Screw passwords.. I’m too lazy to email

He thinks I don’t have a heart. He also thinks that my attitude has changed. I don’t really blame him. I’ve stopped calling him but he.. He still calls me every single day. I run out of things to say and just listen to him.. and when he runs out of things too, we just listen to the silence over the phone.. Er yeah not fun!

A little bit about him.. He’s a sexy brown-eyed guy. He recently moved back to Pakistan.. and I think I’m falling for him? Err no. Maybe I’m over him .. I have this bad thing of getting sick of people really quick. It’s actually kind of sad, sigh. I’ve liked him for the longest time and now that he is actually giving me some attention, I’m hating it all.

Ugh.

Farewell June.. July might bring me a new guy

Sunday Smiles*: Paak Watan

Because no other place can make you smile instantly.

* Sunday Smiles is a personal project. Every Sunday I’ll post a little something that makes me smile every time I think about it. You’re all free to join me. It’s just a way to count blessings.. Give your readers a break! No one wants to listen to complains all the time.

Dear technicians at Mobilink

You have all pretty much ruined my life by having that one bitch of an international text messaging. You know I receive one text around 7 times and people using Mobilink don’t get mine at all. Here I am spending 25c at every message and the people I very much care about don’t even fucking get it! I have also had four fucking arguments with someone I just started to fucking like.. over guess what.. YUP! MOBILINK!

FUCK YOU MOBILINK.

FUCK

YOU

Yes you all guessed right. I’m annoyed. He isn’t getting any of my text msgs. We argue over mobilink all the time. It’s raining outside and I’ve seen four depressing episodes of Grey’s Anatomy back to back. My life is perfect. How’s yours?

Oh btw.. What’s your Mobilink story? C’mon.. Most of us have one.

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Results for The Musik Awards – Part 2

Shallum Xavier received the Best Guitarist award.

Nayyara Noor received the Lifetime Achievement award.

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How a brown auntie killed my lesbian fantasies (NSFW)

PG 13

I walked into the women’s changing room wearing a tee and capris over my swim suit. The room smelled like a mixture of chlorine, sweat, and body wash. The scene became super interesting once I was near the lockers. My eyes fell upon the naked bodies of women standing there – chatting away like it was all perfect. I wanted to throw up. Never had I seen such ugly bodies before. These old women with saggy breasts and hairy bodies. Holy f-ing shit! I wanted to throw up but I kept myself cool. They could have at least worn bras and panties I thought. I lowered my eyes and walked towards another row of lockers. This one had around 3 or 4 young girls changing into their clothes. At least they had towels wrapped around themselves. I still went forward to find an empty row. I smiled when I looked into the mirror and saw a lady getting out of a row 4 blocks behind me… leaving it empty just for me. I quickly changed my direction and walked towards it. I sighed in relief when there was no one there. I opened a locker and stuffed my bag in there. It was all perfect until a brown lady walked in.

“You speak telegu?” she asked.
“Err no I speak Urdu,” I replied .. trying my best not to turn around.
“Same same. What your name? Pakistani?”
“Kurri.. Yes I’m from Pakistan.” I turned around to look at her. She was wearing a pink beaded saari.
“So what you do?” I noticed she was slowly removing her clothes. The last thing I wanted to see was a naked brown woman. White women I can tolerate. Brown I can’t. Especially not very brown women, lol.
“Oh I study at omg-we-were-champions.” I turned my back towards her and removed my clothes. I was wearing a swim suit underneath. No big deal!
“Nayce nayce. You married soon? What your daddy do?” she asked. I could see her reflection in the back of my locker. My mother is brown too but she’s not as hairy as that woman. Shaving?! Waxing?! ANYTHING!!!! Sigh. I still don’t get why she changed her panties but then again.. Not my problem. I tried my best to keep my eyes away from the locker, her, and the mirror. Basically I tried to keep my eyes shut.
“Oh no I’m not getting married. My dad’s a omg-everyone-in-town-knows-him.”  I slammed the door of my locker. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I have to go now.”
“I have son. He works at pathetic-company-that-is-almost-bankrupt. You want number? You meet him?” she said .. completely ignoring the part about me getting out of there.
“If I see him with you somewhere, I’ll definitely say hi,” I said .. flashing my all-teeth-showing smile.
“Nayce.. You pretty baby. You swim with man in these clothes?”
I decided to ignore her comment. Damn these brown aunties.

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