missed ju.

Finally i get to blog :P came back from school early today...bio went pretty good :D at least I'll have one A in my result :D slept at 3 yesterday...aur jab soyi the whole night there was this definition in my mind...something about bio...which is not even in our course :P phir subha couldn't get up...came back home early today with hina and khawar...uff nobody told me that i had ink on my face :P thanks God he didn't see me :P So mum and dad were kind of like having a fight...like not a fight fight...but a fight :P ...when they slept this was the last thing they talked about...when i left for school today they were still talking about :P mum wants me to go the farewell and dad doesn't want me too..."It's not important?"...."yes it is...she works hard (as if :P)...and she deserves it...FAREWELL party...once in a year.." and bla bla bla :P so DUH I'm going :P how can I miss it :P even if i wasn't going everybody would force me to come :P because it's me :P thank you thank you :P might be my last year...well I say that like every time :P I tell people I'm going so I don't go :P this time mum is really serious...i don't want to go...but a part of me wants to go...get a new life...see pakistan myself...tired of people telling me about it...well it would be cool :D I'll be alone :D well not alone, most probably with my mums eldest sister...I can do whatever i want :D :P yeah in my limits...but I'm just scared of facing the world all by myself...what if they do something to me :P uff :P stupid thoughts :P there is a reason behind these stupid thoughts too XD i might have been different...
I'm hungry...these days I've been going crazy drinking Berry Cocktail :D its so yummy :D had it with biryani :P and cornflakes :P I was cleaned my room (bhais room) after ages...just because i didn't want to study for chem :P pata tha mujhay k physics mein exam zone say questions aarahay hai :P but phir bi nae kiyay:P hassan told me...aur jab Sarah ko bataya...she laughed her head off :P "Exam zone...hahhahhaa"...Sarah it's all becuase of you i'll fail in physics now :P
chems post mock is on...Wednesday :S ya i think so...sucky...
I'm worried :( what if I'm not able to get 3 A's :( mum dad will be so sad :( i have to make dad happy no matter what...but nae howa tau?
I'm tired *yawn*
bye bye :)

Chrys. baby.

*yawn* yesh and one more thing… I love Chrysler :) every time I go out…my eyes are just searching for that car…and when I see it…I feel satisfied…like I drank water after walking for miles…its like my heart beat :) :P I’m not lying :P not my fault I have a big heart :P did you know our heart Is the size of our fist? That’s so cool…my fist is quite huge :D
-I love you chrys. Baby-you rock-and don’t ya worry-I’m going to own you one day-

*yawwwwwwwnnnn*

Hello…I am in love with you :p bah :P I want to be a bird :D and fly. But the thing is…that I don’t like birds :P when I see a bird walking in the green area…its head moving agay peechay…it is so annoying…I feel like breaking off its neck :P ya ya mean of me :P I feel like smashing it :P or just stepping on it :P buaahhahahaahah (6) but phir yay bi baat ajaati hai k I can never do that…I’m scared…and IF I see somebody doing it…I’d get angry :P and would feel sorry for the poor baby :(

Uff just came back from a party…and this stupid eye-liner and mascara is making me sleepy…so there was this Palestinian girl…was 17 too…beginning mein we were just starring at each other…I found her really pretty and sesky…and was thinking k its time I start losing weight…then I’d be pretty like her…and kertay kertay we talked and talked and talked…and phir she told me that I was really pretty :P aur mein kia kia soch rahi thi :P if she hadn’t said that…I would have actually done something about my fat :P so see there are people who think I’m fine…and no need to lose weight :P

She loved my color…and I HATE my color *g1*…but one good thing...atleast I have less chances of getting skin cancer than SaraH…na na boo boo SaraH :P

So by the end, we became really good friends. She gave me her e-mail address…she was so excited…most probably I will invite her over after the exams…I’m in love with her…we danced to…she looked awesome while dancing :) but she were more interested In mine…she really likes Pakistani and Indian cultures…our dresses…our language…our dance…our beauty…and I think the same for them…weird the way God created human…the way the minds work…the way we perceive things…the way we describe beauty…so many different choices…from cars to dresses to food…I love you

God…at times I feel like hugging him…usually when I’m in bed…I’d say “goodnight God…Love you” and I’d give him a flying kiss…and kabhi ghussa bi ata hai God per…I’d just say…”bus, don’t talk to me!”…yeah silly of me…I don’t know if you can do that or not…I see no harm in doing so…He’s my God…and I have all the right to talk to him…Gosh I feel like screaming out right now :P and say “God I love you!!!” uff :P at times I get these crazy ideas…and I so feel like doing them…this sudden rush…of adrenaline in my blood…BAH…

And usually yay bi hota hai…k I talk to Satan in my head...I can feel his presence in me…telling me to do wrong stuff…and I’m usually saying…”I know its you…”…now am I crazy? :S No naa.

Sigh a hot cup of tea is so relaxing after a tiring day…I never knew I make such good tea :P I mean sab kehtay tau thay…but now when I drink it…I’m shocked…itni yummy tea :P Gosh I love me :) you should love me too :P I’m not kidding…I should get the love…I deserve…because I love people…(with a few exception like dash dash *g1* I hate that S&% #@ % #$@#&...i have short-temper…and mujhay ghussa bi chur gaya hai abi…I feel like strangling him…killing the hell out of time…for all he has done…make him pay back…itni dil chahta hai k I say something to him…make a bad dua for him...and all those with him…but I just can’t XD I can think about it…but I can never speak out those words…because all I know is…never pray bad for somebody…sniff…I hate him…can I say one bad word dudy…please…it will make me feel better…umm..ok?....he’s a kuta :D sigh…I never hate people like that…there’s a reason behind everything…and all I can say is…I can forgive those people who bla bla-ed me…but I can’t forgive somebody…who insults my parents….threatens them…does bad with them…when my poor dad doesn’t even deserve it…thanks to those BA#$%&@# abi is waqt I’m going through living hell…so I just cant wait to grow up…support my parents…be there voice…be there shield…)sigh…I wrote so much…I love my bed :) my bed is my life :) and my life Is special :) special because if I wasn’t here…what would all your lives be without me…

Rija would be stuck with annam :P and she would have nobody to make fun of :)

Sarah would have no one to talk to on the phone with :P nobody to say “I want to talk to someone” (when she’d be talking to me).

Bhai wouldn’t see anyone cry when he’d be coming or going.

Annie wouldn’t have a best friend.

Class kay liyay itnay yummy yummy cakes kon banata?

Haya ko biology main support kon kerta?

Mama ki help kon kerta?

Dad k saath kon chill kerta?

Who’d make awesome tea like me?

Who’d bug mano for internet?

No clown of the class.

Dudy ko tung kon kerta? Naraz kon hota?

OMG! Sniff…*cry1* thank you guys so much :( I love you…never realized I was that important :P so see…love me :) you won’t find another me…

If I read my blog 10 years from now…what do you think…how am I going to react?...”OMG! I was so dumb!” or “did I really write that” or “I can’t imagine myself ever liking that boy!” or “hahhahhahaha I’m still the same”

Most probably…I’m going to be the same…but you never know…everybody changes…I don’t want to change…I love me…well yeah maybe…In some ways I would want to change…sigh…we’ll see…and if I live long enough to have kids…and if my kids read this…don’t you dare think that my mum was so silly :P and you should know that mommy loves you, okay?...I want to be your best friend :) and after you read my blog…I hope you feel the same way for me…gosh pata nae…tub tuk world kahan say kahan tuk poohunch jaega…where will I be…what will I be…who will I be with….OMG! fajr ki azaanay ho rahi hai :O I’ve been writing since 2 :O *stop writing* *Dua* *yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn*

Bored ho gayay/hogayi ho kia? Mano you’d definitely be bored :P I try not to write stuff about me :P but I’m sorry yaar I end up writing about my stuff :P so agar nae acha lagta tau naa parha karo :P I’m not going to kill you or something XD and sarah you too :P mera blog hai :P main jo marzi likhoon :P I love my blog :) it defines me :) and I love you rija for not making fun of my blog :) my fries :) *hugs for rija* girl I love you :) I was telling my Palestinian friend about you…and I was telling her…that I’m proud to have a friend like you…and that I love you…and that if she met…she’d love you too :) I even showed her a picture of us both :) and sarah-my Saudi friend- knows a lot about you too now…showed her all our pictures…telling her so much about you…its true baby…I love you :)

Challo enough :P if I don’t sop now :P I’ll never stop :P ya ya exaggerating :P its almost 5 :O ufff time ko dhaik ker bohut neend ati hai :P

-I love you people-goodnight-sleeptite-sweetdreams-*yawn*-take care-love me :)

(dudy I didn’t have credit to message you goodnight :’( sniff don’t cry dudy :( it’s ok :( hota hai kabhi kabhi :( :P acha acha bye :)

Sarah just liked one post :S :( i loved all of yours :( oh ! i said i wouldn't blog anymore :P ok ok :P

Babies. Grandparents.

Ms. told us today that ultra-sounds...don't usually give the true result...she was telling that one of her friends...had 6 daughters and they wanted a boy so badly...she got pregnant...got an ultra-sound done...and the doctors told her that it's a girl...she got an abortion done...tau later pata challa kay it was a boy...and she went insane...that is just so sad...not that she lost her baby boy...well, that too...but...even if it was a girl...she shouldn't have had done it...babies are a gift from God...ask people who don't even have a single child...when I was born...mum told me that...people used to say..."kis per gayi hai yay!!...kalli..."...and my grandma used to get really angry...she'd say to my mum..."you don't want her...give her to me...I will love her more than you can imagine...you should thank God"....no matter how you look...what you are...your parents will love you...my mum loves me...and she is proud to have a daughter like me...and when I'm alone with her...she's always telling me..."I can feel it...your going to have a bright future...and I know...you'll be the one out of all four...to support us the most in our old age.."....which mother doesn't want her child to have a great future...happy life...sigh...my grandfather loved my brother the most out of all his grandchildren...and my mum's brothers and sisters usually got pissed off...because my grandfather never let anyone touch or scold him...May God give you (my Grandparents) heavens :)

I love you :) and I miss you guys alot...even though I didn't get to spend so much time with you...and I...wish you were alive here with me...*sniff*....every time I think about you guys...I cry...I'm really jealous of people...my friends..who have grandparents...when I don't...I don't care if that's mean or not...I don't care...how long am I going to pretend...I love you :( *hugs*

Want you to see me grow up...getting good grades...want you to tell me...that I look beautiful...hug me...buy me stuff...love me...tell me stories about your childhood...make me laugh...stop mum from scolding me...

I want to...make tea for you(-making tea for people I love has its own fun-)...see you sitting all day long...sigh I love you :(

I just pray that my kids...don't go through what I did...and they love my parents the way I would have loved you...

I feel so incomplete right now without you guys...

Angel.

There’s this kid I really love. Goulo sa hai. Love his red cheeks. MashAllah he has bari eyes. Black hair, and his butt is so cute :P saw him today, and just wanted to cry. Couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted to talk to him, hug him hard, pull his cheeks, but I can’t…I just looked at him wander around looking for his sisters. ( Rija: “do you love him more or Sana?” Me: “him. Sana. I don’t know. Never ask me who do I love more. Other than bhai I don’t know…”)

And when Rija said that she wanted me to have a son like him, whether I end up with my dudy or not…I felt so much love for that little boy…

-I love you boy.

la-laa-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Don’t keep me waiting, Dova la’more,
I sing a love song, I sing it for you alone,
Your thousand miles away…
Come to me baby, don’t keep me waiting, another night without you here and I’ll go crazy…
There is no other…there is no other…no other love can take your place…
Where are you now my love I need you here to hold me…feel my heart beating…I need to hold you in my arms…I want you near me…don’t keep me waiting…
Yeah it’s a song :P I can’t write so good :(
Ok! Yeah! We’re just going to get hot and sweaty in this one! oooh baby! Ladies lets go! Soldiers lets go! Dolls! Are you ready! I know you like me…I know you do…I know you want it…its easy to see…Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me, Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me. Don’t cha! Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was roll like me! Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me! Don’t cha!
I’m high :D I got a D in chemistry :P I want to fly baby. Give me wings. And lift me in the air :P if your shoulders or anything break…it’s not my fault :P
La-laaaaaaa-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Like the movie scene in the sweetest dream…I pictured us together…now to feel your lips, on my finger tips…ever thought it could possibly be…passion is setting me free…from all of my sadness the tears that I’ve cried…I have spent all of my life…waiting for tonight…ooooo….when you will be here in my arms…take my breathe away…love me now and leave me never…lost in your embrace…I want to stay in this forever….tossing and turning…emotions were strong...I knew I had to hold on…
Hayye washroom janna hai :P stay tuned :P
Tonight we dance…I leave my life in your hands…we take the floor…nothing is forbidden anymore…don’t the let the world in outside…don’t let the moment go by…nothing can stop us tonight….bailamos…let the rhythm take you over…bailamos…Te quiro amr mio…bailamos…wanna live this night forever…bailamos…Te quiro amr mio….Te quiroooooooo….i wont be leaving your side…we’re gna dance through the night…
One last song…Dedicated to ME :D
I used to think that I could not go on…and life was nothing but an awful song…but now I know the meaning of true love…if I can see it…then I can do it…if I just believe it…there’s nothing to it…I BELIEVE I CAN FLY…I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY…I think about it every night and day…spread my wings and fly away… I see me running through that open door…I believe I can fly…I believe I can fly…I believe I can fly...
Go girl! Go girl! Go Nosh !!! you’re a great a singer :P

My fiance.

I love my fiancé. Mehreen Zehra.

Me and my cooking.

Welcome, I’m your host Sheena Malik and the worlds best cook :P
Ok ok enough of my lameness. So I’m in love with my cooking. That’s one good thing I can do all on my own. Baking tau meri waisay hi achi hai :D cooking mein InshAllah I’ll get better with time. So I was hungry today and didn’t want to eat what mum had cooked…wanted to eat macaronis…but didn’t want to take out the vegetables…and cut them…and boil the chicken…and shred it…you know me…I can get really lazy at times…So…I made macaronis without those things :D :P…and surprisingly they turned out to be really yummy…I’m not telling you my secret recipe…then you will say anybody can make it like that :P and phir mera mood kharab ho jaey ga :P so for the time being let me be happy thinking I’m a great cook :P I know I am :P Better than Annie atleast…thank you thank you *mwah*.
Show over.

what does a women want?

So I was watching “P.s I love you”. Fazool movie. It was so much fun reading the book with you in school Sarah. So the guy asks Holly that “what does a woman want?” and she replies “I don’t know”. What is it that we need?

Challo lets see what I want in life. Well I might be what you might think as a “typical” girl. BUT. There is no such thing as being a “typical” girl or whatever. It’s what we have created on our own. “She is so nice!” “Did you see her?!!” “She’s different man!!” “Naah, I’m not like the other girls.” WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY “OTHER GIRLS”????? It’s all crap. Time you realize we all our different. So here’s a short list of things I want…

-at the moment I want 3 A’s and make my parents proud.

-I want a new cell and a laptop.

-want my brother to be successful in every path of life.

-want to be the richest lady in the world.

-have baby twins and in all 4 kids and be the best mommy.

-I want to be tall and fair.

-own a chocolate factory.

-build an orphanage.

-want everybody to like me.

-I want an FJ, Hummer, Chrysler, and a Lexus (and which ever car I might like in the future).

-marry a hot, charming, sesky, rich, loving, funny, loyal, intelligent, Dude. (Impossible to find).

-I wish I was like…you all know her…

-I want an easy death.

Well that’s all I can think at the moment. But I want way more than that.

Everybody has dreams. Nobody can stop you from dreaming. But it hurts when your dreams don’t come true. But Don’t lose hope Sheena. I’m with you. I’ll always be with you. Keep dreaming baby!!

Death.

I'd like to share a small secret with all of you...it was silly of me...nothing to hide...so...long time ago...i prayed that...i want to be the first one die...so that i don't live to see people i love dying...I don't want to go through that pain...of losing somebody...call me selfish or whatever you think...because I want others to feel the pain of losing me...and yesterday night...when i was in extreme pain...my back, my shoulders, my neck...ached so badly...
I found myself thinking...am I going to die?...and tears came in my eyes...i could see people crying for me...my mum...dad..bhai...annie and laiba...friends...believe it or not...i could feel the pain...and sadness...life goes on...nobody is going to stop for me...I'm not going to stop for anybody...it just hurts to think about death...
(I Love You-needed ju but ju were sleeping :P)

Jane Eyre.

So God created, with all those typical features of purani loag. AND. he put her in the wrong century!! ghalat zamany main bhaij dia :O so when i see her...she reminds me of Jane Eyre...with those puffed up curly hair...clean plastic skin...walks as if pata nae kia hai...she wasn't supposed to be here:P well that's what i think...

2nd April

Good day. (Dudy you ruined it in the end *g1*). Chilled with Rija and phir Sarah and Fari came. Fari, I can’t believe you are so scared of cats. I was scared in the beginning, but phir I was fine.

I just need time with things. Animals. Humans. In the end I just start loving them. Janay ka dil nae ker raha tha. Was talking to deej and dudy. And was talking with Imli (Rija ki cat-who’s pregnant :D). Dad and Annie kept on calling, and I put my cell on silent. Seriously I love Rija too much :P (Sarah: “nosh stop exaggerating”)- me iz thez wanted to stayz (Hassan style). BUT. Because mujhay kissay nay (Dudy) angry ker dia tha, tau mein uth gayi :P bahir niklay tau itna acha weather tha. Sigh. Love you God. I wanted to fly again. Just want to fly. Just once. I want to feel it. Be in the air. Look down. Smile. Close my eyes. Open my arms. Take a deep breath. (not copying Heroes :P)

Came back. And nobody scolded me. Aur phone ker ker kay sab thuk gayay thay. Uff. Had fun in faisliyah. Funniest part tha when we 4 were passing by an undergarments shop…tau I was looking somewhere and yay 3 said look at your right, and right side per shop thi…and I turned and dhaika k wahaan itni achi tareekay say Bra’s rakhi howi thi :P and we started laughing so loudly and these 2 guys standing there were like “tut-tut-tut” (it was their shop)…later we went 3 times to that side…and every time we passed by…and whenever those guys looked up we all went like “tut-tut-tut”…and aik dafa the short one got angry and asked us…”why are you laughing at my shop?”…gosh…it was like the history was repeating itself…because last time we went to Faisliyah with Rahim and Khadija…there were these guys shooting…me and Rahim went crazy and were going infront of the camera again and again...”wannabes”…is dafa bi there was this girl taking interviews…we talked to her and she was JUST 15…cool…so she asked

Us questions…the cameraman was kind of cute :P

That reminds me:

Rija: “what if I get engaged to my cameraman!! How hot!!”-with a big smile.

Faryal: “How cheap!!” and we all start laughing again…

Sarah was going to die today…she loves cats…but poor thing is allergic to them…khaarish ker ker k thuk gayi thi…then the cat scratched her foot…then we were walking on the road…it was all wet…and pata nae she got an electric shock from this wire…and she couldn’t feel anything…uff…Sarah may God give you heavens…

Deej called…phir ussay video conv. Bi howi…it was fun…wouldn’t stop showing her my eyes:P…and she so wanted to see somebody smack my…ahem ahem :P…so Rija aur mein slow motion mein lagay howay thay…

The day passed by so quickly…pata hi mae challa kia kiya…

Rija’s birthday. Rain. Junk food. Fari. Sarah. Khadija. Rija. Me. Cameras. Music. Aur kia chahiyay.

Uff this stupid eye-liner and mascara is making me sleepy. *yawn*.

I love you Bhai.

And I love Rija.

And I love Sarah. (and Hassan)

And I love Fari. (and her brother :P)

And I love Deej. (and Elyan)

And Imli and Ferby.

And I love my baby boy-whose name Rija and me kept Khidar (I LOVE that name :D)-(we love him abi say hi, seriously…abi tau pata nae kitny years paray hai uskay born honay may :P ayga tau tub usko kitna love karain gay…sigh…mela baby)

And I love the WHOLE world EXCLUDING Dudy.

So all I’m trying to say is…I don’t love you dudy *g1*

Goodnight EVERYBODY EXCLUDING Dudy.

*Mwah* EVERYBODY EXCLUDIND Dudy.

*Hugs* for EVERYBODY EXCLUDING Dudy.

Dudy has time for ICT…and Mishal, Hajra, that grade-8 girl, and Sarah Tariq, Azhar, Iqra...time for everybody but me :( you talk when YOU feel like talking…what about poor me…Rija I DO wuv dudy…and I’m not hiding it…even though I do talk to other cows :P…and horse 2…I think, is you know bla bla bla :P …don’t want to say anything else…(Rija, it was so not cute :S)…and…I’m sorry…if I was rude with ju dudy…

Ok dudy :P I’m sorry too…thanks for that…

Ush.

left orange juice= Rija
right orange juice= SaraH
red slush at the back= Faryal (with her middle finger coming out)
red slush sab say agay is tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa= ME!!

Horses

I like Horse 1. Horse 2. Horses 1. Horse 2. Horse 1. Horse 2. Horse 1. Horse 2. Wuv both.

Meet randomly- no I don’t like him, just talking aisay hi-

Fiends on facebook- just like that-

MSN- no rija, we are just friends-

Talking more and more-he’s like my brother rija-

Sigh-

I love him-

You were right-

always happens like this.

Crunchy Crunchy.

Tadaaaaaaaa.

my bday cake :D i made it
then laiba's :D i didnt make it :P
and my dessert :D T.G.I.F.

cheesecakes. yummy.

i lowe cheesecakes...hmmmm-yea,point to be noted-what don't i like...

blog- my new baby

Dear Blog,
your my life now :)
love you loadzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

2nd April

2^nd April, 2009, century.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIJA!!!!!

Our Cow.

Our Jay.

Our Fries (I’m the pepper and Sarah is the salt)

Our Galaxy (right? I just remember calling Sarah “Vanilla snickers” and you calling me “Flakes”)

Our Chandni.

Congratulations your finally 17. But you still look like a kid :P

I’m really proud to have a friend like you :)

May God Bless You Rija.

And I lowe ya baby.

auxin, H20, and my dear friends.

long time ago ki baat hai..time when rija used to take biology...ms sameena asked her: "rija what is H20?" my dear friends walk towards the board...and writes " H I J K L M N O"
and when Sarah say poocha gaya..."what will happen if we put auxin on our hand?" (auxin-a hormone in plants for growth)
reply from my smart idiot was : " ms, our hands will start growing plants"
OMG!! my silly little friends :)
God give you brains :P
howww qwweeeeeet :)

mela babyy

So according to Rija…when I’ll be giving birth…my baby is going to come out…with hair and beard…in shalwar qameez…and he’ll be wearing a “topi”…and as fast as he will come out…he’ll say…“ATHAA-LA-MU-ALAIKUM AMMA”…and he’ll start praying…how qweeeeeet XD…love you my baby…
(and I’m so not going to have kitty the way you described rija :P)

hum hai hi aisay

Physics was so boring…she keeps on saying we don’t have time we don’t have time…and phir more than half the lesson goes in saying that…and just complaining and saying that are class is nothing but a disappointment…I guess we are…can’t help it…God made sure that all the beautiful brainless idiots were in the same class…our class IS the MOST hottest class in the school…thank you thank you *mwah*…everybody is pretty…not to forget us 3 motis…yeah so more than half the class was gone for the chem. Test…and we 3 were stuck with ms. Rubilla…boli ja rahi thi bole ja rahi thi…”ju guys understand….just a disappointment...you guys are not putting in the effort like the A2 girls…boys hai…see when you go to the universities…you will have to face boys…ju will be at a better level…”-Bla bla bla.

So I had the stapler in my hand…I so wanted to staple my thumb-crazy, I know-BUT I didn’t have the courage to do it, because I’ve done it once before and DAMN it hurts. That day bi maybe I was angry…went running to bhai screaming…blood pouring out of my thumb…just want to feel the pin...pierce through my skin…and see the blood…satisfy my hunger…but the thing Is…I’m a…bachi…darpoke…khair blood freaks me out…

koochee ko

So there are these kids…3…mum drops them home everyday from school…because there doesn’t come home till 6 or something and there mum usually has duty in the hospital…the youngest one is 3…but he says he’s 4…Damn adorable…speaks like : “phil ayga”, “shtorm aya tha”, “kha la ho na”…sigh I feel like eating him…and hugging him so tightly…but DUH I can’t…I love kids…

my heartbeat

Mishal: “ kabhi larkiyon wallay shoes phen liya karo”

Hiba: “gundi”

Nosh: “WHAAAATTT!!! I love these shoes”

So I wear my darling joggers everywhere-and I mean everywhere. I have them since grade-8…phupho send them to me from England…and since then I’ve been wearing them without laces. My life-ufff, kia kia meri life hai-is in these shoes. (Sarah: “ exaggeration”)

Hayye melay babies…

Anger

Got scolded like every second of the day- yea I’m exaggerating. It was the worst day of AS I had till now. Last color day tha, expected it to go good. But alas. It didn’t. subha subha I got angry because my mum didn’t let me put eye-liner. Hmph. I’m still angry on that. Then…all was good and fine…till ms. Rubilla called Amna and Zonia outside…they got scolded for wearing tights…and then…ms. Rubina came in the class and made Hiba, Hajra and Amna wear their abayas…because their sleeves were small…gosh give us a break…the teachers point was that there are boys in our school…and it does not look good…and the funny thing is…that boys in the girls wing are no more then 10 years old…no more eye-liners, mascaras and eye-shadows…we waited our entire-okay, not exactly entire- life to come to this stage and do what WE LIKE…but nae our school had to make stupid rules…and you can’t even open your hair…teachers point of view is…that small girls are being influenced by you guys…be a good role model for them…hamara kia hai phir? Hamaray role models kon hai? Teachers who gossip? Teachers who wear jeans themselves and don’t like it when their students do? Teachers who suspect us even if we did nothing? Teachers who make fake accounts on facebook and add their students to see if they have guys or not?...it’s so frustrating….grade 7 ki girls…they do far more make-up than we do…dump school to meet guys…the thing is…teachers of our school…never…liked AS…they have this personal grudge against us…no matter how hard we try to please them…its just useless…we don’t say anything to them out of respect…they should respect us too…well…think it this way…maybe they think we talk to boys…or whatever…because they did the same when they were our age…I’m sleepy…*yawn*