Happy n Tagged!

I was tagged by Sarah =) ... months ago.

Anyway, this is fun!

The rules are

1. Name a song that makes you happy - a song you would listen to if you needed a sudden injection of happiness

2. Post an image that makes you smile. It can be anything - a silly photo, an image taken from the internet, anything at all that puts a smile on your face (and isn't too rude!).

Soo..

There are so many songs i love to listen when am happy (not to mention singing, when am alone, in my special mouse-like voice)

So, can i choose 2? *yes you can!* Yay!

Umm.. so they would be

You're the music in me =) from HSM2

and..

David Cook's This Time Of My Life.. It's a great song! Do listen to it (whoever bothers to read my blog)

And about the picture..

Pon and Zi can always make me Smile with all their cuteness and dumbness =)

And.. This Graffiti by Sana =)

also Hafsah's Bikinied-nail picture would make me smile.. Would upload if i had it =P

Other things would just complete my happiness:

Being an Elf

Holidays

A nice book to read

a nice movie to watch

Nice talkie with my friends

Yummy food

Clothes n stuff!

And.. Yay!! Am a happy girl =D


Next I tag Sana, Hafsah and Coral!

You can break rules too =)

Felix, The Man

Okay, I had just given the physio viva and guess wasn't in the right state of mind to come up with this! It is so weird and stupid that am kind of embarrassed to post it. Sana and Hafsah (the only visitors of my blog), you can laugh, i did too, but tell me if this should go to recycle bin? =] *won't mind a bit*

*Weird MUSIC*

Felix was on the stage with a huge smile pasted on his face. He blinked several times and laughed at the miracle. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His dream has come true. He was on the stage! On the stage!!

‘It’s Showtime, Felix dear’ a beautiful lady dressed in purple smiled his way.

Wow, Felix looked at her astounded, she just called him dear. He stared at her and she stared back at him.

‘Felix!’ a shout broke away their stare and they both glanced towards the source of the voice.

It was a pretty woman all shimmering pink and silver and seemed very angry.

‘Felix, what are you doing with her?’ she demanded.

‘Uh....’ Felix was confused.

‘Hey, I am his agent and his friend, I have every right to be here with him on his Big day,’ the purple lady took one of his arm and glared at the pink lady.

The pink lady growled and took his other arm. ‘Whatever. He was my friend first’

Whoa! Felix couldn’t believe his luck. Two beautiful ladies were fighting over him.

BuzzzzzzZzzzz.

buzzzzzzzz

Buzzzzz…

Huh? What’s this sound; Felix looked about him and was shocked to see the two ladies were emitting such a horrible sound. Just like mosquitoes. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced through his neck. The purple lady just bit him. Oh boy, she got such beautiful fangs…

Felix shooed away the mosquitoes around him and turned to sleep on his shoulder.

Just five minutes more.. five minutes.. five minutes… he told himself as he scratched his neck. He was having a nice little dream.

The sun had arisen a long time ago. Men kissed their wives and were working hard to earn bread. Mothers dropped their children at schools and were off to their daily chores. Children were busy scribbling down whatever their teachers were writing on the blackboard. A boy winked at a girl he fancied and she blushed a color of cherry.

But Felix was dreaming. Mosquitoes had turned into butterflies and he was singing a song in his pure crystal voice, all around him people were cheering for him, going crazy. He only had to smile at a girl and she would faint with happiness. Women were dying for his autographs and guys admired him. He was The Man in there!

Tringgggg… TrIiinnnng… TriiiinnnnnGgG…

Felix groaned. Yawning he looked at the watch. It read 9:30 AM. His interview was at 10:30. Loads of time to get ready, he said to himself. He forced himself out of the bed and took a long shower. He tried to sing the song he sang in the dream and sounded terrible but he didn’t know. He smiled, satisfied.

9:50 AM

Felix went through his cupboard. He was very tight fisted with money, he never buy clothes until he had just one set of clothes remaining, when it would get threadbare.

The green sweatshirt won’t look good…

His black t-shirt made him look very attractive but was kind of rough.

The red and white checkered shirt was the only shirt left, now. It would go with his black trousers.

He wished he had the suit he was wearing in his dream. He looked wistful for a moment. When the moment was gone, he was whistling happily.

10:00 AM

Felix thought he looked good as he checked his image in the mirror. The mirror had several cracks; if you close closely the cracks gave the mirror a shape of a sparrow. Felix knew that, and he was proud to own such a mirror.

Felix wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was cute in a way pandas are cute. His slanted eyes were a color of a murky swamp, his jet black hairs were unruly and wavy, they never settle down giving him almost an untidy look and his dark lips, almost purple, were thin.

Felix gazed at the mirror while he ran the brush through his hair, praying all the time… “No, please God! Don’t force me to put hair gel on my cursed hair. No, I can’t take it. I had rather die. Hair Gel… Argh... I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

As if God listened to him, his hair started to look peaceful on his head. A huge smile crinkled his eyes and the pearly teeth shone. He did a little dance and winked at the mirror... Alas, his hairs were unsettled once more. Sheer rage took over him and he threw the brush forcefully on the mirror, screaming at the top of his lungs. The mirror, frightened, shattered on the floor in million of tiny pieces….

For a minute Felix wasn’t sure what had happened. His sparrow, the mirror sparrow... he killed it or it had just flew away? He was confused. He was full of regret, why did he have to lose his temper over such a small thing? He sobbed as he close his finger around the piece of mirror, and then he started to bleed. However, when he saw his tearful eye winking at him through the broken piece mirror, he cheered up. He was beautiful.

10:10 AM

It was the dream come true. The purple lady was sitting beside him. Felix felt like he was in seventh heaven. His interview would start in five minutes but he had long forgotten about it, his eyes, his ears, his heart, his mind were just for this Dream Lady. He gazed at her with adoration, not noticing how she was feeling about it. Uneasy, uncomfortable and angry. How rude he was!

The Purple “dream” Lady cringed as he sighed deeply. Felix misunderstood that she was just being shy. In his mind, Felix was already married with her and even had a few babies.

‘Mr. Felix Man??’ a cold voice broke into his mind. He opened his eyes and blinked. An old woman was looking at him reprovingly. What an ugly woman, Felix smirked.

‘Mr. Man, Ms. Buzzy would like to see you now,’ she told him sternly.

‘Oh, okay,’ he made no attempt to get up. How can he leave his Purple Lady. He hated being torn between the choices of life. Money or woman?

“Mr. MAN!!!,’ the old woman yelled and stamped her foot loudly. She scared Felix; he got up and threw a glance over his purple lady. She sighed with relief. He was going at last.

Felix’s heart made a funny thumping noise and butterflies seemed to be awake in his stomach. Oh Man! She was going to miss him badly. But my dear lady, I’ll be back to get you.

He entered the Room.

Interview

The Room had a mirror… a Sparrow Mirror just like he had. Felix wanted it. Wanted it badly.

Ms. Buzzy had a stern ‘no nuisance’ face and she was munching on a carrot. She smiled which showed her crooked teeth when Felix entered the Room. He was the most handsome person she had ever seen. It was Love at first sight…

‘Mr. Man,’ she wanted to dance with happiness. Such a beautiful name. Man.. Man. So manly.

Felix didn’t like her. Why is she whispering at him, why those wistful gazes and sighs? Very suspicious. Argh... He hated her. After hair gel, she was second on the list. No, he didn’t want this job. But the mirror, how could he leave it? There has to be a way.

‘Good morning, Ms. Buzzy,’ he shook her hand and settled down on the chair. Her name made him think of mosquitoes that always ruined his lovely dreams. He hated her even more.

‘Can I get you something?’ she almost added ‘dear’ but caught her tongue in time.

‘Yes?’ said Felix ‘This mirror’ he pointed at the wall.

‘You wanted that broken Mirror?’ she raised an eyebrow.

‘Yes’ God! He disliked her more. He never wanted to see her again.

‘Sure,’ she smiled sweetly; she would do anything for him. For this Man, anything! ‘Go on. Take it, its all yours,’

Felix didn’t know how to react. What a generous woman! Giving away the sparrow mirror to an unknown person. Her generous act melted his heart and he couldn’t fathom why he hated her.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

Ms. Buzzy fired the old woman and appointed Felix as her new secretary.

Felix didn’t see the purple lady again for six months. When he did he was greeted by a huge slap on his face and was called a creep. He was broken hearted. Just for a week.

The End...

The New Start

On Christmas Eve Felix and Ms. Buzzy were having a quiet dinner in a restaurant. Felix was happy and he liked Ms. Buzzy very much now. They were best of friends.

Ms. Buzzy was going to propose him after dinner, if he said no, she’ll survive. At least she hoped so.

………………………………………………………………………………………………

Felix said yes. He loved the little sparrow ring!

On their wedding Felix wore a murky green tuxedo. Ms. Buzzy wore a pink and silver shimmering dress. She looked pretty enough (only if she kept her mouth shut, her teeth weren’t a pretty sight). She felt she was the luckiest person; at last she was Mrs. Man. It was a dream come true.

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LoL :P

Vapours

She walks on a never ending path, unknown of her destination. It’s like a narrow tunnel where darkness prevails yet there is something which lightens her way. There are tiny doors leading to different worlds, they are colorful... Red, yellow, purple, orange, blue... You name it, however they are all locked. And she never tries to open them, she doesn’t want to. She waits for times when a particular feeling engulfs her, a nice warm feeling of someone she has gotten and lost. It whispers in her ears, strokes her hairs and kisses her cheeks. When it is chilly it surrounds her like a lover’s arms, she takes in the warmth hungrily. When it’s hot it becomes her cool breeze.

She wants to hold it. She needs it so badly. She reaches out for it only to find nothing… Oh it never wipes away her tears

Then it goes away leaving her alone. Her body and her mind scream for it, begging it to come back. It never listens to her. She stops walking, drops down on the ground, eyes soulless, face drawn. Her light goes out. Silently she prays. Wishes there will be a monster lurking in the darkness which could eat her up. Let there be a school of bats which could suck on her blood. Or all the walls will come tumbling down crushing her bones. She wishes to die. She doesn’t. Frustrated she cries and cries, not knowing what to do, where to go, where to find peace. Her wings of freedom are ripped off; she is trapped forever for she has lost her heart… the command.

The false words she believed are the cause. A tingling touch, a smile, a whisper... You are mine

Yes. She is someone else’s, not hers. She lost herself a long ago.

So there are bridges of sighs and oceans of tears she has created...

It has come back. It laughs playfully and teases her. She smiles a little and dries her eyes. It circles around her making her feel loved and alive. The twinkle is back in her eyes and she stands up. Strong… It flies away from her. She runs after it. Stumbling, falling laughing, crying, screaming. Intoxicated.

She believes she will have it one day. This makes her move on.

It laughs at her foolishness, for it’ll never be hers. It is like a vapour, it scatters.

Cause Am Cooler than the Black Cat

I don't hate cat, i think they are soft, cute and cuddly. Am a cat-less person, and i want one very badly. I squeal when i see little balls of furs, the cats. I want to hold them and play with them. Aren't they just like babies?But am not going to be an old woman with 27 cats. No way. Because they can be annoying as hell. This hungry weird black cat and I hate each other. We first met during my mid terms, It was 3 AM and I was about to fall asleep on the physio book, flat, when I heard a swishing voice, I looked about myself and saw the black cat. With the speed of light, from the floor I was on the bed, under the covers shivering like a mouse.. Screaming "mummy, mummy'. You see i was shocked. Where on earth did this cat come from? I was sure it was a witch in disguise. No one came to my help, and I drifted off to sleep in just a few minutes. Physio was long forgotten. In the morning the large loaf of bread was lying injured on the floor.

Since then I often 'feel' and see the cat wandering around my house in the darkest hours of night. I know it's not a witch, still it's quite creepy catching a cat on your dining table nibbling on a banana at 4 in the morning eying me like I am trespassing on her property. Occasionally it brings some stuff (very gross stuff, I should say) as a gift and I just wish it would stop visiting my home like some queen of a faraway land.
Okay so this was quite stupid.. But i had nothing else in mind.

I wonder why it never miaows...

Elf Who Disappears

Vamp Girl has been wondering about the Elf. Why does she often disappear? Too bad she's not the Real magical creature. The Elf is no Eragon out to kill the evil king. She's not working in any factory making shoes for human. Nor her songs make the plant dance and grow. She just happen to be an 18 years old girlie with a heartless computer

*elf is disappointed*

Btw there's to used be my special plant in college. Am sure it'd have danced if i sang to it. I never did. Oh well.

Okay,so this month my PC was hospitalized about 5 times. The stupid doctor format all the drives and I lost all the stuff I've been saving for about four years! The anime wallpaper I loved has now been replaced by XP's boring one. My stories (so what if they were incomplete!) are gone. And I know i cannot write them again *sniffles*

Anyway.

*elf wants to be cheerful*

Talking of stories I wrote one today. Kind of sad (and weird). I might post it, soon. Then there's this funky Miss Misty Blue, her story am sure I will never be able to complete!

Got two months till papers *screams. Want to run away* and am not studying. I hate DM, physio is scary, anatomy bores me and biochemistry.. Don't talk about it.

The Elf wants to meet Vamp Girl and BFG soon before she drowns in the sea of books!

This is just a short boring post, I know I will vanish now for quite a time *hope not* but i will be back too!

Whoa.. BFG calling ^^
Cya!!

The Pool Of Love

Grey was born to spread hatred. He hated everything single thing in this universe. He hated to see the sun rising, making the world bright and sunny, and leaving him exposed. He hated to see rain pouring from the sky, making cheerful drip drop sounds, shunning away his own sounds of cries. He hated the sea when waves would come splashing on the shore, striking the rocks and going back taking away the sand and erasing his name he had so painfully written. He hated the stars when they twinkle and sparkle in the darkness of night. He hated the moon’s round shiny face, always so cheerful unlike him who was always angry and violent. He hated himself...Hating it when he’d make someone cry, hating it when he snatched away the love from someone, hating it when he’d to face his father, the king of hatred. He hated his purpose of life. He hated his life.

But that was his past. Now Grey isn’t like that. He doesn’t hate anything now, except hatred itself. Grey is now happy. He is loved by all and he loves others around him. Now he loves the Sun and Sea. Often you’ll find him talking to them. He rides on moonbeams at night and enjoys dancing in the rain. He swims with the fishes and when the stars twinkle, he flies towards them and twinkles brightly. Surrounded by thousands of stars, he becomes the brightest star.

His life changed paths when he was given a mission to remove all the love from the universe.

His father had said in loud and pure evil voice of his, ‘Go, my son, and kill all the love that is resting in the hearts of the beings …enhance the wars which are now taking place in this world. This is the perfect chance. They’re weak at this moment and we’re powerful. Make them hate each other …Go, my son, go …And make us proud.’

Grey’s mother, resting her head on his father’s shoulder had smiled lazily, nodding her head, making it clear not to disappoint them. Grey bowed and went to start his mission full of spirits. Now, Grey was smart but this time he couldn’t come up with a clever scheme. He stole some sun rays and rode on them to find the pool of love. He could see it, beating in the sky, all colorful and happy. That was the problem; he couldn’t bear the pain when he flied towards the pool of love. All the love made him weak. He decided that he couldn’t go home defeated. He sat on a star unaware that it was broken, and began to think. With a sudden jolt the star turned upside down making him fall …...he glanced downwards and saw a brownish and bluish planet, which was also green at some places. It was Earth, he remembered, his father had took him to Earth once when he was young. He’d told him most of the love was found here. It was Earth who had made them weaker. An evil smile flickered across his face. He let himself fall, thinking at the same time. He landed with a bump on the grass. He looked around and saw beautiful flowers blooming, dancing slightly due to the cool breeze. The sky was the mixture of orange and purple, it was twilight, he realized. Soon it’ll be dark and then he’ll begin to work. He looked at the little red rose, swaying dangerously. It was pleading him to go away, leaving the world as it is. He touched it softly whispering the words …the little rose withered and died. Grey smiled satisfyingly and stood up. He found himself in front of a door. He turned the knob, trying to open it. It was locked. He moved around the house and saw a window which stood open, a white silk curtain fluttering in the wind. He walked to the window and climbed inside into a room. It was a small room, too comfortable for him, he thought as he looked at colorful cushions on an orange sofa. The fragrance of flowers was suffocating him; he glared at the flowers in the vase making them wither. The pictures that were hanging on the walls were the reminders of happy moments. He quickly walked to another room, which was dark except for the moonlight coming from the window. A little boy of about 3 sleeping in the bed, his hand held by a young woman who was weeping softly. The boy’s face looked pale and lifeless. His face was full of innocence and love, Grey felt something he’d never felt before. He felt sad. He quietly sat on the bed and touched the boy’s skin. He trailed his finger on his cheek. It was soft but cold. Grey, for the first time, wished that he could do something to help this little boy. He wanted him to live happily, not die so young. The boy’s breathing was short and rasp. The woman wept harder as the boy shivered in his sleep. Grey reached for his other hand and clasped it with his palms. He uttered the magic words …for the first time using it for someone else not for himself. He fixed his eyes on the boy’s face and kept saying the words again and again. The words which had never failed him before were now looking useless. He’d healed severe injuries several times with them in seconds, but why couldn’t they help this boy? He cursed silently as nothing happened. He got up; taking one last look on the woman and the boy he left the bleak home.

He was tired and was sure he didn’t want to go back home to face his parents again. He lay under the tree and closed his eyes and slept restlessly, dreaming of all the evil deeds he’d done all his life...Never giving a toss what he was doing. He saw the boy being buried in the ground by the black hooded men, the red rose clutched in the boy’s hand. The mother cried as they covered the boy’s face with dirt, she screamed telling them to stop. They were closing the lid of the coffin, when the boy opened his eyes. Smiling sadly, he threw the rose in the air. Her mother caught it, suddenly looking old and tired. The hooded men closed the lid hiding the boy’s white face and blue helpless eyes from the view. The boy couldn’t breathe. He gasped for air, but there was no air. What was happening to him? Slowly he closed his eyes and never opened them again.

When the sun rose, Grey opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light. He tried to recall the dream but couldn’t seem to remember it. He felt something new in himself. He couldn’t tell what but it was good, whatever it was, it was really good. He smiled at the sight of colorful flowers. He was loving the damp grass beneath him. What’s happening? He asked himself, sitting up suddenly. He sighed happily. He lay back on the grass and looked at the sky. Faraway his parents would be wondering where he’d gone. But now he’d escaped. He’s not going to go back. He heard someone laughing. It was a beautiful sound, tinkling like jingle bells. It was the boy. He was laughing and running away from his mother. The boy couldn’t see him. Grey’s heart swelled with happiness as he saw the boy bouncing, full of live. He’d helped the boy …His words had failed him but not his love. He could love, he realized. Grey smiled widely.

‘Come here, Charlie,’ he watched as the young woman ran and caught the boy in her arms and swung him around. They giggled as they both fell on the grass. Grey laughed with them; he felt he was the part of them.

‘Charlie boy, go inside,’ the mother tried to sound stern but laughed as Charlie flung his little arms around her neck and hugged her. She took Charlie in her arms and went inside, closing the door behind her. Grey waited for them to come back. He was enjoying their laughter. But the time passed and they remained inside. He saw the woman through the sheer curtain coking the food. He saw them eating, and then later the woman sang lorry in her sweet voice and the boy felt asleep in her arms. She put her son in the cot, kissed his cheeks and left the room. Grey sat back again. His eyes fell on the dead rose he’d killed last night. He took it gently in his hands and whispered the magic words. It bloomed at once, and smiling at Grey, it said thanks.

‘No, thanks to you’ Grey kissed the flower and got up to leave. He was about to fly when he saw the young woman again, this time she was putting the food for the stray cats. She was closing the door when their eyes met. The woman was startled as Grey made himself visible to her. He smiled softly and walked towards her, the little red rose in his hand. The woman didn’t move but looked fearful as he approached her. He handed the rose to her and kissed her hand gently. With happy tears in his eyes, he flapped open his wings and flew away. The woman stood at the doorway looking bewildered and surprised watching him flying away to the moon…

Grey lives everywhere. Helping everyone. Sometimes he fails and sometimes he wins...but he has hope. He wishes that his parents and all the evil being would also become like him...full of love.
Ok, so that was weird!

Stupefy!

Gee.. I so not feel like blogging *guilty*
I so not want to clean my room *which has gone veryyy messy and dusty*
I so not want to scan my PC *which i SHOULD*
I so not want to oil my hair *dry...dry..NO! dry!*
I so not want to upload pictures and songs *or download them*
I so not want to try on my new dress *Why not! :s*
I so not wanna go shopping and get some new shoes *Hafsah will tell you I really should be buying shoes*
I so not want to read books *Vamp-Girl, i read all the books you lent me, though*
I so not want to have my bag mended *it's still broken.. but it's new and expensive* [sigh]
I so not want to take stupid quizzes on Facebook *why do i?! What's the point!*
I so not want to send futures emails to Myself and vamp Girl *again, what's the point?! But t's just fun!*
I so not want to text and read forwards.
I so not want to change my MSN status to Online
I so want these holidays to end.
I so not want to see The Vulture on Monday.
I so not want to be Me *just a human*

Oh My! Am feeling Super-lazy! =o

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha... *Nah!* ><

*Stupefy!*

Something Good, Something Not

Even when you know that everything around you is and will be going wrong, you just have faith and you hold on.

Cause maybe after this storm, your rainbow will smile.

And one day it would.

I hope mine would, soon. =).

Jokes are good, stupid senseless jokes are even better! A silly little joke among your friends could make you laugh for hours... (Anonymous post, Sana!)

Horse tails, a boy living on a horse tail (if only that boy knows!) And now a vampire =D *don’t wonder, it’s an inside joke*

I want to visit Elvenland, sOoooon. ^^

And the Green Gang. God knows what’s so fascinating about them. Nothing is, actually. Their hair, their walking style, talking style.. Eating habits.. And their attire is… Just so Ha-Ha!

Gee, would it sound weird if I say I feel old? Yes, it does. It’s wrong, so what if I do, right now! Am not (it’s just coz of my bad bad PC!) There’s so much to do, I want to, I have to! Something good, something fun, something not =]

Watching my brother playing some monstrous game, I wondered what if some monster attacks our city, and I will be the one saving everyone from it I'd have super powers.. (You know, I might have! *wink* I do read minds :P). Or am the monster myself! That would be better than being the super hero. Coz I will be the nice monster.. No! say, a dragon, like Saphira =] I will let people ride on me and I could fly! I wish I could fly to my favorite planet Jupiter! Humans should have wings =

Ahem. Yeah, I still day dream of such stuff! =o

Although, I no longer like Power- Puff Girls that much (they strike me evil!) but still I have hanged them on my room. EEE... They are staring at me *-*

It’s kinda late, now. No, am not sleepy, but my eyes are watering. I will read Brisingr. Yay! Nighty Night! Cya!

P.S. I watched HSM 3! At last. Only half of it. Rest I will later =D

What's Going on These Days..

My computer… It’s so very bad! It freezes like every 10 minutes. I wish I could throw it out of the window.
But, forget it. Somewhere in the corner of my heart, I love it very much. Ahem.

Am loving holidays, although am dreading the moment when the result will arrive on the doorstep. I hope I’ll be the one receiving it, not mum or my brothers!

So I wake up late, like 2 in the afternoon and do NOTHING useful! And it is fun. Don’t I love it! Not having to do anything. Not preparing for the tutorials. Or having to decide what to wear next day, or say which pair of shoes will look best with what. And waking up at 6:30 AM! All day yawning and yawning. No time to do anything else beside studying. Well. After those horrendous seven months of medical college, it’s a relief. Which is not everlasting. I still have to spend 4 years. Full of torture. *sigh* But I can do it! ^^ And I do love my uni!

Nowadays, reading Brisingr. Loving it. I’ll scry, read minds, be an elf and do the impossible. All in my dreams!




It’s so hot-hot nowadays. Am afraid I’ll melt. The sun is being unnaturally cruel *scowl*

Whatever. This is just a small update. Will be posting sOoooon. Cya!


P.S. I haven’t seen any movies yet =D ...didn’t feel like watching.

Freedom.. Postponed.

What should I call it? Bad luck? Not really. Today was supposed to be my last paper but as luck would have it.. TADA.. something HAD to happen in our oh-so-peaceful Karachi. Strikes and hungamas and what not! *scowl* Last night when I heard these chutti wale rumours, I closed the books and went to bed with a good fun novel. I couldn't read it because my eyes began to droop as soon as my head touched the fluffly pillow. Heaven. zZzZZZZzzzzz. I did manage to madden some people. But not my fault! I was sleepy, couldnt stay awake. Well, I was about to say that it was a good thing that paper was postponed as i didn't study. It's on tuesday now. And my poor friends! Some of them were flying to their homes today! They'll have to wait another week.

Anyways.

Today I really wanted to watch some movie and what I got? "Lady In The Water" Didn't even see it... But I'll tomorrow. The list "movies i SHOULD watch" is getting bigger and bigger. The thing is am not a movie person. Am a music person. If you ask me about some song,I'll tell you ALL about it (ok, am exaggerating a bit) but you get my point? And a movie.. you get a Blank me!

Movies I'll watch this month (And I'll! I'll! I'llll!)

• High School Musical 3
• A Walk to Remember
• Legally Blonde
• Interview with the Vampire
• The Notebook (eeee!)
• First Daughter
• Confessions of The shopaholic
• Devil wears prada *i just loved the book*

And at last and the Least.. Lady in the WATER! =D

Ahem. That's quite a long list..

Whatever.

My theory papers went just OKAY! Not GOOD. I'll pass, hopefully. Not so sure about the viva, they went BAD. Especially anatomy, the Vulture wanted to do us rattafication, but HOW can You learn the whole book?! Word to Word! So he ran away, failing us all. Cant wait to be a dentist. I'll pull out all his teeth ;(

It's so frustrating.. So so soooooo frustrating. Am sOooo frustrated. Ok, I'll tell you what is! My PC! I wish I could just throw it out of the window and get a new one. Everything sucks! Keyboard, speaker, mouse, monitor and CPU suck! Oh well. Am going to sleep now.. With a good fun novel. Hope i don't fall asleep. *yawn*

Good Night! ^^

Cya

P.S. Why doesn't anyone comment on my blog anymore?? Except a few people.. *sob sob*

I'll Study... I'll Not.. I'll..Not

What's the date today?

7th April... NOOO! Which means I've got only 10 days to prepare for my midterms. Sadly enough, I've done nothing. Nada.

But still, being me, am not really worried *i SHOULD be*.. I still sleep after uni for about 4 hours, still watch TV (even boring news), I still come online, take stupid quizzes on Facebook.. and blogging (hey, that's ok!). And instead of studying at night, i read a novel [nowadays: LOLA COMES HOME. It's a real fun book. Full of stupid and funny bits. And I love the name Lola, it's kinda cute.]

Am smiling widely, crackiong jokes. I take a HUGE book along with me to study in uni, but i hide it away in a locker. [today i had Guyton, the heaviest of them all, in my poor hands. I didn't even bother to open it. Tomorrow, it'll be Netter's atlas. *sigh*] I wish i were a nerd! I should be like this cartoon:
[am a watermelon =s ... Quiz: Which friut are you??'.. oh well]

My soul is blue! (Your soul colour is - Blue! You are loving life and definetly do not want to give it up...you look at the positive side of things and your friends think you are fun. You usually care about others as much as yourself, but at times can be moody)

See how I waste my precious time!!

Anyways.

First paper on 20th... Last on 30th.Then *HOLIDAYS* ..Yay!!! For a WHOLE month.

Oki, so this was a really boring post. Took 6 minutes. Should do Connective Tissue now.. Cya on 1st May! ^^

Balconies, Vultures And Amalgam.

Ok, so no sadness today. Am sick of being =( ...the little time we spent together, was the nicest. Even if it has ended badly, it just not meant to be. And yes, I do wish I'd fall asleep, and when I'd wake up from my deep slumber, I'd have forgotten it all.

Anyways.

Home New home.. is.. umm... Nice? The best thing is, I've a balcony in my room.. I never had one. So am quite happy happy. And what do i see when I stand there? A *loooooooooooooong* tree which is always swaying dangerously, that sometimes I shout out "You'll break your leg.. Only leg". [yes, am stupid] And a road, a noisy polluted road. In the morning, it gets so noisy that I don't really need an alarm! Ok, so there's this balcony across mine.. in which a lady with a HUGE baby lives. I think, there aren't any rooms in her home. I mean, a person can't always be there! Bad of me, it's HER balcony.. she could be there, but it's not really fun, when you go there with a big smile, having a little voice with your friend.. HUGE baby starts howling.. and the lady stares and glares like it's MY fault. Huh?? *shut the door*

Whatever.

Got a histo viva next, the Vulture will take it. He's the WORST teacher ever. Not humane. Really really weird. Freaks you out. Gives you suhdders... And the skull in his hand completes him... *creeeeepyy* It's the first time that I REALLY have been scared of a teacher. If looks could kill, now I know what does it really mean. He knows us all by our roll number. Like.. am 007 (james bond!!.. And you know what topic i got on DM search *ass*ignment? BONDED amalgam!).. so, he'll be like '007, tell me names of cranial nerves'. Blank. 'Bibi aprh ke nai ayi'. He knows how to make you cringe.


Oh well.


Oh, yes. One good news.. we got a 1st position in Dental material's presentation. Amalgam, which sucked a week ago, now rocks my socks. So psyched up that am going to have an amalgam filling. NO MORE Composites! Too bad I've no caries.

Oki, so that's it. Cya!! ^^


P.S. =( *sigh*

Oh, well!

You smile, you hug. You're being sweet. You're hopeful.... But *Duh!*.. all you get is a door slammed shut on your face. Or something quite like it.





Wondering: What went wrong?

No idea.





Waiting.. and waiting.. And waiting. My cell won't ring, the message won't come. I want to put my cell in a trunk, lock it and then throw it in the sea. It's too bad when i see 'one new message', my heart gives a flutter, fingers crossed I unlock it and *duh!* it's merely someone else. How many times I've counted till 100?? 100 times? Or maybe more.


I don't feel like saying sorry... Again.

Anyways. There's alot to write.. which I'll tomorrow.. Hopefully! Should go to bed now.. *yawn*

Cya ^^

*BlanK*

Heyy. So it's just another saturday.. am totally blank and feeling lazy. And I kinda like it. Not having to do anything.. Umm ok, so that's not quite true. I've got lots to do.. Like studying for my viva, prepare for anatomy test, start making DM's presentation.. and well, studies aside, I've to start packing my stuff as we're moving to another house this week. My home is a mess right now. All the stuff scattered. I'll miss it (not the mess, my home, i mean). And oh, am so glad i don't have any boyfriend! (wondering why am glad? Long story!!)

Anyways.



Well, later.. n sooOn =)

One Of Those Days

*It is one of those days… When everything seems Perfect*



Whoa. Am in high spirits. Just loving this world. It’s quite a hot day, am sprawled on my bed, the ceiling fan goes *xhmm xzmzh..*… something like that.
My brothers, as usual, are being hell noisy. TV set on full volume *thunder… THUNDER… thunder thunder cats!* And yet am smiling.
My mum is glaring at me, coz I missed uni, and today was my viva. I should be worried.. Should be feeling guilty (as I did wake up in the morning, set the alarm to snooze and then went ZzZZzzzzzZ).
Am humming One Heart (Celine Dion’s) loudly. I don’t at all sound like her, but it doesn’t matter. Who cares if my brothers are making faces at me? Smirking and whatsoever. I feel like singing.. Flying *if only I’d wings* … *wish wish*
Books on the desk are staring at me, silently shouting “You, yes YOU! Study us, you duffer” Like I ever listen to them. Duh.
Not talking to my friend, okay, my friend is NOT talking to ME. I think it’s THE END. Usually I’d be in an awfully awful mood. But not today… Today is unusual! Weird. Nice weird. *smile!*

*little miss sunshine*

Nice movie, isn’t it? Do whatever you want to. I know am 18 and still watching kiddies movies... But hey they are fun, and light. I can’t watch Troy, Ghajni, Mission impossible and all. I stick with tween teen stuff.

Hey you heard, in the remake of Bonnie and Clyde, Hilary duff is staring? Goody! ^^ I like her movies.

Umm.

This took only 8 minutes… and the whole day is right in front of me. *what to do?* Study? Nah… I think I’d go and call my friend… Feel like having some chatter.

*One of those days... When everything seems Perfect*


P.S. I know I’ve written this in a weird way. But, oh well. ^^

February Air

I love Februaries. No, not just because of my birthday (oh, maybe that’s the reason, too), Sana’s birthday, or Valentine’s Day and blah blah blah. I love it because it’s the shortest month! Just 7 days more, it’ll be March and I’ll be getting my pocket money (ahem, greedy me). Am broke (as usual), can’t wait to get my hands on the money (OoooOo, I sound like so evil!), as soon as I’ll, this World will be mine! MUAHAHAH! (Cut it out!!!) ..Yes, so as soon as I will, am going to buy LOTS of books (if I were a thief I’d steal BOOKS!). Whoa.

Anyways.

February Air is a lovely song. Am loving it… And *trying* to sing it. But hey! My arms don’t get cold in February air… =/
It’s sOoo hot! Is it summer already? Too bad it is! *I think!* I love winters, love wearing sweaters, jackets and all. Winters are so… Cozy? Yes. Cuddling up inside your blanket on a cold night is… cozy!
Don’t I wish it’d snow here, in Karachi. So I could make some snow angels, snow man (and a snow wife for him. Plus some snow children? And a snow dog, cat. A home.. etc etc.) *Day dream... Day dream… Day dream!!*

Got a horrible test on Monday. Seriously, biochemistry does *not* suck as much as dental material does! What was I thinking when I chose BDS over MBBS! Then again I like to pull out teeth. I hope I’d make a great dentist… Someday; I’ll have an aquarium in my clinic. Sana says every dentist should have one. *Day dream... Day dream… Day dream!!*
And really, I can’t wait to take out someone’s teeth, making him edentulous! *evil smile*

Cya!

P.S. Brothers are way annoying! >.<

Blah blah.. Not

Heyy heyy

Question of the day: Why do we’ve to study? Why? WHY? WHY??
Why, indeed?

Umm. Yeah, well I know the answer. So when we grow up we get a GREAT job, and could earn lots of money, wear lovely clothes, party a lot and get fat.
Just kidding.
But this is kinda true, but no way am going to end up like that (fat)

Am so fed up with everything. No, I don’t want to die or anything stupid like it (Is wanting to die stupid? Yes? Veryy). Just want something different.
Am bored with the songs I used to love.. Maybe I heard them just too much (about 30 times a day is too much?)
Now whenever I play *angels* …I don’t feel like singing along.
Same with the High school musical songs. Zac’s awesome cute voice doesn’t make my heart sing anymore (oh no! what’s happening to me??)
Love this song though *white houses* by Vanessa Carlton. I so wish I’d a voice like hers.

Anyways.

After getting a haircut, I realized that I’ll always be ME. No matter how much I *try* to look different I’ll talk/behave the same. *Some* people say that am kiddish, too much into *cute-ish* stuff. Not like other *18* years old *grown ups* ..yes, well am not. And to think of it I don’t mind. I like being *me*, bubbly n funny if kiddish. I know am ok because my *friends* say so …so just *stop* telling (or asking) me to be different. Whatever different means.

(am not even sure if *those* people are reading this.. *they* think blogging is a waste of time. Which I tell YOU is NOT!)

Ok, I was kinda mad… =/
Which is weird because I rarely get mad.

Nowadays reading Rachel’s holiday, and loving it. If someone lends me some money I’d go and buy all the Marian Keyes’ books (and oh, reading is NOT boring). God knows where I've spent my pocket money on!

Heyy Sana.. And Saira (if you’re reading), it was REALLY fun last Saturday! ^-^
Floats were yummy ^.^
I still haven’t used the sticker. I can’t decide. Locker or cell? I wish I’d bought two.. =/
And Sana, send me those pictures!!
Wish we go out again, soon!

Oops… Bonded amalgam calling (stupid *ass*ignment)
Cya…!