9/26/2011.

I used to be an obsessive collector. I had collections of pens, pencils, erasers, sharpeners, stamps, stickers, make up, jewelery, colored papers, etc. etc.

There were a lot of etcs'. =P

I guarded all of that JEALOUSLY. The craziest part was I never used any of that. I just collected and stored. My younger brothers and sister weren't allowed near the stuff. They could only look and touch. Then when the new school year would start, every day they'd come up to me and look at me with their big, innocent cow eyes and ...

Sid: Please wo pencil de do?

Me: NO.

Sid: PLEASE?

Me: NO! Apni rakha karo.

Sid: But yours are prettier *lays on the cow-eyed look*

I grab my stuff and hide it.

I was a mean, mean sister back then. Lol. Now I've given most of stuff away and barely have anything left. But even so, every time I go to a stationary or art shop, my sister has to practically drag me away. I'm prepared to spend all my money there, no matter that I'll never use the stuff. Or that I'm practically 23. Nope.

So I give all my money to my sister. Who is younger. Ah, well.

Blow.

I wasted away my morning desperately searching for an Android touchscreen phone with a decent camera. Found nil because my price range is about 10 - 15k.

Yes, I'm ghareeb when it comes to buying my own phone because my dad expects us to pay ourselves for these 'frivolities'. See, to him a mobile is a communication device. For me, its camera, music, games, texts, calls, themes, wallpapers, etc.

That leads me to conclude that I will not be buying a new phone and shall be stuck with the bemaar one that I have. Which is near death.

=(

I Could Live Here. With My Laptop.

15 Sep 11.

If I could bite the ants back I would. I don't care about your 'ewwws'. I AM SO SICK of my swollen, itchy feet. Ants bite me A LOT. Mosquitoes too. And it itches. Everywhere.

*scratch* 

Enh.

I complain too much =/

12. Sep. 11.

I've been off from university since August 17th. I went a couple days but just for an hour or so, the report submissions and blah. But technically, I have a month long holiday till September 20th.

Guess what.

I don't wanna go back.

I don't miss university. I don't miss my classes or the cafe or the grounds or my teachers and if I want to meet my friends, I can just go over to their places. There is nothing that I'm looking forward to. Not even the new semester. I honestly don't know if I can repeat last year all over again. I have mini panic attacks whenever I think of having the same insane schedule and non-stop work. After this long a break, I seriously have no clue how I'll manage. I know I'll get through Inshallah, that's not what I'm worried about. But if getting through means being exhausted and crazy and bipolar and short tempered and panicked (x1000)... Really? I don't want that.

Post Eid.

May I just say best Eid ever. Best vacation ever.

EVERYONE should go to Kalabagh. And the place near Murree, I can't ever remember the name.

Its so beautiful. I don't have words to describe it. I'll post pictures soon, if I stop being lazy and actually try to upload them. The new header is one of the pictures.

I could live there forever if they had good food. And if I had my laptop with me.