We 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?

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... -.-

Enjoy! :)

One 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 )



And oh God these bogus, my-supposed-to-be-full-bangs-but-looks-more-like-a-baby-cut hair from the front were SUCH an absolute mess! I contrived to gather them up in a pony but they`d just go all wild and lose them self out again, and consequently I ended up feeling so miserable, so crazy, so stupid, so hideous and all self-conscious the whole day!  -.-

   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. 

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. 

  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.
  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.
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. 

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
 Everyone went so crazy, the giggling and arms wide open under the naked sky, embracing the cool, rapid droplets! Bliss, I tell you.  


   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.





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!
Stay hooked, ciao awesome people xox (:

So 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 ^_^

     My school starts this Monday 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.
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*
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..
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

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.

Except I couldn`t bag much eidi (less than I did last year :( ) But I had a lot of fun nonetheless.
On my first day, I had to wake up at 7 to help my mum with vermicilles, choley , and biryani 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 salah. 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 kanglapan 3:) )
And I visited my lil friend, Ifrah, whom you all know as the Fashionista, the proud owner of the blog,' Confused teenager'. 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 :| ) Sharam ani chahiye mujhe :P ( 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! :)

This is Ifrah, in her purple shirt she bought for this eid :)

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 ;)
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.)

And here`s my yello mello telly tubby! <3

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.
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:

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.
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 )

So that`s all for now folks, hope to catch you back soon, toodles! xx :)

Whoop dee doo! :D

OMG WORLD I GOT STRAIGHT As!!!!
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
My parents are truly ecstatic. I am too. Today I`ve been on cloud seven, like absolutely.
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.
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 )
I felt so excited, ecstatic, wonderful, proud, genius, all in one go! :D

Hehe, just a lil something I made on the paint app myself *troll face*

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 :')

So,that was it. The final talk about my result, I swear I won`t talk about it anymore,ciao! :D

The 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

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 eidi this year *sniffs*

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.

So, it`s tomorrow.
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 -.-
I don`t even want to sleep tonight! Because then tomorrow will arrive quicker.
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 )

I`ll definitely come back again to let you all know about my most dreaded grades, ciao for now! (:

Aliza xox

Excitement in the air! :D

So 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.

Guess what?
I have one new follower! :D
Only a meager addition, if you ask me. But addition, God dammit. After, what, like MONTHS! *punches in the air victoriously*

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 pakoras, aloo choley, dahi badey 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.
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.

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? )
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.
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*
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.
' No.' Came the uninterested, dull reply.
' What? But you just let mum have all the shoes she wanted!'
' So?'
' So...I was just showing anyway.'
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.

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.

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? :\
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
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*
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 )
P.S: He`s a great guitarist. Here, take the link:  http://www.youtube.com/xavierrevolt, do check him out. And hey? SUBSCRIBE! ^__^

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.

*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.

My pillow looks so welcoming right now,maybe I`d just retire from here, go and cuddle.

Tcs you all! :)
xox

Tonight.

Tonight may be the night

When I`ll fall in love with an Angel

Head over heels..

And tonight has to be the night

On which he`ll whisper in my ear

Those sweet words of love

That can heal my pain..

So tonight should be the night

That I will spend in his arms

He can be my guilty pleasure..

Maybe tonight could be the night

When he`ll sweep me off my feet

And together we would pass the journeys long...

Who knows what this envious night

has in store for us,

moments will be few.

And as I fall deeper in his vortex of emotions

I truly hope he`ll feel for me true.

 'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free'  - Michelangelo