When your Lord is with you and He loves you. And when your family, your parents give you all the love you need, who else do you need? I don't suppose I do. Saves the knowing thing and trust stuff, because you can never know anyone. There always lingers this thing. Family never gives up on you. Ever. So far when I've needed someone the most, it has been my family. And yeah, my adorable friends. Some few of them have been always there and will be, I know.
Sometimes it's better to write it all off rather than holding it inside you.
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Saturday, 25 February 2017
Friday, 24 February 2017
Okay
My mum takes this med, it's named Irecon and this just came to my mind haha. I mean no offense to anyone who has blood pressure but yeah it's the Eye re con. Con not being the crime one but reconnaissance. And yeah re is obviously (not obvv hahahaha) regarding. (I wrote being not at first but then English Language of my dear A-levels lol came to my mind, about how we were talking about real English being lost and its roots etcetera being blurred by the slangs we use these days)
I am so happy to know what they have found out about diabetes treatment! Will post about it when I've read the article and fully.
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
That One Person
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
We shall go
Wherever the road takes us
We shall go
Without asking anything
We will flow
Along this path
Never giving up
And never running slow
It's a phase
Cannot feel low
Where ever the road takes us
We shall go
YES I WROTE POETRY (Even if it doesn't fall into the category) after so long...
Monday, 20 February 2017
Yes, i do
So idk but hopefully I'll be breaking formally my writer's block with a synopsis. The calm! Returning back to my normal self after first two intensely insane college weeks. Projects and workshops, assignments, research and debating and social and personal and blogger and photographic and movie and series and thinking life huhhhhhh lol. Give my self braaaake. Your life is indeed a speck of dust in this universe.
I really loved the first day of typographic workshop from a diligent and intuitively amazing teacher from Isbd campus.
Started reading about Zack Synder (maybe it's Snyder?) Anyway yah. Messed up my PR interview pretty hilariously yesterday morning daymn. Haha. Don't care much. Headache is going away. Cough here to stay for some time. (Rhyming inspired by the fiery sis :P)
So yeah. Bring it awn. I shall teach you. What's it like to mess with me. I'll pass this God's test iA. With all my heart (I swear I feel like I get angina at times -God forbids) but of course my face has gotten fat cuz I took boatloads of cupcake and chocolate for the past few months. I'll do it. Adios.
Sunday, 19 February 2017
All
I'm leaving it all
Don't need to stall
Don't care whatever falls
Whoever calls
I'm leaving it all
PS. Trynna catch up, I really am. The race gets irrevocably intense. Dot dot dot.
Friday, 17 February 2017
Sketchpad, Faith and Battles
All they found on her was a sketchpad, her sunglasses, rings, mobile phone and tissues.
PS. Idk but there's a recent surge of terrorism, news all day keeps blurting about it. Politicians keep talking but still there's such a long way to go. I don't feel scared or afraid of the terror the inhuman and they're-not-even-worth-calling-this (so-called extremists) want to spread, though, it does feel insecure going on buses, in supermarkets, never knowing what could happen. Of course we don't, but there's a certain entailment of these thoughts in the subconscious which creates somewhat restlessness. Life is very much unpredictable. All we can do is let go of everything and live in the moment. And. Have Faith. Believe that He's always protecting us.
PSS. Newzealandia! Just read about it the other day. Prospective eighth continent! Whoaa. So riveting.
PSSS. Pluto hot kicked off the list of planets some years ago! How strikening and peculiar. I'll post more later and soon.
Until then, Godspeed and may the odds be ever in everyone's favor. Well of course except the crazy killers and murderers (terrorists). And may our Army win the battle against them, swipe them from every inch of this amazing nation.
Pakistan. Always.
Pakistan Zindabaad.
Pakistan Paindabaad.
Pun Tales
Terminal illness: Albeit I should not be making fun of it and I mean no hurt whatsoever. Here goes anyway: the illness that a terminal gets when there's too much traffic or snowy days..