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Thursday, 30 July 2015

It's just very consequential!

What follows is a quirky poem so read it at your discretion. Lol, I have no idea how it came to me. Must investigate. Anyway, it was dead of the night, and darkness befell me. I was alone. Lying on a red sheet. Hence, my mind drifted into somewhere I didn't myself know. Lulz. The thingy will be posted soon. 

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

So blatantly adoring

I think; in suffering is the beauty of life and in endurance the thrill of it all... 

Pronto!

Sometimes I just wonder and am so relentless for everything to just happen pronto and get done with it all like a whirlwind, but then the reality dawns upon me that when all that is keeping me hold on, wait, think and all, when it ends, what will there be left to do? So I suppose things, all of them are there for an unknown mystical reason. It's somehow a little bit annoying albeit it passes soon. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. I really want to help people, work with cancer kids, stand on the road tell those trashing around to have a brain. Brainless beings, just like me haha. Work at a pizza joint. Meet this person, meet that person. Twirl over in the wind. Make a documentary about the Pakistani army. And when I do, I'd not regret getting a bullet um in my leg, I mean neck would be too brutal so... Do this, do that, do this do that.......... Gawsh. Something... Not this wasting away like this, please! A strict inequality - division slash-three.

^ Oh, I miss you too, Johanna.


And you ALLLL!


Note: (I apologize beforehand; if my, addressing humans like this causes discomfort to anyone) 

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Foxcatcher

And all that time I thought it was Bruce Willis on that small Foxcatcher poster thingy on my rooms' door! Oh God hahahaha. Lol. Well, until I saw the movie. That feeling of Patriotism by the way. The Blue, Red and White flag. <3 


PS. I am about to explodeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Lalalalalalalalala

Thursday, 23 July 2015


Carry The World

Alors, marre! Bored ennuyer ennuyer!


But I have my own world to carry so I suppose that's something I'll have to cease to afford. :P 

I don't know, but I miss Peeta. A Lot. :'( 

Ergo, Accio chocolate chip! 

Oh God

I could just stare at some pieces forever. So... *Wordless here* xD  





Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Oh come on Peeta! She's not a mutt, for crissakes. :S 

Monday, 20 July 2015

THIS IS WAR. YOU GET ME. THIS. IS. WAR!!! YOU IDIOT LIZARD'S BABY! 

I suppose that's how it goes

Sometimes I wonder or maybe wondered that you could just erase some stuff, some people from your memory and try to let go and lose yourself in everything and anything you do, it's so amazing to be with yourself, and just get swayed by the stuff you do for your own self. It's not egotistical or indifference, but peace and calm and a justifiable thingy. Yes you do and you get very happy and all adamant about never giving up hope and you never do, but it never does go away does it? You have to live with it every moment if your life, what and whom you know. The people who are not there, who were, some times and some things. I suppose that's how it goes. It hurts, a lot at times, but we must hold onto our strength and smile and be glad that whatever has happened is good for and strive for the best of times even if our world seems to be masked by something dementing. It does end someday. I hope I end mine with a big smile. So yeah. It will be okay.

PS. :) 

The Hunger Games

It never matters if you go too far. Just go where your heart takes you. There you shall find peace. And in that is life. 



I like you so much Katniss! Josh Hutcherson too. And it was so awesome to see Sam Claflin in Catching Fire. Hearts. In your face, Snow. Not you, Jon. Wasn't talking about you. And that track! I knew it was COLDPLAYS'! Atlas. <3 I love you very much Coldplay. So soothing and relaxing. Whoa. Such good treats. Thank you God, in this messy world of wee bits of this stuff. :')


xx 

Saturday, 18 July 2015

Oh Si!

EstĆ” bien ser una segunda prioridad tal vez. Mejor que no ser una prioridad en todos. Altera Lame.
: P 

Eid Mubarak!

Eid Mubarak, Human beings on the green and blue planet, called Earth that is near Venus. Tis' the festival of harmony, happiness, endurance and love. Eid is the festival, a celebration which marks the month of Fasting 'Ramazan' in Islam. It's exhilaratingly beautiful, the true essence of these days.



And we must always remember those who have departed and those who cannot celebrate it the way we do. Wear what we wear and eat what we eat.


Mesmerizing! Everything Muslims are proud of. 



I feel this intricate and inner joy and satisfaction when Eid comes after Ramazan and this year after the previous one I am glad I felt this way cuz last year well. Haha. Its irrelevant now. It so nice to meet everyone and eat eat eat what you cease to eat in the normal days.


Vermicelli (Calles seviyaan mostly, in the Indian subcontinent. Its a type of Pasta though) 

I like these floating ones more than the thicker ones. Uh-oh I drank too much cold-drinks despite of my no-drinks policy. xD Well, no worries, I suppose. My baby and baby cousin made my eid. Such gorgeous and handsome lovelies. And that sunset! Like awhhh. But I'm planning to not get the Arq Mehndi again btw. So much itching afterwards lol. 

Image source: Google. 

Friday, 17 July 2015

Life would be so much easier without a phone..... 

And I am Goneeeeeeeeeee

I am not there anymore! SO much relief. Sighs. I deleted my Facebook forever. Maybe I'll switch it back on to let some people know but yes. I shall stick to my decision. Phew. 

The Sixth Letter in Alphabet

I wrote this last night, but a power-cut ergo the delay. Anyway, what does it matter: 

That idiot stalker baby lizard! I'm a prisoner in my own room! NOOOOOOOOOOO! Help help help help. It is there, quiescent, like a statue at Madame Tussauds or perhaps a Peacekeeper is preventing me to start a rebellion in District Lunashire. What the sixth letter in the English alphabet. -.- And after two days of exasperatingly humid and intensely hot days, it's raining like God has plans to pour the seas, on us sinners. I cannot open the door or that big one might come in!!! Lalalalalalala. My eyes are like Toms, and they feel like taped to my forehead. I just can't close them, but am in dire need of sleep. Oh come on, you. Sleep. Please. Pretty please. I had to club these down cuz yeah I had to. 

Thursday, 16 July 2015

It's very nice by the way when a book store owner you have a rapport with give you a wholesale discount. :D 
OG GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! MY FRONTAL LOBEEEEEEEE! PLEASE STOP! 

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

LETS PERSIST. All the way through the times. It will be a good time indeed. No matter what. If it's not. Let's make it good. 

Saturday, 11 July 2015

Catnip times

Katniss Everdeen ! You're so classy. I like you.

This, though:

The Night In Pink

It's Eleven in the night and what masks where this soul dwells is a ravingly pink sky. Maybe the cool and soothing breeze will just blow it away. Let us hope so. :')

PS. The title just moves me towards Sherly! Come on Christmas! Quick. Quick. Quick. 

Friday, 10 July 2015

I eat my 'Dates' apparently

My alters were talking this other day with me. I just take a date or two with liquids at the iftaar. And they said: You eat your 'dates'?! xD 
Go Kangaroos! :D 

Oh Bonkers!

Oh bonkers! I used my night-cream as the day one while on my way to BARKI road. See what I did there? Lol. I think maybe they should change the address to 'barki' road as per the signs say. xD 

Friday, 3 July 2015

Ghosts.2

I think I should and I must delete my Facebook account forever. It's just so draining. Like people... More like Ghosts, peeking in your room when you're changing and doing something solitary. Albeit it's not everyone, but most of them. I'd prefer genuine and honest friends rather than electronic friends. Seriously, this other day I was thinking, let's suppose one dies. Who'd really know lol?  Well, perhaps after days or whatever, but my theory and uh in fact reality stands resolute, who'd and how'd your folks actually come to know that you're going underground now haha. And then with those updates they think and you think too you know whats happening in their life but you DO NOT! Being with someone in person and talking with them about sth, and on the other, reading about their lives and all that it's very different. I don't even want to write about this anymore. Who'd get it anyway. Except.. I don't really know. I just don't. I miss you doves. </3 

Pakistan Army Train Disaster

SO extremely devastated by the train wreck in Gujranwala yesterday. Every army-man lost is a huge stab in my heart. I have absolutely infinite respect for every person in my army. Yes, it's my army. It's Pakistan's army. Ergo, my army. My people.

Preposterously disgusting and bigoted of the media to discuss the blame games and politics, so-called thirty five punctures and other bs whilst the search is being done for the diligent men who defend you. Tsk tsk.

To be continued...