Saturday, October 31, 2009
La La Ramblings.
Detest.
Social.
Psychology.
From.
The.
CORE.
Absolute.
CORE.
Of.
My.
Heart.
DETEST IT.
So anyway, Imma make crunchy chocolate almond cookies today =D
Friday, October 30, 2009
Strange: 30-10-09
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
Khana.
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
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Scared Was What I Was.
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Yours.
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.
I am SO happy.
=D
19-10-09
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.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
13-10-09
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Painful Times.
...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.
... And also that most of the patients are from my my university's Department of Psychology. Guess which department's mine. Heh. Joy.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Talking About Mahreen Ali Kasana a.k.a Een The Chikni.
You deserve this published everywhere.
<3