Just another boring post

Ok, so I don't know if people do it too or not, but it's weird that I choose a topic for my post after I am done writing. 'Cos the truth is when I begin writing, I don't know where would it take me. I just begin and connect thought to thought to thought.

Anyway, I am not as bored these days as I mentioned in my previous post. My cousin is visiting after almost 7 years from Canada and we are having awful fun together. Like awful fun. We visit places and we talk and play cards. I mean, it has been seven years. When I was on my way to the airport I didn't even know what would I say to her or what would we talk about. I mean when she visited last time I was just in fifth grade and things were way different. Now I am more mature and understanding (probably) so it's more fun. I didn't know what she liked or disliked or would she like me or not but things turned out fine. Better than fine, I would say!

She is really quiet but my brothers and I make it easy for her, we talk all the time, crack jokes and stuff and now she is opening up too. My brothers, they are so awesome. I am happy she is here :)

Other than that, yesterday I had a get together with few of my friends. And it was far better than the last one I posted about. I wanted my cousin to meet up with them so we planned this and it went great. I had fun.

I would also like to write about this friend of mine, a great friend of mine, who has this fairy tale thing going on for her and I am sooo happy for her, I can't describe it in words. I mean, I hope things just go exactly the way she wants them too. I am just soo happy, when she called me up, I was literally screaming on the phone. I am a sucker for happy endings. Especially the ones which have a handsome prince involved ;) If you know what I mean.

And I know how all of this sounds all so disconnected but this is all I have to write about. Without high school, my blog has been drained of juicy stuff. From now on, I'll just choose a random topic and write about that. I really hate boring my readers. Really!

Anyway, that's all

Tata

Boredom, rain and me

I am so bored these days. I mean, seriously, my humongous thinking space is empty. I have nothing to think about. I teach two kids in the morning as a part of my summer job. I am done with it by two, after that I am free. I have nothing to do. I read a book, lie around here and there, flip the channels around on TV, figure nothing is on and then end up on the internet.

My friends have disappeared. They are busy doing stuff. My cousins visit but not often. In the end I am left with too many spare hours to myself and I have nothing to do. Blogging is a help and I work out a bit, out of the fear of obesity . But still, I want to do something really exciting, like extreme fun. I feel like sky-diving or scuba diving, or bungee jumping. I feel like going on a desert safari or African safari! I feel like being WILD!

Anyway, none of the above mentioned things are happening and the nearest to fun thing for now is a crazy hang-out with my old friends, a girl hang-out. I would love to have that, but people are so busy. It seems as if I am the only person on this friggin' planet who has absolutely nothing to do! Nothing!

A recent event in my life has made me utterly grateful towards, God Almighty, who has made me the master of such an invulnerable faith. I don't question, abhor or deny the rule of God. I accept it the way it is. And I am thankful to God, for making me that way. My faith has got me through so much. It's the least I can do.

Other than that, it rained a few days back, here in Karachi. A sea storm was expected but it didn't really touch the shores of Karachi. But we had rain and an awesome weather for one whole day. That is huge, 'cos in Karachi, the scorching heat usually prevails, licking away every trace of dryness from the air. It is really humid. But the nights are much cooler and poetic. The sky is clear just small clouds making those endless journeys. The moon and stars appear and disappear, as if playing hide and seek. In our residential area, silence is rarely disturbed by a smooth car engine and rhythmic rustle of the leaves. When I am in the terrace, I don't feel like going indoors anymore.

So, during that rainy day a beautiful rainbow was spotted across the sky, I didn't get a picture of that but what I did get a picture of were the beautiful layers of colours that embraced the sky right below the heavy blanket of the clouds at dusk. I climbed the roof and got this shot. It was heart-stopping!

P.S: One of my friends has just started blogging. She would love it if you dropped by: mahamthepathway.blogspot.com

Have a nice day everyone

Tata :)

What sucks the most

Okay so after almost a month I hung out with my friends today at a mall, and may I mention something... I didn't like it one bit. Yeah, you read it right, one bit! All the time I felt as if I had missed out on stuff. Half of the things people were talking about I was not able to decipher and the other half which made a little sense just seemed disconnected. Everyone was busy doing their stuff. Two of my friends had their heads lost in texting, I don't know what was going on with them but seriously, they were receiving texts and then passing sheepish smiles to each other. And you know, those scenes in movies where there is this one person who just seems out of place, that person whose eyes are moving like a pendulum between the two main characters; that is what I was like. Seriosuly everything just made no friggin' sense!

And then two other friends of mine arrived: perverts in making. And like one of them is such a...freak! I mean he was chasing girls and everything. At least that is what I deciphered after seeing him mutter stuff to his other guy friends and pointing girls on the next floor! That was all just too eerie. It seemed sick. He was was darting in and out of jewelery stores announcing that he has found the perfect ring! Really could it get weirder than that! :/

Then when I had actually had enough, I called up my brother to come and pick me up. My brother is so sane. I wrote it once in my english journal, while writing an essay, that my brother is a picture of how guys should be. And the moment I caught a glimpse of this teenage boy in a football jersey making his way through the door, I got up said my half hearted good bye weaved my fingers through his and started scurrying towards the door.

The minute I entered my home my mom conjectured that the whole thing went 'just fine'. Her instincts. Then I called up my friend who had dropped out of the scene to tell her that she should have no regrets! She was laughing her ass off. Huh, my 'bitches'. Can't hate 'em, can't ignore them.

Well, I am happy to inform that I have finally found a summer job. I am teaching my friends younger brother the art of creative writing, though I do doubt the fact that I have attained possession of it. But what the heck, I do like the idea of teaching. I am also helping a kid in the neighborhood for free. Her parents can't afford proper tutoring so I offered. It feels nice to help people.

Well, now that I have yarned out all that was building inside me I think I should conclude this post with a:

Tata! :)

Done with exams...

So I am pleased to inform you that finally I am over with my exams and now I am as idle as a cloud. I seriously have nothing to do, I just move around aimlessly. I have absolutely nothing to do! Like nothing. I feel lazy. So anyway, I decided to update my blog, it has been so long.

Let's begin from that crap those bloody racists came up with lately: 'The draw prophet day' I mean are their bloody minds out of place. Have they no sense that provoking muslim sensations seems like such a worldly pleasure but any of their efforts can't effect even in the tinest measure the stature Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) holds. Prophet Muhammad brought revolution in this world. He taught humans things they never knew. Every human being on this freakin' planet owes to the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). And even if you don't believe in the Prophet, every human being has a responsibility to respect other's religion, their virtues, their rituals.

Muslims who don't respect other religions aren't true muslims in fact, it's inhumanity. Being a muslim, I don't mind saying that. Bloody racists, if only you could understand the circle of life. The way things work, you do something to someone and then that something returns to you someday. Just like Paulo Cohelo puts it: everything is connected to other. I pray to God, that he directs all of them to the correct path and humanity.

Now that I have got these words, trapped inside me for so long, out; I believe I can proceed with the usual babble of mine. To beigin with my papers went awesome, MashAllah. I am so happy. I am seriously expecting a very good percentage, InshAllah. The chemistry paper was difficult but it went awesome for me, considering I am good at Chemistry. The only papers I have my prayers concentrated on is Urdu (the national language) gosh the paper was to darn difficult. I didn't even know the meanings of so many words and...worst of all I wrote a very stupid essay. I mean seriously after the paper I was all like: 'What was that!?!' Anyway, I hope I get fairly good marks in it. (Please God!)

Other than that I have so much planned for the vacations. I am thinking of summer job 'cos I seriouly gotta earn some bucks. I desperately need a new computer, like pronto! And I so want a new pair of Chales & Kieth shoes. And my mom won't get me those, cos I already have a closet full of shoes but what can I do. I am a shopaholic in making. I just have to have the best of the best, the trendiest of the trendiest! And I have my eyes on so many other things, my insides are longing for a major shopping trip! UGH!

Other than that I am learning piano these days. Well, just taking online lessons which brings me to this another thing I so gotta have: an accoustic guitar. I am simply craving a guitar. I want it so bad. For that I'll need money, and here you go, another reason I am desperate for a summer job.

Anyway, I have been reading this book about Afghanistan these days: 'The wasted vigil' by Nadeem Aslam and it is so disturbing. You know, it's crazy 'cos at some points I feel so isolated. I mean I just know who is wrong who is right. How did all of us end up in such a mess! Such a mess!

Last night I was talking to my younger brother, and he was complaining about how strict mom and dad can be at sometimes. He is going through that phase in his teenage where parents always seem wrong. I rationalized stuff for him. Things his prim perspectives won't catch right now but he'll get them later. I trust my mom and dad a lot, the way they brought me up. I am proud of it. And I want my brothers to be proud of it too.

Well, that's all. I hope I'll write again soon.
Tata!

Lazy, smug me and the party! :D

Okay, so I really don't know why I don't blog anymore! Maybe it's just mere laziness or the fact that I have a very low number of readers. But seriously every time, Mr. Anonymous's e-mail pops in my inbox, it is successful in triggering enough determination to make me write a post! I wish I had more readers though, the way I used to have before :(.

Anyway, I just came back from an awesome party which I threw for my friends at Pizza Hut. What was the party for? Well, it was certainly not for my pre-boards exams 'cos seriously my result just wasn't worth it! Ha Ha. What actually deserved a celebration was the fact that I am one of the fifty students all around Pakistan who cleared the National Chemistry Contest and are now going to be sponsored for a free training in that subject. How is that! :D

Well, chemistry has always been my subject. I have always been a scorer in that area. Now my finals are starting form 11 th May and I seriously need to get started with the revision. Like seriously!

Other than that, I feel important to mention that I so lorve my friends. All millions of them. Everyone is just so special, I don't believe I have so many nice ones. Okay, so I don't have like this one person I am totally intimate with, I have loads. I don't shy away from talking to people and sharing my thoughts and feelings with them. I believe I have so many dimensions to my personality that just one person is not enough to understand me. I share different dimensions with different people. And that makes life a whole lot easier. I don't have hard core secrets I might shy away from telling. So with me, it's not all that complicated. Secondly, I am the kind who can easily get along with all sorts of people. I don't hold grudges for a very long time (in very rare cases I do). I easily forgive and put stuff behind me. It's hard not to like me, once you get to know me. And seriously I am not being complacent! :P

My mind is bobbling with ideas of writings these days. Stories and poems and scripts I want to write them down but I don't know where my time flies. I don't study, I don't do anything productive. I guess all I do is lie around watching TV or social networking :P (you know my friends!). Khair, There is this new Miley Cyrus song I am crazy about these days. It's 'When I look at you' from the movie 'The last song'. By the way, Liem Hesworth is so hot. I can prove it, 'cos this time my cousin is with me, who usually never supports my guy-choices!

Anyway, I am sleepy and tired. I have to go to school tomorrow. Please pray that I get to studying soon or else..

Tata! :)

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I know that I haven't posted for like ages and probably most of you have already forgotten this girl, who babbles a lot and over thinks and gets disappointed over the tiniest of the things and then works her way out.

Well, jog your memories, people, 'cos seriously I am an unforgettable kinda person. I mean, somewhere in the corner of your mind, you'll always find me jumping around. Hehe! Oh gosh, it has been such a long time since I last wrote that I don't know where to begin from. Umm... Well.. Let's begin from school.

Okay, so my pre-boards are about to start. Pre-boards are the exams we have before our finals. They are like preparatory tests. My syllabus is far from being under control. Whenever I open the books, things just jump onto me, making there presence felt, screaming that they have to covered. Those screams terrify me!

I just waste a lot of time, mostly 'cos I watch a lot of T.V. In fact I snort T.V like a drug. It is so difficult to get me away from it, once I switch it on. It's almost the same with me and social networking, social networks have super-glue powers.

Apart from that my junior year is finally about to end. Thing are just making a peaceful finish, just like in those Disney fairy-tale movies when the princess finally gets together with the prince and the the words 'The End' appear in glitter.

When I look back at my year, I realize that I learned so much in junior year. I see myself as such a mature and responsible adult now, which I certainly was not when I made my way in to junior year. I have improved, I know how to handle situations, how to deal with different sorts of people, how to have fun and let go of things. I learned how to stand by my decisions, how to accept things the way they are. I feel satisfied with whoever I am and whatever Allah gave me. Cos I know, I am far better than a lot of others and no wonder, to Allah I shall always remain thankful.

I have had hard times and disappointments and turn downs; but on the contrary some really good moments came my way as well. Some hysterical ones too, I should admit, but all in all a perfect mixture that taught me all the valuable lessons one could learn in her junior year.

I have finally found a group of real nice friends and we have awful fun time together. We make fun of each other and laugh wildly at stuff. Things have finally fallen into places. There still are people who create problems, but then again, I can't make the whole freakin' world work the way I want it to. Some things should let be.

Moving from high school, today I was really missing my sophomore year and my friends in that school. I have mentioned before that after sophomore, I switched schools. I was kinda missing the chill kinda person I used to be there. Everybody's favorite, loved and cared for. In junior year, things are harsh, but life doesn't always give you lemons; sometimes you gonna deal with hazelnuts. (I really don't know why I wrote that, but it makes sense somewhere in my head!! :P)

Mr.Anonymous, I feel delighted that you actually like my blog so much that you mailed me to make me write a post. Well, here you go, a very not-so-entertaining or juicy-gossipy kinda post, but a post all the same.

I am so sorry, that I don't blog often and don't return reader's comments. Nevertheless, I am gratified that you consider my blog worthy enough to stop by and read my bakwaas (the Urdu word for 'useless babble')

Till, I-don't-know-when, bye! :)

Making things work...

The last time I made a post I was feeling awfully glum and gloomy. I felt confused, defeated and lost. Things in school can be really harsh at times and you just stand there and stare as things take over you. People make journeys from zeros to heroes, from nobodies to somebodies, while you are just invisible. A nobody. A mere shadow, nothing else.

Well, to my joy, I have taken control over such feelings. I have shut them up in the less-cared-of corner of my mind. So what, if I am a nobody in high school. So what, if the hot guys don't notice me. So what, if all the popular and pretty girls underestimate me. So what, if I am a pathetic loser?

I took some time and sorted out a lot of stuff. I thought over stuff, I learned to accept some harsh realities. Life really isn't as complicated as we make it. Allah has gifted us with a life which can be as simple and uncomplicated as anything, but we choose to make it difficult and incomprehensible. We choose to tie knots and cry over them. (Seriously I do that a lot!)

The problem is that I can't help it. I am this really over sensitive person, who thinks a lot. A LOT. Things are so over thought inside my head that it gets absolutely impossible to digest them the way they are. I turn a small knot into this one big knot.

So, anyway, with a huge help from my mom, my dad, my cousin Ash, my friends at school -I just love them- my blog readers: Galikea, Amy, 'fly in the web', and Ayak , I am finally almost over the sad stuff; for now. I never know when events might force me into transferring the sad thoughts back into obsessed part of my mind. But for now, I am as happy as birds in spring. I am chirpy! :)

So in the past few days, I figured some really important things, which got me back up again.

Here they are:

1, Those who believe in themselves the least, have the most to offer. -Kyle, from Kyle XY said this, and it just got me!-

2, Life is an occasion, rise to it. -from some movie-

3, Life is a monotony, unless you have lived as a loser once. That is what, being an All-Pakistani girls is all about. She goes through everything. And losing is a part of it. So I am happy that Allah has given me this chance to lose, so I rejoice to a greater extent when victory comes my way again. -I figured this out on my own-

4, People who matter, love me, unconditionally.

5, Allah has given me more than I can ask for.

6, I have been a great achiever in my past. I have been the editor of the school magazine. A paid writer in a newspaper. A position-holder in examinations. So what, if others take me as a loser, I have been bestowed with wonderful things to be proud of.

7, I have my life in front of me. Many opportunities and people, who'll always support me through thick and thin.

8, In this world, people are going through worse situations than I go through. Hunger and poverty. I think, it's selfish for me to grieve over my little, meaningless sorrows and ignore what others go through.

After all this, I don't think it's fair to remain glum and gloomy. Being happy is vital, I have big aims and big goals. If I go weak, I might not be able to make the journeys that lie ahead. So with many knots untied, I continue with my life, happy, satisfied and gratified. After all, this life is too short to cry over stuff, all the time!

Thanks for visiting my blog, even though I don't gt time to return your comments. I am awfully sorry about that.