tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57225067945771805772024-03-05T13:39:06.845-08:00An Ordinary Girl. A girl, no matter how many times she denies it, she will always remember every detail, every moment, every piece of the memories you've left her. No matter how much she tries to forget, it will always be there.Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-17863037922728377832013-04-14T11:20:00.001-07:002013-04-14T11:20:39.309-07:00So excited! From the lack of comments on my posts, I have deduced that my absence has stimulated the loss of all those who bothered even slightly to read the first line of my post, yet were generous enough to still leave a comment ( which I have always cherished ).<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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Oh well, anyway. <br />
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So I have to attend a carnival at my school tomorrow and I have yet to decide what to wear. All my girlfriends are like texting me and asking the same question, the million-dollar question: WHAT TO WEAR?!<br />
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The dress dilemma.<br />
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I cannot think of any girl who has not fallen into it yet. Each one of has to encounter it atleast once in a lifetime. Actually, it is somewhat amusing you know? I have a wardrobe brimming with dresses, Mashallah, and yet I cant precisely decide on one -.- My parents are like so, so fed up of me. I drag them to take me shopping to get me a new outfit for every single event at my school, but now they downright refuse, and try to talk me into wearing my old ones which I havn`t worn at my new school yet. Reasonable, yes, but I just can`t choose from them and so that means that I should just get a new dress and there would be no more thinking, problem solved!<br />
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I have only just washed my hair and applied henna on my hands,did my nails and now I am thinking of grabbing some sleep since I have to wake up at 6 to get ready. The carnival starts at 9 but I`m gonna be at my BFF`s till then and we`ll get ready together, have some girl time together and then make off to school.<br />
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I am totally psyched about tomorrow, despite a new zit on my face. But well, who cares? Nothing some make-up can`t fix.<br />
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I might post the carnival pics up here so you can stay tuned if you want, ciao! :)<br />
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xox<br />
<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-78356323884444246062013-04-09T12:09:00.001-07:002013-04-09T12:09:24.073-07:00An Ordinary post. I was lying on my bed this afternoon, trying to sleep, when I came across a serious realization. As if an entire pail of cold water has been poured right on me. It was harsh, yet I would not, I cannot, deny that it is the bitter truth I have been trying so hard to avoid.<br />
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The truth about my real self.<br />
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I realized how ordinary each one of us is. <br />
You. Her. Me.<br />
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I have been under an illusion for so long... Since it is a personal matter, I would not specify the exact point, but the gist being this that one does not remain the same forever. Human beings tend to experience change. Evolution. I do not entirely understand the exact degree or nature of this word but I do know that it has something to do with change, alteration.<br />
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What I intend to make clear is that not everyone of us gets to keep either their family, or wealth, or beauty, or all of them, forever. <br />
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Sigh. I really cannot comprehend what I am blabbing right now, so I`ll just end it here. Discover who you really are. At the right time. Do not consider yourself superior than those around you, 'cause geez really, what IS there to be proud of? We are all the same. Mere, Ordinary beings with just different ambitions.<br />
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So thereby I present you my blog`s new outlook.<br />
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From 'The realm of a glamorous nerd', it changes to 'An Ordinary girl.' Because this is the real me. I am not glamorous. It was just something I WISHED to be when I was immature ( since I was passing through that star-struck phase ) Infact, I do not want to be glamorous anymore. I love being the simple me. I am what they call stylish, but not glamorous no. But I do not care a whit. I have the most amazing bunch of people in my life who love me for me. Even on days when I have huge zit-eruptions. They love me even when I have messed up big time.<br />
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What more can one wish for? :)<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-72073960670381442462013-04-05T00:03:00.000-07:002013-04-05T00:06:50.435-07:00Wild for Wilde!I am in a major rush right now, dropped by only to say hi! :D<br />
I was just roaming about to find some useful stuff for my literature exam tomorrow on Oscar Wilde`s 'An Ideal Husband', and I came across this certain person`s blog about Oscar Wilde, and since I own a blog myself, I got nostalgic and thus this post.<br />
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I LOVE OSCAR WILDE!!<br />
Yes, he`s sheer awesome <3<br />
Witty, sarcastic and satirical, all simultaneously!<br />
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That person had posted this quote of Oscar Wilde`s, one of his very last ones, 'One of us must go' and it left me teary-eyed. I felt obliged to comment there but thanks to those jerky spam thingies, I could not. And therefore I made up my mind to mention it here instead, in a meager hope that someday perhaps he`ll stumble here on my blog and would read this and would be eternally thankful to me ( for even thinking of commenting on his post,since no one else has.) No,really,I am not making fun of him or anything, it is just this that i am much taken aback at HOW can people resist praising such an attempt? I personally was so touched that it became my inspiration. No kidding.<br />
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So, Oscar Wilde...<br />
Had he been alive today, I am certain we would have been contently married by now, sipping hot chocolate in our garden, with our little kids frolicking about. And I would have gotten Ossy to teach our children as awesome epigrams as their dad comes up with <3<br />
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And that reminds me -.-<br />
I have a literature paper tomorrow!<br />
I know I shouldn`t be squandering my time day-dreaming here, so I beg your pardon for being the impossibly insane loser that I am. But I do ask you to keep your fingers crossed for me for an A again this year in my CIE exam. Puweez? ^_^<br />
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So ciao,I hope to return soon!<br />
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Stay awesome :*<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-40893297010622707102012-11-11T02:32:00.001-08:002012-11-11T02:32:49.457-08:00Apologies! xx Hey there guys... I`ve absolutely got no time to post these days, sorry about that. Totally. But someday (one of these days, I mean :$ ) I`m gonna post a long, long, loooong post to make up for this. I promise. Pinky swear ^_^<br />
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P.S: I did pretty well in that elocution contest but didn`t get the position. Ok,that I already knew. My teacher was really pleased with my performance though. So that pretty much makes up for it, I guess :)<br />
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For the time being, know that I`m having fun... <3<br />
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Catch you guys later! love loads xxAlizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-53560233658723553102012-10-11T11:53:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:53:09.812-07:00In hot soup. Tomorrow is the elocution contest in my new school and I dunno what got into me when I decided to give it a bloody try. And now just LOOK what I`ve gotten myself into!<br />
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Before you disregard my complains and stop reading my post right here, lemme just explain why I`m freaking out so.much. So, it was supposed to go like really, really good, and I KNOW it`s so obsessed of me, but I began assuming myself as the only eloquent participant but it was not until today when three of them came striding down the hallway and approached my literature teacher, who happens to be our guide through all this, their hair all glossy, faces beaming proudly and that`s right when I went like wham! -.- The moment I heard their poems, all complemented by feverish gestures and exaggerated facial expressions, I knew I have to kiss the 1st position goodbye.<br />
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And just before you start thinking that I might be really bad at it, and the other people even worse, except those three of course, lemme just enlighten you that I`m not. I`m pretty good. BUT: we are not going to have a mike and it`s a huge room and since my voice is not-so-loud and my face all expressionless and with me dissolving in a fit of giggles every time I attempt to perform a dramatic gesticulation.<br />
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Thus, I`m now an absolute nervous wreck and the most pathetic thing about it is that it ain`t even a worthy reason to freak out at. I know. Count on moi to make a mountain out of a mole any day -.-<br />
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So I totally hope things go well tomorrow, wish me luck! (:Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-24292203722971404242012-10-07T07:32:00.003-07:002012-10-07T07:34:13.920-07:00Back on track,oh yeah! ;) Eeeee! I`m back!!! :D<br />
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Sounds much cliché-d already, eh? I love clichés. And ' I`m so glad to be back here again' is just one of the many :$ I`m SO sorry about my disappearance for so long. I checked out my activity graph and it had this steep negative slope, almost non-existent -.-<br />
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I got kidnapped.<br />
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Yes :| <br />
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And it was so bloody scary. But then a bunch of some totally hot hunks saved my life and now I`m most obliged to them for the rest of my remaining life.. The most charming of them kneeled down and with my slender palm held in his protective hand, he proposed me. Like totally. Right there in front of this whole wide world. And it was raining... and since I was chilled to my bones and was literally shivering ( from excitement/cold/lack of nutrition in my body ) he took off his mackintosh and draped it around my slumped shoulders.. Everyone around gasped in sheer envy, as the tears of ecstasy rolled down my eyes and mixed carelessly with the tiny rain droplets on my beautiful face. Despite a sore throat from continuous yelling for help, I contrived a yes. Joyous, he swept me off my feet and there I was, being twirled in the sky by my future, beloved husband... It was almost like that novel Kidnapped by R.L.Stevenson cum Cinderella`s tale.<br />
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Okay, okay, I`m only kidding. I am so totally bored at the moment and so I`m making things up. Ignore me.<br />
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So, I`m positive that most of my readers must`ve long ago stopped keeping track of my posts ( since I havn`t posted anything in like 2 whole weeks) But I`m sure they`d be more than willing to do so again when they hear the tragic tale of my disappearance *weeps mutely*<br />
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*Waiting patiently for another far-fetched story to hit me*<br />
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Okay, I`ve got none.<br />
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So here`s the simple, boring truth: My PC broke down.<br />
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You see, staying away from all you guys, not updating my Facebook status and remaining oblivious to the happenings of the social site are severe punishments for me enough. So I`m damn sure, the kind-hearted folks you are, that you`ll let me get away with it <strike>for the last time</strike> yet again, and continue to visit my blog on regular basis to stay updated on the mash-ups of my messed-up life.<br />
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P.S: My new school is absolutely rocking <3<br />
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Toodles, you Awesome Pawsome people, I love you! :)<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-85736100257490325272012-09-09T12:10:00.002-07:002012-09-09T12:28:19.108-07:00It never rains but pours! :D<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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"Save a boyfriend for rainy days - and another, in case it doesn`t rain."<br />
Mae West.<br />
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I read the above quote on Jewel`s blog and absolutely fell for it. It`s so bloody hilarious, in such a serious manner, haha. <br />
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So, since I started this post with a rain quote, it is entirely going to be about how I enjoyed my last few days when it has been raining so heavily. Even though I couldn`t grab a hearty shower under the divine pour, just a few drops when it drizzled occasionally, I enjoyed the rain sitting well-dried under the shelter nevertheless. And all that time I suppressed the constant urge to drag myself under the roofless sky and shriek and jump my heart out feverishly, but since I hate the post- rain wetness so much, I contrived to remain glued to my spot, and watched the scenic rain while enjoying a steaming mug of Chocolate-y milk.<br />
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I had been gathering up some important notes from my O`level books when I found myself distracted by the clear,blue sky ( Not to mention: the constant rantings from my mum to come down and also bring down all the clothes that had been left upstairs to dry before it starts raining. :P )<br />
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The Photography lover I am, I grabbed my cellphone and hastily shot some clicks of the sky, wondering what if it rained that very instant, leaving me ( and to my horror, my new cellphone ) all wet and destroyed?<br />
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Soon the blue sky evolved itself into a dark shade, announcing the imminent rain! Oh the joy! <3<br />
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And sure enough, within a brief span of only five minutes, the clouds thundered joyfully and the kids in the lane screamed with ecstasy. Much to everyone`s joy, it was raining!!! :D <br />
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Really, I must say, the Karachites have waited long, long for these rainy days. But as usual, it has been worth waiting for. That day too, when I left for home on my first day of school, there were small streams meandering on the road, faces radiating with happiness, clothes wet and sticky, emphasizing the silhouettes, and beads of water stagnant on people`s faces everywhere I looked! :D<br />
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I thanked God for not wearing that thin City uniform, pleased at the fact that I can get myself as wet as I want <3 But of course, bathing in rain also meant that I had to put my flop bangs at stake and spare them yet another chance to make me look as hideous as possible, but back then, I did not give a shit. Really.<br />
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And the best thing of all, I collected some <i>bilboties</i>! :D I used to collect them when I was a kid, with my friends :P We used to have this competition who collects more and we even had this really lame rhyme prepared up merely for this purpose! Good times.. <3<br />
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Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-11752268856159325022012-09-07T12:57:00.000-07:002012-09-07T13:10:00.659-07:00We are never, EVER getting back together I know I just posted, but I only came back to share this new song by Taylor. I really liked it, and the vid is pretty funny too :D It`s very...um,encouraging and motivating you know? Why remain clinging to jerk guys when you can shut your bedroom doors on their bloody faces and move on with your life and actually live it the way you want?<br />
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P.S: Notice Taylor`s straightened hair O.O I wanted my bangs to turn out like hers, but hers are kinda long from sides of her forehead while mine are all in a level. So,that`s where it went wrong... -.-<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-36198028763923779392012-09-07T12:19:00.003-07:002012-09-07T12:39:45.046-07:00One down, lots more to go. So I came back so soon to write about my first day at my A levels school. It was such an intimidating day, peculiarly gloomy with humidity in the air, the weather all sultry. And when I woke up in the morning to get ready, I realized with a sinking feeling that I wasn`t looking forward to my new school anymore. Since me and my BFF, we were both hell nervous so we decided to go together, for moral support you see. I wore my blue plaid shirt, felt so scantily dressed ( for a very weird reason at that ) <br />
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It started raining cats and dogs the very instant we got dropped in the morning, and got us both terribly wet and we couldn`t even find the right gate! At first I thought we were being ragged and I cursed the students with such a sick sense of humor but later we found out that there really is an other gate that is used by the students. We constantly thanked God for being together at least, I could like never have mustered enough courage to look for the other gate on my own :$ Despite being drenched to bones, I just couldn`t suppress my laughter, because you`ve got to admit, it was so funny! Teehee. <br />
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Everywhere I looked, I saw perfectly gorgeous faces, and that only made me more than aware of my bangs which were in even worse a state than before, dripping and clustered together stuck on my forehead -.- A girl kept staring at me, that lil Ms.Perfect with her long, dry hair huh. I know I look really, really bad in this new, lousy haircut of mine but could just puh-leez give it a rest now? I was much self-conscious already, without her on my case. <br />
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So me and my BFFS? We all got split up. I`m the only BLAian in my class and I made got a lot of friends on my very first day! That`s quite of an achievement, no? Since every other person I met, who wasn`t in the same class as me, was snooty and proud of God-knows-what.<br />
Also, there`s an Edward look-alike in my class ;) Oh well, a way,way better version of Edward actually.He`s got this pale complexion and chiseled cheekbones, and is actually kinda cute and shy. Immune to the charm of girls around him, he silently remained glued to his seat the entire time, and even got ragged without protesting! The seniors made him up, and even robbed him of his money. I felt so sorry for him, the whole time my brain kept screaming ' But that ain`t ragging, it`s sheer bullying!' ...and there`s a senior girl I don`t like, she`s petite and pretty and always has her hair down ( I bet I`d look almost as good as her too if I was allowed to roam about in school with my hair draping lose -.- ANYONE would -.- ) So she wouldn`t stop teasing and flirting with him.<br />
The other shy personality in my class is a shy lil girl, and our fathers have the same name, so that almost makes us sisters. She looked so totally scared of all of us. I intend to befriend her the next time we meet, had I been in her shoes, I surely would have hated being so miserably alone. <br />
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By the time they let us out, it was again raining heavily but this time I cherished it whole-heartedly as I was going back to my home sweet home <3<br />
Everyone went so crazy, the giggling and arms wide open under the naked sky, embracing the cool, rapid droplets! Bliss, I tell you. <br />
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The day altogether wasn`t as bad as I dreaded it would be, but it wasn`t exactly what I was so enthusiastic about. Guess I just had my hopes too high, and that always eventually hurts. More or less.<br />
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Looking forward to post more about my even-though-it-is-kinda-boring-these-days-but-it-does-get-a-lil-too-exciting-at-times life!<br />
Stay hooked, ciao awesome people xox (: Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-54600748070852693792012-09-04T08:11:00.001-07:002012-09-04T08:30:38.984-07:00So much more to good, ol` life :) Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And that`s precisely why I keep disappearing for a considerable time period. To keep you missing me and so that your fondness for me keep multiplying each passing day ^_^<br />
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My school starts <strike>this Monday</strike> tomorrow. I`m so, so accustomed to this lazy, yummy, stress- and study-free life that I just know better not to return to my former hectic routine. Getting up early, hastily donning on the school uniform (good, ol` , dependable uniform... dull maybe, but always there to save the day. Spare me from worrying what to wear to school each day) and have my nose buried in books for all the hours God sends. My mum says 3 months is a looong break and I`m just being my lethargic, old self, had it been her, she would have been virtually dying to attend school again. Surely, she`s only trying to talk me into it, no? Since jut saying and actually doing it are two different things often not done simultaneously.<br />
I was kinda hoping all the girls I didn`t quite like having around me, all those beauty AND the brains of my class from BLA, would just stay back. But no, they decide to stalk me all the way back to City! Just as much as I loved picking on my playground scabs until they bled, I just can`t resist hating them for being them. Even though I admit most of them are pretty sweet,the fact which only worsens my plight, as it only makes me feel guilty about my own, evil self. I totally hope their charm and genius does not over-shadow mine *giggles uncomfortably*<br />
And I hope things work out for me in my next school. It`s actually kind of scary, identical to the way I felt when I started BLA as a first grader. I felt like a misfit, a fish out of water, like a perplexed new-born suddenly brought in this loud, populous,evil world from the serenity and the pleasant isolation of its mother`s womb..<br />
And may things find their own right place to fall in for me.. New school, new people... it`s as if I`ve been granted another chance to represent myself as a better being to this world. Good thing I have my BFFS with me <3 <br />
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This year`s eid has to be my best one thus far- after a long, long time. Eid has long seized to be a major affair for me since the day I grew up. I stopped making a big deal out of it, buying an eidi purse used to be a MUST accessory for me back then, and empty, un-patterned palms left me in a wretched mood. There was just something so incomplete about a bag-less eid with unadorned hands and new clothes. Not anymore though. In fact I ain`t even a henna fan anymore, the very smell of it makes me dizzy. But this year was a different story. I mysteriously felt so enthusiastic about it.. I even applied mehendi on my hands! And was feeling all restless and giddy over collecting as much eidi as I can. Just like childhood days.. I felt like a ten years old again and it was wow.<br />
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Except I couldn`t bag much eidi (less than I did last year :( ) But I had a lot of fun nonetheless.<br />
On my first day, I had to wake up at 7 to help my mum with vermicilles, <i>choley</i> , and <i>biryani </i>stuff. One of the topper task was also to put the house (and myself :P ) into a spick and span state before my papa and chachu arrive after the eid <i>salah. </i>So I spent my entire first eid day texting the Mask, who was in a ditto penniless state as me ( Ah, ze satisfaction at such mutual <i>kanglapan</i> 3:) )<br />
And I visited my lil friend, Ifrah, whom you all know as the <i>Fashionista</i>, the proud owner of the blog,' <i>Confused teenager'. </i>Yeah I know her personally, and she`s a total sweetheart! All cute and so much more capable than me ( she knows how to cook like almost everything you`d like to eat here in Pakistan. True that :| ) <i>Sharam ani chahiye mujhe :P (</i> I should feel ashamed of myself ) She started blogging getting inspired of MY pitiful, lame blog ( even though it may not be much of an inspiration :P ) For an 8th grader, she writes so well! :)<br />
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So we watched cocktail together ( stay hooked to my blog for the next post with my comments about the movie), laughed, ate, talked about clothes (and books.), painted nails and gossiped. All girly stuff particularly ;)<br />
The second day was definitely an improvement over the first one. I visited my apia where my entire paternal family always gathers on special occasions. Played with her suchay-cute baby doll, and nibbled chocolates while texting ( my cell`s screen was all gooey and sticky,yikes.)<br />
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And before they served the dinner, me and my cousins had a crazy time playing dumb charades together, which always turns out to be so hilariously dumb :D After I had stuffed myself with as much food as my stomach could store, but with my heart still unsatisfied, I called it a night.<br />
I spent my third day with the maternals. And as much as I found it the best eid day out of the three, it also was the worst since:<br />
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1. I got my hair cropped into this lousy, lousy hair cut which makes me look like a baby boy when I tie them up.<br />
2. It was my GCSE result the next day ( hahaha, I`m leaving it right here. Fullstop. I`ve already ate your brains a lil too much about that :P )<br />
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So that`s all for now folks, hope to catch you back soon, toodles! xx :) Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-76310177771460385992012-08-23T13:53:00.000-07:002012-08-23T14:19:04.693-07:00Whoop dee doo! :D OMG WORLD I GOT STRAIGHT As!!!!<br />
Oh well, not exactly. I got 4 A* and 2 As but that`s more or less the same thing, no? :D Teehee, I got 100% scholarship! :D<br />
My parents are truly ecstatic. I am too. Today I`ve been on cloud seven, like absolutely.<br />
So, they mailed the result to us at 11. To those who registered actually :P And since I forgot to register until it was too late, I was all giddy.. walking restlessly around, tearing my hair off my scalp, sweat beads trickling down my backbone.. That kind of stuff. My dad was all anxious to know my result too, and together we made a futile attempt to register again, called my school twice, the Principal once, and a lot of my friends, until I eventually gave up trying. The school people told us to collect the result by 4 pm, but then later they started giving it out near 1:30 and by the time me and my friend reached the school, with disheveled hair, the staff was almost ready to take off. We begged them endlessly until they finally considered giving us the result, even though it was past their closing time.<br />
With sweaty palms, I rummaged through the pile looking for my grade sheet, and you won`t believe how I felt when I checked out my grades :') I literally screamed in my friend`s ear, jumping and all (good thing we were the only people in the school then :P )<br />
I felt so excited, ecstatic, wonderful, proud, genius, all in one go! :D<br />
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And now everyone`s going so crazy, they`re all so, SO happy for me, and really it`s totally overwhelming. And today I realized how important family and friends are in one`s life. You can`t really live your moment to its full until you have someone to appreciate you for it :')<br />
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So,that was it. The final talk about my result, I swear I won`t talk about it anymore,ciao! :D<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-68325800941213736532012-08-22T11:53:00.000-07:002012-08-22T12:14:24.326-07:00The Doom`s day is tomorrow. This post is going to be a joy for all those who hates my long, loooong posts. Because this is probably going to be my most brief post thus far :P<br />
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First things first, Eid Mubarak everyone! I hope each one of you succeeded in pooling up some real fortune ;) To tell you the truth, I failed miserably at collecting much <i>eidi </i>this year *sniffs*<br />
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I will definitely post soon again and let you know all about how my eid went, but really, I absolutely HAD to post this one in urgency, so no time for much details right now.<br />
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So, it`s tomorrow.<br />
Hey, now come on, remove that grin off your face, I KNOW you`ve all been really pissed off at me for blabbing constantly about my GCSE result, and I KNOW you`re absolutely ecstatic at the moment, but care to put yourself in my shoes? only THEN you`d know.. Well, so, this that it`s tomorrow and there`s something really, really weird going on in my stomach. Butterflies, maybe. But that`s milder. It`s a really scary rumbling sort of thing, as if I`m ravenous, even though I know I`m not.
Perhaps because I`m such a ball of nerves right now.
And everytime I think of tomorrow, I have an unwelcomed adrenaline rush. Argh, so hating this right now. I`m so freaked out I even got my hair cut into full, front bangs even though all my friends who have even the teensy bit knowledge about fashion warned me not to. And I`ve always known that fringes suit me better! But I just don`t know what got into me when I told my hair dresser that I wanted my beautiful, BEAUTIFUL fringes cropped shorter into bangs -.-<br />
I don`t even want to sleep tonight! Because then tomorrow will arrive quicker.<br />
The Mask said everything that`s gonna happen is probably what`s best for me, since he thinks that everything that ever happens is always great ( really? O.o ) I don`t really believe it, with all kind of bad stuff going on in my life, but I told him that I`ll agree with him when I get really good grades tomorrow ( fair enough :P )<br />
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I`ll definitely come back again to let you all know about my most dreaded grades, ciao for now! (:<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-12365981086592633592012-08-17T12:42:00.001-07:002012-08-17T13:45:56.875-07:00Excitement in the air! :DSo tonight I post again. This is like my third post in just two weeks, I think. So you see? I`m not that big a couch potato anymore. I love you guys, really, and thus I drag myself out from that heavenly soft bed of mine, just to keep you guys updated about my boring, bogus life. Which I know you are not really interested in, but thou are awesome people, so ye read nevertheless.<br />
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Guess what?<br />
I have one new follower! :D<br />
Only a meager addition, if you ask me. But addition, God dammit. After, what, like MONTHS! *punches in the air victoriously*<br />
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Seems only yesterday when I was reading Izdiher`s blog post about Ramadan, and news on the telly were showing people welcoming this holy month whole-heartedly. Much to everyone`s sorrow- and delight- the month of blessings is almost over...Everyone`s devouring themselves with <i>pakoras</i>, <i>aloo choley</i>, <i>dahi badey </i>while they are at it, knowing it would only be after 365 days when they`ll actually eat this stuff again with such religious enthusiasm. <br />
And the prospects of succeeding Eid-ul-fitr, the joys and the exuberance that it accompanies has inspired everyone to spend their every single minute in shopping malls, willingly getting themselves bankrupt, buying more outfits than they can possibly wear in just 3 days, letting the sly sales-people talk them into purchasing outlandish stuff cleverly passing them out as the newest fashion hits.<br />
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I too have been hit by this excitement fever. I shopped till I dropped almost two months ago for my cousins` weddings so my dad`s like all reluctant to buy us more dresses for eid, but since it IS eid afterall, we went on a shopping spree last and I ended up buying more stuff for myself than I was permitted to. Not proper Eid dresses, true, but I bought a grey and red casual dress, which is kinda cool with just a bit of red designing over grey base, and two shirts, lots of hand adornments, since I`ve got my nails grown up long all over again and it would be only a pity if if I don`t embellish my hands to complement the look ( ha-ha,I sound funny, no? No? Oh God, I`m hallucinating -.- I`m actually really, really sleepy right now,y`know? )<br />
And ofcourse, me and my mum bought a lot of make-up. You should have seen all that stuff there. I was in heaven *_* Teehee. Soon we were leaving the shop, bereft of all my mum`s money, our faces radiating sheer satisfaction as I happily clutched the treasure bag to my heart. I quickly managed to take in a long sniff from it and let out a dramatic, blissful sigh ( and consequently earned a funny stare from my mum), as the smell of cosmetics is one of my favourite fragrances in this whole, wide world.<br />
While I dilly-dallied around, checking out some stuff, my mum drooled endlessly over shoes. Despite the fact that we were not supposed to buy more stuff, my mum`s puppy dog looks and the constant squeals of delight that escaped her lips melted my dad`s heart ( That`s just one thing that me and my mum has in common. We both act all girly around shoes.) He even let her buy two pairs of heels, one of which I totally, totally, TOTALLY love myself! They are black, strapped high heels, goes all the way up to five inches above the ankles. They ain`t my size though. And that`s excruciatingly tragic -.- *sulks*<br />
Since my dad let my mum buy more than she was allowed to, I decided to strike the iron while it was still hot and innocently-on-purpose showed my father the red bag on which my heart was absolutely set on.<br />
' No.' Came the uninterested, dull reply.<br />
' What? But you just let mum have all the shoes she wanted!'<br />
' So?'<br />
' So...I was just showing anyway.'<br />
And now I`m so, so jealous. I wish me and my mum were the same size so that we could share that gorgeous pair of heels ( What`s that thing about sharing? That it multiplies love or something? Yeah that. ) Anyway.<br />
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The big day is drawing nearer. With so much happening, all this hustle bustle, eid excitement and everything, yet I can`t get the full out of it all. Just because of my result. Yes, I do understand that you must be dead sick of me blabbing about my result in every single post of mine. But it`s just something you`d have to put up with. I`m an absolute nervous wreck,worried shit about my grades since everyone thinks I`m all brainy ( which I`m not.) and getting loads of As ain`t a big deal for me ( which it absolutely is.) and as I got an High Achiever last year, I might bag another one THIS year ( which is highly unlikely, considering the subjects I appeared for. ) Above all, I don`t want to let anyone down... They expect so, so much from me. Ah. Please, you, reader, spare a moment to pray for me.. I promise to repay you this little act of kindness someday in future. Totally.<br />
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Just when I typing the above, I realized that a bad news came my way today. Not one.. TWO, actually. First, and more significant, we had two consecutive bomb blasts in Karachi today. What, with Ramadan here and everything, how can anyone be so sinister? So heartless? :\<br />
The other news, more intimately related to me than the first one, my Facebook account got hacked. I didn`t really let this idea haunt me, but it had been nagging me for quite some time. Stupid me. I didn`t even realize I was hacked until my newly re-found best guy friend, The Mask, freaked out. He wanted to know my hotmail password, but ehm, could you really blame an innocent, little girl with a memory as short-lived as a goldfish for letting such trivialities slip her mind? Now could you, eh? Specially with so much stuff to remember already :C<br />
But he somehow ( and God knows how, at that :P ) blocked my account. So Yay him! The Mask saved the day!!! *dramatic Power puff girls music in the background*<br />
No, he`s not going to mind being called that. He loves his new name,in fact :P And he`s one of the best guys I`ve ever known ( I`ve known VERY few good guys, mind that :P )<br />
P.S: He`s a great guitarist. Here, take the link: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/xavierrevolt" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/xavierrevolt</a>, do check him out. And hey? SUBSCRIBE! ^__^<br />
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Currently I`ve got my nose buried in this really compelling book called Sophie`s world. And alongside, I`m also giving 'The map of bones' a read. Since both of them require your complete attention, with both intended for a more knowledgeable and thoughtful audience than me, I`m clearly inappropriate for the task. But I`m reading anyway :P Stopped readinng The map of bones a while ago, would read it later, after I`ve finished Sophie`s world. All you bloggers out there interested in Philosophy, that`s the book for you.<br />
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*Sigh* When will I learn to write less? -.- I always forget that certain people might not enjoy reading about my monotonous life as much as I love to blab about it. Accept apologies.<br />
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My pillow looks so welcoming right now,maybe I`d just retire from here, go and cuddle. <br />
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Tcs you all! :)<br />
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When I`ll fall in love with an Angel</div>
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Head over heels..</div>
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And tonight has to be the night</div>
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On which he`ll whisper in my ear</div>
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Those sweet words of love</div>
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That can heal my pain..</div>
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So tonight should be the night</div>
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That I will spend in his arms</div>
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He can be my guilty pleasure..</div>
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Maybe tonight could be the night</div>
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When he`ll sweep me off my feet</div>
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moments will be few.</div>
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<span id="goog_2011943282"><br /></span><span id="goog_2011943283"></span>Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-64246924190283570652012-08-07T00:58:00.001-07:002012-08-07T01:29:28.539-07:00Fifteen years around the sun :)Ta-daaa World, here I am again tonight!<br />
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See this guy? He`s a totally great dude, loves to blab all the time ( Like me :P ), AND he`s one of my best friends ever. And what tops all is the fact that today is his FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY! :D Oh yes, so let`s stop right here and sing our hearts out for him. <br />
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So he wanted my wish to be the most grand of all, since I`m his best friend and everything ^_^ You see this, Bilal? I am typing this only for you. And it`s 12: 51 right now. I`m sure you must already be tucked under your blanky, wandering off in your own, bogus dreams right now :P<br />
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Also, I love to eat his brains when I`m pretending to be a little tipsy. Sorry for that Billay, you may not always find that amusing, eh?<i> Btadia kro jub over hun </i>:P <br />
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I had to rummage through all his photo albums to pick the best ones out, by the way ( I`m sorry Billay if we don`t share the mutual liking for all your pics I`ll be posting up here :( But these are easily the ones I liked the best :) ) P.S: See that text on this pic? He wrote it up there for ME :') Because really, purple does make me go ^_^ Totally. I heart purple.<br />
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This is Bilal again with his best buddy. The name`s Afnan, and he`s a nice guy too. They play football together. Oh yeah, so Bilal really, really likes football.. he`s a die-hard Manchester United fan :D And he loves Rooney ( I don`t really recognize him by face and doesn`t even know his full name. Oh well -.- )<br />
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This is my favorite pic of his <3 I absolutely love the color of his sneaker in this one :P <br />
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And Oh, OH! he`s got a cat! And not just any cat at that. A very, VERY adorable one :D And he loves it to bits.<br />
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It`s called Prince Pinchoo. <br />
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Yes this thing is a real prince with an itsy bitsy crown to its claim ^_^ <br />
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Aww... I lurveee this pic so much <3 <br />
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And this. Its winking! See it? :D<br />
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I think its eyes looks like Damon`s in this one *_* All liquid-ey and deep...and cat-like :P <br />
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Time for a lil sentimental talk now. By the way, before I start, this is the THIRD time I had to come back here to complete this post -.- Too many power failures at my place these days. Mr. Bilal Arif, you better count yourself grateful :P Soo... the big news about Bilal that I`ve been keeping from you all? Time for the big unveiling! * trumpets blowing in the background *<br />
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He`s a blogger now! :D<br />
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A new member in our intimate Blogosphere family so I thought what can be a better birthday present to him then to shout out about him. So, yes, you reader, care to drop by his blog? His only follower happens to be me :( Not that he ain`t good. He`s really good. And above all, he`s hilarious. Very entertaining. Like only a few days back, he diagnosed throat cancer for himself :P :P He had some symptoms and when he hit search on internet, they appeared to be the symptoms for Throat cancer. Everyone was like so damn worried but then he visited the doc and it turned out to be only a mild throat infection -.- :P<br />
So you see? he has this knack of jumping directly to conclusions without giving them much thought. And that`s precisely what I find most amusing about him :D :P<br />
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We`ve only met in March this year, but already he`s become one of my best friends, a brother I never had, and my FM buddy... He`s turned 15 today ( Ha, you`re still two years behind than me :P ) but he does look tall for his age. And today I confess that there were times when I`ve hurt him a lot, but he`s still around anyway. Looking after me as always :)<br />
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Thank you so much for being in my life, BFF. You make it all the more better.<br />
HAPPYYYYYYY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN! HOPE YOU HAVE AN ABSOLUTE BLAST! xox<br />
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I had been clicking on random stuff on Facebook, stalking various people, trying to kill some time and get entertained in the process but no such luck :(<br />
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Today was the second Friday of Ramazan.. and I still can`t believe that soon it would be Eid, and, not to mention, the most dreaded, my IGCSE result. I`m really having an ominous feeling about it, God knows why. Do you think it might be suggesting something? Ahh, God forbid.<br />
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So, when I turned on the knob to grab a quick shower today, I realized that winter is lingering nearby! Even though the water didn`t feel so cold after sometime, but during the first few moments, it really was cold. So make haste, Winter, Lizzie misses you <3<br />
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I`m finally reading Dan Brown`s Angels and Demons these days. Yeah, I know, don`t give me that ' Oh-I-read-it-like-ages-ago!' look, because I`ve been trying to read it for a long time too now but something always came up. Not this time though. I`ve read most of it now,and it`s a wow. Brown is such a bloody genius.<br />
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Hey, are you checking out the weather these days? huh? Ain`t it absolutely gorgeous?! ^_^ <br />
Specially the occasional drizzling! <3<br />
I just hope it rains soon..<br />
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Oh yeah, I`ve got a few posts lined up so you might just want to stay tuned ^_^ No more heart-breaks faithful readers ( who reads all my post, oh yes,you. I love you ^_^ ), this gal has stopped being lazy now when it comes down to blogging, so expect another post soon.<br />
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Guess I just might be addicted to this place again,take care! xox<br />
<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-20346787136032747202012-07-30T01:51:00.001-07:002012-07-30T03:18:36.555-07:00Ok, I`m just an ordinary girl.There`s so much going on lately and I still havn`t managed to squeeze some time in for blogging, but you see, here I am anyway,back amongst my people, typing away some major crap that has been piling up high in my mind. I didn`t want to admit this fact before stuffing myself with two whole packets of chocolate chip cookies, but now I am prepared to accept that writing a blog isn`t going to be as easy as I hoped it would be.<br />
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Where do I begin...A very happy Ramadan Karim to all, first! May this month bring you prosperity and success, as much as you can ever wish for :)<br />
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I had been staring at the blank, white screen waiting for inspiration until a friend suggested a blog-worthy incident of my life. I had been insistent on not to gossip about it with the entire Blogosphere, but well, now it just doesn`t seem like such a bad idea..Everyone should know what a brave,super woman I`ve been. ( P.S: I exaggerate. It`s a very one-of-a-kind-situation )<br />
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So...so far so good. I`ve only had a really bad break-up with the only guy I was ever serious about for three years after we`ve heartily swore at each other,blocked each other from our ids and all. I even deleted his number ( let`s just ignore the fact that i`ve still got it memorized by heart :P ) I removed all of his aww texts from my inbox too and yet, miraculously, there is no sign of post break-up depression. Oh,yeah,since the relationship was so strong and all,I did cry for precisely two minutes,but that`s pretty much it. Period. I listened to Perry`s wide awake for quite some times and then I was sure I could move on. I`m over him. Good riddance -.-<br />
The inspiration really comes from this book I had been cuddling with lately,'I heart New York' It`s about a free-lance writer who`s been in a relationship with a guy for eternity but then eventually catches him shagging his tennis partner in the back of his car on their best friend`s wedding. Heart-broken,then girl flees to NYC where she gets a a free,gorgeous make-over,lots of designer clothes, eats her heart out,gets to date two most amazing guys ever to walk the planet and the best of all,becomes a properly,paid blogger for <i><b>The Look</b></i>! Now how cool is that,eh? In just.one.week,yes. Incredible,no? So actually,the inspiration came from satisfactory sources ;)<br />
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Ok,now one thing I`ve been literally itching to blog about. The farevell. MY OWN FAREVELLLL!! :') Got the titles 'My hair goes gaga' and 'Miss Super Puff'. Also I won the award of 'The biggest fashion victim'. The night was absolutely magical,perfect in it`s own painful way.. it has to be one of the most memorable nights of my life ( my wedding night is yet to come) <3 But guess what? My hair were an absolute mess :\ Tragic. Yeah. And since I didn`t have my own cellphone back then,and my bff`s camera was already dead ( after the incident when we carelessly let it bathe in the pool for too long -.- ) we were unable to snap any pic,and those who did bother to take a shot or two of mine,even those turned out to be a major blur and thus I have no decent picture of that eventful day wimme. Nil. Nada.<br />
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Since I`m now over with my O`levels,I`ve been going on a lot of college hunts lately. I applied in a school and they even called me for the interview but then I had to blab about how stupid and indecisive I am about certain important matters in my life and so they told me to come back again with my dad after either convincing him of my decision or get convinced myself in the process. They also said my aims are too scattered and fisrt I need to get my career focused and only then should I select my A`level subjects.<br />
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Also,I have been really,really busy attending my cousins` weddings. Yes,what with a huge zit on my face, I attended nevertheless. And,great news, I still managed to look passably good-looking. I had some totally far-fetched plans lined up for these vacations, some of them even somewhat impractical, but my holidays are not even half as bad as I thought they might be. In fact they`re are going surprisingly cool. The weddings were actually a lot of fun :D<br />
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Time for the most significant news of the day! *drum roll*<br />
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I`m a proud owner of a cellphone!!<br />
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My lovely,lovely,LOVELY pink and white cellphone... :')<br />
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MY OWN,GOD DAMN THING,OH YES! <3<br />
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My IGCSE result is on 23rd August. And it just occurred to me, I havn`t prayed to God enough for my good grades ( note to self: do that. ) Hmmm...sad life.. So, while we are upto this, can you pleasepleaseplease pray for atleast 5 As for me? Eh? EH? Pretty please? ^_^<br />
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So..now this was pretty much it for today,I`m sorry if you read till the very end and yet I couldn`t meet upto your expectations from my blog. But again, I never claimed my life to be one of those you`d term as something bloody interesting.<br />
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I hope to catch you all again soon though! ( Because my life may not be half as good, but it ain`t bad either)<br />
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<b><i>Oh God, I so,SO love this picture 3:)</i></b><br />
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I know I was just about to leave,but I came across the above picture and I fell at first-sight love *_*<br />
Now here`s something very important, how not to fall in love with a jerk:<br />
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Top 3 Ways To Identify A Jerk:<br />
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So, the big glitch?<br />
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Rule One: Identify him as a jerk. <br />
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Rule Two: Don’t forget that he is a jerk.<br />
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Rule Three: SPREAD that he`s a jerk!<br />
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P.S: My ex is a jerk. <br />
P.P.S: No,I`m not nuts. I just said it because he really, REALLY hates being called that ;) <br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-40053626967724171272012-06-01T02:50:00.000-07:002012-06-01T02:56:07.752-07:00Hey there all,I`ve finally found some time to blog all over again and get myself addicted -.- :D <br />
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So,the big news? I am done with my O`levels!!! Oh yes,yes,yes! I just can`t believe the nightmare is absolutely over. Forever <3<br />
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Except the bad thing is: I really miss my school :( It`s like the best. Yes,the best :| I`ve got such awesome memories associated that the parting is just too hard :'( All those beautiful moments I spent growing up here...fighting and crying over the most stupid things.. The journey has been ah-ma-zing <3<br />
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Also,I`ve just GOT to share this great news with the entire planet,I GOT HIGH ACHIEVER IN URDU! :D<br />
-happy dancing <3<br />
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Ok,I`ll tell you what,when I found out about it? I was like,hell you can`t be serious! Literally. It was just 'too good to be true' :') All the special treatment and stuff...so overwhelming <3 AND: I came on t.v! :D And in the newspaper -troll face *claps*<br />
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Enough for now I guess,stay tuned for more posts please! I`m gonna post more often now,since i`m all farigh farigh these days :P<br />
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Ciao,awesome people xox<br />
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<br />Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-23037361727083335412011-12-14T10:18:00.000-08:002011-12-16T04:11:47.698-08:00I Live To Tell My Tale. 'All round my room my silent servants wait<br />
My friends in every season'<br />
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Exaggeration,as the above might suggest,is not intended.<br />
It is still a good quotation to express the way I had been so keenly involved in reading this great book I only recently finished reading.<br />
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I remember turning my entire place upside down in futile search of my various stuff I keep losing-or misplacing. With memory span as brief as a gold fish`s, I tend to get myself in hot soup for 'leaving things behind at home and crafting white lies to get away with it' , thanks to my inborn talent of forgetting things easily. Despite my unconvincing insisting, my teachers refuse to believe me most of the time. At times, my lost possession mysteriously turns up from under my bed, or choose to remain 'lost' at others. Any way round, the book explains where things- mine and yours- suddenly vanish. It`s 'A place called Here'. What,no,of course an imaginary place like it doesn`t really exist (or does it? O.o) I was only telling you the book`s name :P<br />
It`s by Cecelia Aherns, and there`s only a lone word for it: Terrific.<br />
You might want to give it a read,just to unravel the greatest mystery of stuff being right there in front of your eyes,and vanished into thin air the next moment.<br />
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So it was my Maths paper today,and it went kind of pathetic,you see. I had prepared never ending-ly for it. The unfortunate moment I casted a look at the bloody thing, I just KNEW it is going to go bad. The question that I had decided to skip from the Past Papers last night,was shamelessly tongue lolling out at me with the rest of the questions I didnt`t know the answer to.<br />
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Inklessness.<br />
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I jerked the most vital examination tool vigorously and attempted to scrawl on the blank supplement before me, but the obstinate thing refused to write.<br />
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I looked around myself in vain, my face reflecting my plight, when I felt 2 scanning eyes on myself. The invigilator glared at me through her sullen eyes, as I explained her my situation. None of the examinees bothered to offer an extra pen. Maybe they didn`t have any. So I sat restlessly for a while,but then relaxed quite a bit. Pen or no pen,it didn`t really make a significant difference. I didn`t KNOW what to write on the paper! But when the angry stares of the teacher turned more penetrating, I only half-heartedly took out my ball pen.Good ol` dependable ball pen...with it`s reliable resource of ink.<br />
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After I`ve read the question for like the umpteenth time, I realized that I actually knew how to solve a few questions. Yes,miracles DO happen. And so I set down to work.<br />
Soon,I was done with everything I knew (SOME of the questions,at that) and the rest of the paper remained as clean and tidy as the paper setter left it.<br />
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'Half an hour left.'<br />
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The invigilator`s voice broke through the pin drop silence prevailing in the room. And suddenly I sensed panic taking all over me. I haphazardly flipped the pages of the paper helter-skelter , and overcame by a feeling of urgency and desperation. I was very much tempted to turn back and peep into the much-filled paper of the girl behind me. Only the menacing presence of the invigilator withheld my action. Hence, I spent the left over time inventing never-heard-of-before mathematical formulas, contriving to come up with a reasonably satisfying explanations and an easy-way-out solutions for complicated quadratic equations. Therefore, the time was over before I knew it, and I found myself literally clinging to my paper, trying to smoothen an unsuccessful- and horribly sketched- curve,as the teacher exerted all her efforts to pull it from me. <br />
By the time I gathered my stuff and left the examination hall, I looked so dishevelled that anyone could have guessed how my paper went. Thus my friends spared me some dignity by not inquiring about my Maths paper. I had successfully managed to walk away from its nightmare,sane and alive on my own two legs, and I was glad enough at that.<br />
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However much I`d rather passing marks, I`d definitely be getting a 'very creative!' remark,anyway :P<br />
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P.S: Wish me loads of luck for my next papers! I could use all of it. Trust me.<br />
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Adios! xxAlizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-26214454474294809652011-12-10T10:29:00.000-08:002011-12-11T17:20:31.526-08:00Why this Kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?Yo,it`s me again!<br />
Yes,I got in again.<br />
These blogger people? They must be holding some serious grudge against me.<br />
They did it to me again -.- I had been trying since <strike>ages</strike> weeks to sign in,but you know how it is,no?<br />
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I wanted to post so bad,and now that I`m eventually here,I really couldn`t think of anything to tell you guys :D<br />
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Exams starting from Wednesday,by the way :| So I`d be entirely engaged till they are over. Also-my Sangadh post remains unposted-and incomplete-in my draft patiently for a little while more. You`d love to read it though :) I totally hope you have as much fun reading it as I had living it all <3 <br />
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You would not believe this,but I actually dusted off my old,forgotten talent of sketching and made a Sponge-Bob! Yayayayay! And he turned out to be so cute ^_^ He`s adorable much,without me being the artist anyway :P<br />
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It`s my exam next week and I havn`t studied a single,damn word -.- I so know I`m flunking Chemistry, OR Physics, OR Maths, OR Biology this time :$ OR maybe all of them? Shit. I`d be busted if that ever happens.<br />
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AND,guess what? I can`t get the song Kolaveri di out of my head. It seems to have stuck in some UN-accessible part of my brain,and refuses to depart -.- I wouldn`t be surprised if my sister tells me that I`ve been chanting 'distance la moon-u moon-u moon-u, color-u white-u white background night-u night-u, night-u color-u black-u' in my sleep. Seriously,that`s how awesomatic it is :D And while you`re upto reading this,you might also want to check out the following song ;)<br />
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Last but not the least,I scored good in Chemistry this time!!!<br />
14 out of 15 :P Got them by chance actually :$ But that doesn`t un-genious me,right? ^_^ <br />
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Can`t think of anything more to scribble about so I`d run and bury myself between the huge pile of books awaiting me.<br />
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P.S: I miss my Blogosphere family folks :C <br />
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Ciao! xox <br />
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<span id="goog_503691855"></span><span id="goog_503691856"></span>Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-42466970738573163952011-11-19T10:47:00.000-08:002011-11-28T02:04:14.638-08:00I blab because I never get tired of it.The awaited weekends are finally here and here I am blogging again.This post is going to be about my very <strike>juicy</strike> UN-interesting life so you probably might want to stop reading and engage yourself in something more useful. In something that makes sense,I mean.<br />
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It has been a monotonous week for me -_- I remained on my look out for anything out of order but nothing at all.<br />
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Ok, so first things first. <br />
My mum`s already gone through the trouble of taking out our blankets and other stuff. And my dad`s started bringing yummy,salted peanuts home. And that could only mean ONE thing.<br />
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WINTER! <3 <br />
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It`s my fave season of the year :D Because ( Yes, the reason is stupid so do not laugh please ^_^ ) my skin remains perfect during these days. Unlike other`s. While they continuously apply lotions and moisturizers to keep their skin from going dry, Mine stays flawlessly glowing on its own accord! :D (Jealous,eh? 3:) )<br />
That`s because I possess extremely oily skin which is at its worst during the summers. The only reason why summer ain`t the topper on my list.<br />
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Yesterday,a friend of mine, T, told me that I could be an actress (Double yays for her!) Haha,but that`s only because I did an awesome imitation of my arch-enemies ;) T is really out-spoken so tonight,I acquit her of all the rude things she`s ever said to me.<br />
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Another friend of mine, A, awarded me the title of 'Pessimism ki Malka-e-tarannum' (Sorry to all those who can`t understand what that means,coz that`s urdu,y`know) <br />
Yeah,hilarious,ain`t it? As funny it might be,it is also very appropriate when it comes down to me. I AM a great pessimist,I guess...<br />
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We are going to Sangadh with our school on 24th November! And that`s probably the most exciting thing that has happened to me this week. Just in case you do not know,Sangadh is a humble village in interior Sindh. And we`d be going there to personally help the flood victims.<br />
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Noble?<br />
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Yes.<br />
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Did I get the permission?<br />
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No.<br />
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The excursion is going to last for quite a lot of hours, you see, and so my parents are all no about it. They are not really fastidious about the environment,it`s the security they are concerned about. For that place is also an infamous rendezvous for burglar and thieves. But it`s not like they are going to jump from the roof in our bus and point their guns at us and go all like, 'Your bus is being hijacked. So don`t act too smart.' Now really,you tell? That`s hardly possible,right?! I told my parents that. They still wouldn`t allow! My bff thinks the hijacking thing is going to be cool (IF that ever happens) Not me,though. I`m a total chicken. And even SHE did not get permission before but now she`s going and I`m the only one who`s going to stink at home and rot. I had my entire outfit planned! :'( Pretty pink plaid with straight leg jeans.<br />
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I was about to hit the mall for a pair of black boots and maybe even a cowboy hat to complement the whole look. But my parents! *sniffs!*<br />
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And oh, so my cousin arrived yesterday. We are really close and every time she`s over,we get to have loads of fun,AND food. We take lots of pics,make each other over and what not.<br />
Her arrival was supposed to be a surprise for the wide awake normally walking-talking me actually but guess how she found me? With disheveled dark hair, slumped on two pillows under my stomach, lost in my deep slumber session.<br />
When she tried to wake me up,I was all 'Blimey! I must be dreaming. Shoo off,illusion'<br />
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But I was wide awake five minutes after that,more than aware of my not-so-pretty,unwashed face,and completely mortified at being seen in that state by her cute bro. Ah.-_-<br />
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Now now,I really, really, REALLY want to see Confessions of a shopaholic! I`ve heard enough about it`s awesomeness and that`s IT! I`ve read the book already and I WANT to see the movie too! -_-<br />
So enough done with mere craving,I`m actually doing to do something about it now. Try to download it myself,I think. But again,I`m a techno disaster. So wish me all the luck you can offer!<br />
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I`ve been listening to this song while typing and it`s the second song of The Saturdays I`ve heard so far,but I think it`s good. These girls are now second on my list after The Veronicas. I hope you like them too. Do check out the vid (:<br />
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</span></span>Alizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-1426319571815103712011-11-11T00:52:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:57:17.252-08:00Because I am lazy Lizzie.Been a long time since I last posted. Seems like ages to me now. I`ve been busy with the Eid stuff. Stuffing tikkas. By the way,Eid Ul-Azha Mubarak to all! (belated :P )<br />
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I`ve got a post waiting,but I`m too lazy to post it right now *yawns*<br />
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Hey,now don`t gimme that look! It ain`t me,alright? It`s our school administration -_- They re-opened our school today. And I had to literally drag myself out of my bed to get ready for my 'big' day ahead. Supposedly. But guess what? I succeeded to keep myself from snoring soundly in class :P To tell you the truth,the teachers were much of in a drowsy state themselves,so it really wouldn`t have been much of a deal if all of us would have rested our heads down and pretended to be occupied in our own deep thoughts.<br />
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Also-I made up with my Bffs!<br />
Lol,yeah we had this stupid fight. Again. But anyways,we are all together again <3<br />
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I can`t type anymore..I`m too tired to do any more of it. A big thanks to the stupid language homework that I just tried to complete but obstinate it -_-<br />
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I`m eventually done with our newspaper! *Score!*<br />
Yeah,my dad even returned with the print-out this evening and it looks bloody awesome. Even if I say so myself.<br />
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Ok,so I`ve got 38 followers now. Yayyy!<br />
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But come on, I need more -_-<br />
More,more and more awesome people in that list of mine.<br />
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And I inspired three people to join Blogosphere. See? Now ain`t I good?<br />
So follow me y`all!<br />
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P.S: Considering the stupid stuff I blabbed about in this post,I`m highly dubious that anyone would be even half-willing to follow me now -_- But really, I want to retire to my bed! and this is all that came to my head right now,so live with it for a while. I promise you a way better post next time. That I`d be posting BEFORE the weekends end. Most probably.<br />
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Kudos! xxAlizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-80063454890289392012011-10-29T23:17:00.000-07:002011-10-30T00:14:35.170-07:00He continues to live..Bleak sunlight slides under the curtains and creeps up to my eyes. I smile realizing I`m waking up to live my yet another favorite day of the week: Saturday. Surprisingly,Saturdays are the only days on which I`m up BEFORE my mother has to barge in my cluttered-with-clothes room to drag me out of heaven.<br />
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I sit upright in my bed for a whole fifteen minutes, registering my feelings and trying to comprehend them. Yes-it is one of the mornings you wake up with a sinking feeling in my chest.<br />
' Oh anyway,not that I`d let any of these diabolical feeling ruin my perfect Saturday.' I say out loud, my voice a stranger to my own ears,I gather my dark hair in a hasty ponytail and make my way to the bathroom.<br />
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For some unknown reason, I do not want the deliciously warm water to ever stop running over my silhouette. It`s tickling and soothing sensation... <br />
But I still fight over my desire and opt for a more sensible idea of getting out of the shower soon. After half an hour, a dripping and cleaner me walk out of the bathroom and dress up in five minutes. Literally. Not casting a second look at the outfit I`ve decided to wear today ( Now really,this isn`t normal. Not normal for me anyway.) I brush my hair while they are still wet, half-heartedly, not bothering to blow dry, my raven black eyes fixed on my reflection. There is something missing on that face... the usual flicker in my eyes,maybe?<br />
'Nothing a nice eye make-up couldn`t fix in just a swish of magic wand!' I chirp, trying to cheer myself at the prospect of cosmetic. But my fake smile soon transform into a frown.<br />
'I cannot pretend this anymore...' <br />
My shoulders slumped in disappointment, I walk out to sit on the balcony. It is still silent outside,the atmosphere misted in thick fog. I listen intently to the rustle of the palm trees and the singing of birds, wondering what the following hours of the day holds in surprise for me.<br />
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Heaving a sigh, I remove the elastic band from my hair, letting the free strands fall loosely around my oval face, my mind playing dreadful flash-backs of last night... How I`ve walked all the way to Drake`s house, eager to surprise him with my blog post about him. And how he`d opened the door, welcoming me in with a faint smile instead of the usual peck on my cheek.I`d sensed something wrong right then,but I`d discarded my instincts, dreading he might slam the door shut on my face.<br />
But he has been courteous enough to let me in. That darling Drake of mine... so there was still a flicker of hope alive.<br />
He pulled me in a cuddle next to him on a couch, touched my hair with gentle strokes, his nose buried in my hair.. I rested my head on his chest, and closed my eyes, inhaling his sweet scent, suddenly feeling drowsy all over again. I could have remained in that state of sheer bliss forever... if only I had it under my control.<br />
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And then he pulled my from him. A little taken aback, I wore an expression of utter confusion, when he chose to break the awful news to me.<br />
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'We can`t be together,baby.'<br />
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'But..but why?!' I stammered, not believing my ears.<br />
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'Please don`t ask questions.' He requested with a stone-face.<br />
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I immediately pursed my lips together, adamant to not ask any question anymore and spare myself that much dignity. My eyes welled up with tears and I could feel a lump in my throat.<br />
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'And please don`t look so hurt...' He said again, with evident emotion in his voice that time.<br />
I stared at his face vaguely through my tears, shaking my head slowly in disbelief. He reached out for me but I pushed him away from me. It had taken my entire will power. Then, somehow, managed to make it back to my home. I had refused to dwell on that episode like a loser, and bravely succeeded in blocking him out of my mind..<br />
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But it is all coming back now.. I cry in utter defeatism, warm tears strolling down my cheeks...<br />
How can he possibly do something as sadistic as that to me? To whome he vowed life-long devotion? I question myself helplessly,unable to stop myself from crying...<br />
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'Honey?' I`m disturbed by a sharp knock on the door. It`s my mom, eyeing me suspiciously with concern.<br />
I look up, not wiping my tears away, my wet cheeks exposed to air.<br />
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'Martha. She`s on the phone... she wants to talk to you.' she informs,handing me the phone.<br />
Martha? she`s Drake`s mom,by the way. Why would she want to talk to me? Doesn`t she know that me and him splitted up? <br />
Attacked by another flood of confusion, I receive the phone from my mom with a smile of gratitude.<br />
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'Martha?'<br />
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'Sasha..you`ve got to make it to the National Hospital immediately!' a troubled, familiar voice exclaims.<br />
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'Huh? why?' I exclaim back.<br />
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'Drake wants to see you.' comes a brief reply.<br />
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'Drake? what has happened to him?!' I screech in her ear.<br />
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'Just get here as soon as possible.' and then I hear the dial tone.<br />
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I`m standing alone, next to Drake`s bed, hypnotized. His mom has just dropped a mountain for the news on me.<br />
'He`s suffering from brain tumor.' The words won`t stop echoing in my ears, making fun of me.<br />
I sit on a chair placed near, and takes his hand in mine. I marvel at the discovery that it has gone surprisingly light.<br />
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'I want to be strong for him..! Do not fail me...' I silently beg my tears...<br />
But it`s hard.. Impossible not to cry seeing your beloved chained to the bed, just not by chains but by drips and various wires. Several needles were mercilessly pierced in his skin, making me cringe at the sight..<br />
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'I`m not strong..' I mumble, finally letting my tears fall free. That`s when I feel his weak fingers squeeze my hand. He`s struggling to open his soft, brown-hued eyes. I place my one free hand on his pallid cheek, caressing his hand encouragingly with the fingers of the other. And finally he looks at me... A gush of fresh tears threatens to over-flow... But I smile through my tears. My heart aches for him... the doctor told me that he`s not left with much time..<br />
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'I must have done something really wrong to deserve this..' I blame myself with a pang of regret mingled with my voice.<br />
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'You are a perfect angel. God has great things in store for you.' Drake speaks almost in a whisper. I lean closer to listen to his melodious voice, close enough to preserve it in my memories after he`s gone...<br />
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'I love you.' He says the three magical words, music to my deprived ears. His lips are dry and dearth of colour,but I answer with a kiss- my mouth meeting his in the most tender, rapturous, generous caress. He responds me with such passion that I`m catapulted to a place of blissful abandon. I want him so bad...<br />
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'You promised to stay with me for the rest of my life... Please stay.. Keep your promise, Drake,just this once...' I beg like a three years old.<br />
Tears slide down his rough cheeks now. God, I must be horrible. I made him cry! I wail silently,hating myself for that act of sin.<br />
He clasps my hand tightly in his, brings his head closer to my ear and speaks,<br />
'If only I could, Sash.. there`s nothing I want more... I`ll stay with you forever...you are free to love again..I`d be the happiest soul to see you happy... I just wanted to see you for the last time with the eyes of a mortal..'<br />
My lips tremble and I rest my head on his, massaging his hair with my fingers, refusing to let him go..<br />
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So this was the surprise... I realize,my eyes heavy from all the crying.<br />
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'Drake...I...' I starts to talk but breaks in between. His eyes were close and his angelic face radiated innocence and peace... and he had long seized to breath...<br />
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I plaster a final kiss on his cheek and traces the frame of his face with my finger... he`s still here with me... I know he is.<br />
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Two weeks back,you would`ve found a forlorn me accompanied by no one but my haunting school text books,cramming all that could get into my head (vacant-most of the time-but threatening to burst back then),or desperately trying to get a correct answer in Maths. I had a transient break-up with my best friends,had deactivated my facebook account to protect myself from its uncontrollable lure,and someone had hacked my Hotmail id (if only I could get my paws on that evil someone -_- ) So I had been surviving without my connection with the outside world,living as if abandoned on an island. You get the whole picture,no?<br />
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Look at me now though. I`ve got a bowl full of nachos right in front of me,expecting me to dig in any moment now,complemented by a can of chilled Pepsi,earphones plugged in my ears,tuned on to FM 91,swaying with the music (they`ve got 'Heartless' on air,by the way) I`m texting my bffs,Marium and Areeba,and ahem,the special someone. I`m ecstatic.<br />
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Also-yes-I`m watching TVD (The Vampire Diaries),thanks to Areeba,I`ve finally got all the episodes and I`ve only watched almost two episodes,I`m wholly and eternally a perpetual lover of Damon! (Ian Somerhalder) He looks like Zac Efron. So. Much. Please temme you didn`t miss out the resembelence either ^_^ And,I completely abhore Elena :| She kind of looks like a mixture of Amanda Bynes (when it comes down to her smile) and Selena Gomez. Her hair could SO use a hairstyle. They are too,erm,annoyingly pin straight. But God,I love her suede jackets and knee-length boots! <3 Also,I hate the fact that Damon fancies her (and that she`s the real life girlfriend of Ian *fumes* ) Her younger brother Jeremy,on the other hand,is downright cute and also the girl he`s after (her name skipped my mind) is super hot too. So there goes a perfect couple,hand in hand.<br />
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Besides,Caroline has been my favourite female character so far. She`s the exemplary blonde enemy I`ve always idealized. Hey,did you realize that all the female antagonists are most of the time blond? And the protagonist that sweet naive,brunette kind? Hmm..now`s that`s something to think about.<br />
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It has been a happy week for me altogether. First they made my best friend since childhood,Mariam (yeah we`ve been bestest friends for almost 16 years now (: ) our DEPUTY HEAD GIRL!!! :D Awesome,nah? Three cheers for her! <3 <br />
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And then we celebrated two consecutive birthdays of my other two bffs,Areeba and Tayyaba (Reebz` was on 17th October,and Tabz` on 19th) They are both Libras-and typical Libras at that. Freaking genious,pragmatic and too just. Something me and my bff ain`t (with me being a Pisces and Mariam a Cancer) We planned a surprise birthday party for Areeba. Intended to take her to Aladdin theme park,blind-folded. (That`s where Areeba wanted to celebrate her birthday) So we decided to take her to her dream place for celebrating her 17th birthday on 17th October,2011 (coinkidoinky,no? :D ) and she constantly kept dropping us hints about it. Me and Mariam apparently lacking that prowess and being lousy planners,tried to keep it secretive but ah..Areeba`s got too much brains for that. By home time,she had the entire thing figured out while me and Marz were still fretting over how to get to her place in the first place to put the surprise plan in action. And so,as desperate moments call for desperate measures,we got a ride with my friend`s brother. I`ve seen him after like 6 years,and believe me,it was weird. But we made it to her place anyway near 6:30 pm,and was welcomed by a fuming Areeba,wearing a somber expression,tear glistening in her big,chocolate-brown eyes. And yeah,for a second,we got all 'um,should we go back?' at the moment,because guess how Reebz greeted us like? '<i>Tum loug itne buray hoo</i>!' and collapsed in sobs right in front of our surprised faces. Me and Mariam were like: 'Oh God! she doesn`t even KNOW how we got here!' but then we explained her the whole thing and she finally let us in ( yeah we`ve been having the entire convo right there on her door-step :P ) And then the rest of us arrived and we ended up in Pizza Hut instead of Aladdin. So much for our planning. I gave her a silver wrist watch for her birthday,and she found it cute (:<br />
A compliment from the former birthday girl: '<i>Bohat flop birthday planners ho tum dono!' </i><br />
Hehehe,the day was,no doubt,a blast. Love you Areeba! :*<br />
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We favoured Tayyaba by sparing her from one of our disastrous surprises,but according to her 'This birthday has been the best birthday of her life.'<br />
You see? All settled without Aliza being the saviour of the mankind.<br />
I gave her a make-up kit (It was all glossy and pink,with a mirror and so glam!) and the best part: Tabz loved,loved,LOVED it! :D So what else did I want except to make my sister happy? (= Also,we had this meal organized for final year students at school. It went awesome too. First we began with an appetizer (Tabz` yummylicious pink cupcakes! <3 everyone was all like: what`s the recipe gal?!) and then <i>garma garam </i>chicken biryani,drinks and a big slice of chocolate chip cake made my-and Tayyaba`s-day. We played <i>antakshiri</i>,snapped pics and called it a day. And really,I envy Tabz for having such a fab birthday. Everything just fell in its place and I can`t help marvelling at the fact how unplanned it was,but everything went immaculately perfect,despite all of it. Think some perfect people are just destined to have perfect birthdays :') I`m evidently not one of them.<br />
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Oh,time for my big news!<br />
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I got 31 marks in CHEMISTRY!!! *grins so widely my cheeks ache*<br />
Um,out of 60. But really,people have done worse than that,I even got FOUR stars in my paper. And Ms.A (just in case you haven`t been keeping track of my posts,she`s my Chem teacher) said she couldn`t believe it was MY paper she was checking. According to her 'considering my past chemistry records,this time,she definitely found me improved.' Yay me!<br />
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P.S: Those who cannot associate with my happiness at this-check out my previous post '<a href="http://alyzaanees.blogspot.com/2011/09/diary-of-chemically-stricken-soon-to-be.html">http://alyzaanees.blogspot.com/2011/09/diary-of-chemically-stricken-soon-to-be.html</a>'<br />
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And and and,he`s back! <3<br />
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I`ve got this newspaper to make-they`ve made me the head,and I haven`t been doing anything at all except for staring at them discussing the news and layout and all. I`m alien to all the news they keep talking about so I hit the iron while it was still hot and grabbed the entertainment section. Gossip is something I`ve got an inborne knack of. I DID come with two-or three- creative ideas so do not just dissociate me as an utter loser for the head.<br />
I`m covering the Pakistan Fashion Week (it`s my fave work! I can continue to do it for the rest of my life- IF I get enough money for it) and Atif Aslam`s Bol,the wave of sensation it has stimulated in India and all. I wish I could omit the important details and just blab about how much I loved which particular outfit and the models cladded in gorgeous dresses,flaunting their lean silhouettes. Or about how Atif has undergone a hideous transformation,but this isn`t how it goes,right?<br />
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I`m so relieved to finally blog about this all! I so wanted to get it out of my system-because for me,it was all totally blog worthy. I know I have been away for too long.. My net had gone undeniably insane and was refusing to sign me in to my dashboard. Moron. But I contrived to get in somehow. And it`s great to be amongst my blogger family folks again. So that`s another good thing that has happened to me this week ^_^<br />
Best of all-it was Monday today and we had a day off school! Woohoo,how cool is that? :D<br />
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Ok,now I better retire to my bed and cuddle with 'The California club' the novel I`ve been reading for quite some time now. It`s by Belinda Jones,and ok so far but I`m expecting a bomb for an ending. I could already think of several way to conclude it and I`d be hell disappointed if Belinda has opted for a plainer conclusion. Fingers crossed!<br />
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I love you for reading thing!<br />
Don`t forget to cat-walk! :D<br />
xoxAlizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331600200158735856noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722506794577180577.post-63077237159947160842011-10-23T11:52:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:52:04.091-07:00Home sweet home!I`m back,I`m back,I`m bacccck!!! Yay! The blog people finally let me in :D They just wouldn`t let me sign in -_- I know you totally <strike>forgot to give even one hasty look to my blog </strike> missed me :') I missed you too *sniffs* Well,so here I am again,ready with some posts I`ve been literally ITCHING to post (Oh alright,they ain`t that good so don`t get your hopes too high,just in case you get disappointed :$ I don`t want you to unfollow me,y`know :| ) <br />
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Toodles! <br />
Thankyou all for following me (addressing the 31 awesome people who bothered to do it <3 )<br />
xox <br />
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