It's a big rooster," she said.

The husband arrives home and tells his blonde wife, "Okay, put the corn flakes back in the box."

Sarah speaks Punjabi...

Punjabi? My punjabi? Sure. Click.

Ketchup And Me. Baby!

Okay, so I was really hungry. I had four glasses of milk. And so me and my dad went to get some Subway. Now I only have those 6" ones and that also itni mushkilo say. Its too much for my chota sa stomach. Ahem. 8)

Now what happens is this. Me and my dad have a music session. We're listening to Modern talking. You take my self, you take my self-control! Dad's in subway ordering. Chicken Fajita please, for me, and the other two.

I haven't had Lay's in many days. So I felt like having Salted Lay's. I hate it when people call them red, blue or yellow. Easier but its annoying.


We're going back from the PSUwali branch home, takes a minutes drive or so.

We're talking about how medicine comes into action as a good field for women for so many reasons. He's telling me how the doctors are neat inside and he knows many how raise funds in Pakistan. He makes complete sense and then he's telling me how he used to listen to all these songs in discos and he had stacks of cassettes.

Its that instant when I want to go for a long drive with my dad because I've less than 6 more months here till I go to Pakistan. Just the thought is enough to sadden me. To be very honest. Haiye.

I come home, have a half a pack of Lays to myself. I'm unwrapping my Subway sandwich on Sibgha's bed and her unfolded quilt. I realise RED. Not bright red but red. I know, you're not supposed to sniff food but this is a life and death matter.
Suspect: Ketchup.

I rush to my dad's room ---->
I think there's ketchup in my sandwich.
Hm.
You know, I don't eat ketchup. Haina?
I think there's ketchup in that.
How do you not know I don't eat ketchup papa!
But its really REALLY little and you didn't tell me not to.
BUT ITS KETCHUP. YEARS SINCE I HAD IT.

Now, seems like I'm mad. But I'm not. I'm alright indeed. Its okay, my dad or Manal could have my sandwich. Now this ketchup issue is big deal for me. Half my extended family thinks I'm nuts, not half, everyone. I don't touch a ketchup bottle. If I do, with a tissue. After that, I wash my hand twice.

Manal's sweet enough to give her sandwich to me and she's like I don't want anymore. I'm like okay. You can have mine. Everything's done and then we're on the dining table, I start blogging. And my dad...

I think... these ones didn't have ketchup and Manal wala did. Oh yeah! I remember now!
Me: O_O

[He had no idea, I ate Manal's. Either he was telling the truth about it, or he wanted me to ignore ketchup and eat it.]

That's the handbrake. =D

Venga!

Happy News: So yesterday I was all busy studying my unit 4 for bio. I'm doing A2 by the way, just so you have an idea. Now I thought there were exactly 4 chapters for Topic 6 just like Topic 5 instead, there were just 3. 2 more to be done and I'd be finished. All happy news yeah. That's 12 in the afternoon then.

Sad News: I got happy, too happy to study, never studied the last two properly and ended up finishing them two at 10ish in the night.

Now, why? I ditched bio and went for a walk with my dad. As once again, I grabbed my dad's green M&S sweater, my mum's umbrella-style abaya and oozed out through the door in my elephant-Nike trainers. Now, as I was in my gaddi, me and dad were just switching between Vengaboys and Bob Marley. We're a fan of both. Tedious task to do is. That, the first song in that USB in Sex On The Beach- Vengaboys. By some chance yeah, and I have to click Next before that part comes up, 'cause its just a little too much. So even before I put my seat belt on. *NEXT*

Happy News: Now, as we were walking, once again around the fucking cool PSU, I with an iphone here and E66 there was all like, oh, I don't feel bad, I'm okay and I really was okay 'cause suddenly bio was the last thing on my mind though I studied shit. I was all, as long as you have God with you, all is well.

Sad News: UNTIL I got home and that sweater, I wear to school some times and it had those light green and light blue uniball pens yea, and the steal thing on their cap scratched my hawt E66's screen! IT WAS SAD! It wasn't the normal scratch, it was more like two-three slight scratches smudged together. Yes, that bad. I tried rubbing it out but then I realised that I'm an asshole.

Going back to the walk scene where I was all happy. So, my dad doesn't put up the handbrake for some reason, and yesterday I was like why don't you do that. He's like I leave that part for you. Which is true, 'cause since a week whenever I'm around, I do that, if not Allah maalik ha. Then he's like, someday we'll go out of the city for a bit and you drive that 4x4 I was like woaah! o_O He's like, 'And feel the power!' I was like woaah! Now before you say anything, I'm 17 and learned driving when I was 16. Pakistan traffic freaked me out, here its worse though, but I drive good acha!

Blog to be continued after dad finishes work with the laptop.

Martin Parker

That's my new iPhone wallpaper.
Don't steal it.

Sarah, thand me beth gayi ho. Bas kero.

This black dude is very very mannerless. He shoved a gun from under his bed and then when his grandma tried to stop him. He pushed her and locked her out of the house. Apparently, they lived in an apartment so she's banging the door in the building.

Now these police dudes with that Kofi-Annaan looking guy are very weird. They're police dudes but the dress up like full-time G niggers with all those blingblings and just a police vest on top. Like that's no way to dress up like a police dude. Ask me. I'm 17 and I know more than the director/costume-in-charge dude. [I don't know the right spellings of KofiAnaan and I won't google it either. And the dude comes in like um, so many movies so yeah.]

The Kofi-Annaan dude's going into the apartment where the black-mannerless dude was. Apparently his name was Drama. Yes, you heard that right. WAS. He shot himself. In the head, left side. And its all over the national tv. THIS IS SUCH A CRAP MOVIE.

I don't like these movies I swear, they're pretty racist themselves these black dudes, I've never seen white people with main character in their movies. And they say colour don't matter. Like those Big Mama In The House movies, none has any white dudes. Except that friend he always ditches like that no way dude.

Now, Drama's buddies are crying and kissing him good bye. MAN. This dude has huge nostrils. >_> MAN. THEY ALL HAVE HUGE NOSTRILS. o_O

Yes so I have an exam tomorrow technically. And here I am doing this. This is, nothing. Oh dude! They were in the church right, so this dude was hitting on Drama's mum/sister/girlfriend/some girl and she slapped him right on the face. To the dude, dude, something called timing you know?

Now, best part of staying up. TV. Unless you have shitty channels like all those StarPlus fucks. And food. Yes, food. Even when you're shit hungry you get food to eat and nobody but the inner-you'll-get-fat stops you.

My friends describe my face as Vanilla Snickers. You heard that right. Vanilla 'cause vanilla and snickers 'cause I got them bumps on my face. Layman's language acne. I swear its so bad. =/ Like really bad. From far they're freckles. =/ Kareeb ao tau pata challay. *Hmph*

Okay. Its 2:10 AM and aylo, mama just came.

*dead*

Also, I'm racist.

Drop It Like Its Hawwt! Hoo!

I don't like my blog no more for some very odd reason.

I went out with my dad today for a walk around the PSU. Fucking cool place, I tell you.
Top that, it was frigging cold and nice shice. So I grabbed my dad's sweater, wore my mum's abaya and off out with my dad in my kaali gaddi. (H) An E66 in this pocket, an iPhone in the other and a cinnamon roll in the hand. Aye haye haye.
I've never loved the sun this much ever. School was frikking cold. Cuddling up and teeth tattering. Chattering. I know. Kattering too. Okay too much.

Now now, I have a biology exam parsoo and I've studied half for it. I had the worst Chemistry exam ever because well, I studied too much and well, it just had to be done. But I'm not sad but I'm worried about what my dad'll do when ahem he sees the grades of the exams, and ahem the grades of like everything because well, never showed the reports to them and ahem, I never signed it myself too but well. Well. You know!

And. What else. Hm, I should start Biology and I feel like watching HIMYM. <3>

I'm sleepy.

My battery's dying. Like the laptop's battery. i guess my battery too. 'Cause technically my battery's the brain and it is dying every second of life. Oh see. There goes another milli/micro/nano/mano/fano/peta %. See, look at me. I'm sleepy.
And I've done what today. Practically nothing. Since when do I tell you what's on my mind, hm Mr. Blogger? I don't liike you, okay. *hmph* I don't.
Oh oh andddd now I have like 13 spots. I think I told that before. Jeez. What's up Sarah. -_-

P.S. If you're someone who can't take swear words, any cusses, or whatsoever. You may kindly piss off from here 'cause I'm... sleepy *falls asleep on dying laptop*

Nah man, joking woking. =p I do not swear. *hm* Aylo. Stop giving that look.
Nosheen! I sound like you! Influ-ence bbbbb.. baby? o_O

Sarah, dafa ho ja kay aur so jao.

I clearly have no life at all.

Great. I'm dancing. I look at the bulb above my head and I spin in my flare.
Lalalllalalala. And now you're gone. And loooook.
I'm dizzy. I'm so dizzy. I don't want to sleep. Don't want to study. Exams in 2 days.
I want to sleep through everything. And wake up. But I'll still be the same.
Oh. Emoness. Fuck off please.

Let me lay down besides youuuuuu. Let me always be with youuuuuu.
Whaaaat! I was talking about.. my, lungs! *hmph*

Sheepy sleepy meeh.

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

Shut up, stop laughing. Yes, I know. Just out of the blue. But too bad.

I can't help it and you can think of it as a good song.

Oh, shhh. Indulge yourself in something else now.

Oh Lord. Screw the happy face now. >_>
So, I just heard a podcast by my two beauties @DoubleyDee and @SheenaMalik. I know I never call them beauties and all that, I'm the last person who'd be saying good stuff about you until of course something really big happens and then I'll mean everything I said. Oh, so. I'm having a bad day. I've been having a bad month. Some of you may know why, most of you don't. And majority never care. I like you, majority.

HOW I WISH I HAD A ROOM TO MYSELF! OHMYFUCKINGDUDE!
Why is it that when I'm really really really pissed, I fucking laugh after 3 seconds. Even less than that. Grow up Sarah. -_-

Ohhhhkay. #nowplaying- Believe In Me- ATB.
Great. I really hate life now. -_____________-

Lets Be Sad!

So lets cut out all the colourful crap and stop being such RainbowMonkeys [Oh, I miss Kids Next Door man!]. And there's no point of expressing yourself [express -_-] with such weirdly techno-ized subtypes. -_- [That doesn't even make sense, Sarah!]

If I had sideburns. Ah, wah wah. That way this ridiculous acne would've been gone for a bit but then using an aftershave would suck. Oh, the smell is dreamy though! *dreams*

Its all dusty once again, I can hear the sandstorm. And it feels dusty. But I don't care. Having the window open is the best thing to fix your life. I love the air and the sky and everything outside. Even the moving of cars-so-fast-zhooooom.

So I *closes window =/* have these weird spots on my right hand, yeah. Like only there. First they were like 7. Then 9. Then, 11 and then 13. Odd numbers, yea, not fancy, I know. And two right on my neck and you can see them so clearly. They come in all different shapes and sizes too! [You have to study Sarah!]

Oh, the sandstorm is quite noisy I must say. And um, what else were I to do. I'm taking over my brother's account- which I made. [H] Do I rock or whaa't? [I know, I know, seats once again please.]

Hm, finish topic 7 Sarah Malik, before I shoot you. And I'm serious look! Oh and!


Yo mama so fat when she has wants someone to shake her hand, she has to give directions! BAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAH!

I think I'm nose-bleeding. =/ Too much coke Sarah. -_-

Someone tell me what's this friendfeed.com?

I'm tired.
Really tired.
Of everything.
How easy is it, to go back to how you were? To be how you were?
Do what you did? Is it easy? Tell me it is? Or do I just need time?

I guess, everything flows.

I'll flow.

London Underground

You really are my ecstasy.