Me me!! and a little more me. :D

Seven Things I want to do in life:
1) Be someone Allah would be proud of.
2) Accept and love myself for who I am.
3) TRAVEL TRAVEL TRAVEL.
4) Learn to play a guitar/ dance/ skate/ swim/ play tennis. I really do wanna learn how to swim.
5) Learn a few other languages. Become better at farsi and pushto.
6) Work hard at whatever I do become eventually. I wanna, really really wanna enjoy my job.
7) Not become a statistic. Ever. In anyway.

Seven Things I can do:
1) Wrap gifts.
2) Drive! He he. Not good at it though.
3) Shop for shoes. :D Yes I have excellent taste when it comes to shoes. So I gloat.
4) Obsess and fret and whine and complain.
5) Organize stuff.
6) Sleep for more then 8 hours. My maximum was 15 or 16 hours straight once.
7) Remember birthdays.

Seven Things I cant do:
1) Keep grudges. Seriously. Keeping grudges needs good memory. I dont have that so I forget most of the times what I was upset about. Besides my tantrums are usually a tidal deal. Comes and goes, no grudges.
2) Cook
3) Make a decent cup of tea. (lol at your scandalised look, but really. I dont drink tea so I never get the amount of tea, milk or sugar right.)
4) Hate people. Requires too much energy. Im ok with disliking them.
5) Sing.
6) Give good vivas.
7) Keep up pretenses.

Seven things I say the most:
1) Haina.
2) Lol! (in writing that is)
3) Acha suno.
4) Eeew
5) Khair.
6) Bloody hell
7) Elo

Seven Things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1) Looks (yep, Im that shallow and that honest)
2) Humor (he HAS to be funny)
3) Witty (without being a schmuck)
4) Kindness
5) Honesty
6) Humility
7) Good taste

Seven Celebrity Crushes:
1) Brad Pitt (obviously)
2) Guy (who keeps running and running) in String’s Video “Huey Anjaney kiyu”
3) Eric Bana
4) Lead Guy in the movie Step up
5) Adnan Siddiqui.
6) Jas Arora
7) Dont remember any other.

Ok so let's be honest!

Beautiful Stranger (over at Freak's Corner) tagged me, so here goes,

Six Weird things about me (unleash the craziness):

1) I do a happy dance whenever Im... well... happy. Also there is the happy/excited clapping when for some/whatever reason, I cannot execute my happy dance.
2) I eat rice with Naan.
3) I start laughing while telling a joke. In the middle. Before I get to the punch line. Most of the times I never even get to the punch line. The joke is just so bloody funny inside my head.
4) I snort coke in reverse. Also sprite. The coke mentioned is not the “coke” coke, but Coca cola coke. Drinking and driving is very dangerous. In my case, drinking and laughing together is very very dangerous. I cant laugh and swallow my drink at the same time, so it comes out of my nose instead. So if you get me laughing while I'm drinking something, I can do a whole show for you, with me coughing and snorting my drinking out. Yes I'm disgusting too. Its a rare talent I highly treasure.
5) I'm told, I used to sleep walk and talk a lot. Key word is used to. Most of it involved, getting up in the middle of the night and getting ready for school. Then one of my sisters or my mum would make me change my uniform and drag me to bed. What can I say. I loved school. :D
6) I use a lot of blanko while writing and stuff. I think I have OCD. I have this overwhelming need for my writing to be symmetrical, neat and tidy. Yes, I am crazy.

My comeback was supposed to be happy and energetic. But my new motto, "no more drama" allows me no venting in real life. So bear with me on the cyber-level.

So no the world is not ending. I'm happy and energetic even if it is 5 in the morning and mum's hissing at me from her bed. Just a few thoughts I had to pen down before I skipped merrily away to bed.

Yes. Life is good.

I never saw this coming. This was not supposed to happen. I don't know what to do anymore. We were supposed to be the Golden Girls (with our boys). What we had was supposed to last. We were all supposed to graduate, get married together, have kids, have our weekend brunches, our annual getaways, and our kitty parties. We were supposed to grow old together.

And now you guys dont even wanna see each other's faces. You've gone ahead and ruined it all for the rest of us. All I have is memory of thirteen wonderful years to look back to and now, you're managing to ruin even that for me. Thank you so frikkin' much.

And stop asking me to choose. Im caught in the middle. I never asked to be here. All you stupid asses with your mega egoes that doesn't let you work things out with your childhood friends. You are all morons. All of you. Jahil, idiot log.

Get back to me if this makes sense to you.

I've spent the better part of the last two to three years telling my mother I never want to come back and settle down in Q-town. Holidays and all is fine but settling here, no way. Even though I have grown up here, spent 18 yrs of my life here, I still have my reasons for not wanting to come back here. (So dont judge me... )

So yeah, Ive told my mum this over... and over... and over. Only this time did I realize that maybe being so vocal about it was not such a good idea. She's the one who has spent the most time here, in this city, amongst these people, away from her own family, and now, away from all of her daughters. Today she rebelled and refused to get me a ticket for my flight back to karachi. It was initially funny. But then, I tried thinking from where she stood. And it didn't feel all that good. So Dear God, point taken. Keep my mum happy and I shall put a lid on my constant dismissal of what my mother regards as home.