I smell him everywhere :)

My arm smells like Zoey. This is extremely weird because I’ve been at arms length with him all day. Okay well I hugged him in the morning but I wasn’t wearing this t-shirt then. I had on another t-shirt AND a NorthFace.. I took a shower afterwards. When I saw him an hour ago, we didn’t hug or anything. Why do I still smell like him? Not complaining though. He smells yummy. I might want to bite my arm off tonight.. Or maybe I’ll just go see him when he comes back home xD

bye bye

And I’ve decided to stop running.

a dream come true

on oct 20, 2007 i started working on my portfolio. no one except me and the program knew what the title was.. only one person (whose identity i still don’t know, and will probably never know since i only had his/her email address) read/saw my work and helped me with it. he/she told me where i was going wrong and what i should/should-not do.

i had to document every day from oct 20, 2007 to oct 20, 2008. every fucking single day. it sucked, and that is primarily why i wasn’t blogging as much. initially i took it lightly but the daily assignments just got harder and harder, to the extent that sometimes i spent saturday night working on that crap.

taking pictures, writing stories, quotes, incidents from real life, videos… they wanted to fucking know everything about me. social life, academic life, family life. ugh! i’m sure the person grading my portfolio now knows almost everything about me.

the point is.. FUCKKK I GOT ACCEPTED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! only 30 out of 1000s get accepted for the program, and i am one of them.

oh.
my.
god!

i feel smart.. and talented. mainly talented..

I like being filthy rich <3

Karachiwali has tagged me.. and you all know how much i love tags. so there you go:

The McCains own 13 cars, eight homes and have access to a corporate jet. If you were as insanely rich as them, where would your eight homes be and why?

The only rule is: The homes must be within the borders of the country you live in, so as to utterly emulate the McCains.

When you’re done, tag 8 people, so that they may join in the self-indulgence, forgetting about the crappy property market and the equivalent of The End of Pompeii on Wall-Street.

i’m going to change the rules a little. i don’t want to have eight houses in the US (primarily because i don’t plan on spending the rest of my life here).

1. Karachi: i want one of those houses from like the pre-independence time period. my SIL’s best friend lives in one of those houses. SO cool! i really wish i could buy it but people who have those houses don’t really sell them. sigh!

2. Lahore: my parents already have a house in lahore, but i don’t want one of those normal houses. i want a haveli in old lahore. you know the havelis that basant events are held in? dang how i love those! i’ve spent 3 basants in lahore. ahh!

3. Faisalabad: i went to this one house in faisalabad a couple of years ago.. it had like a stream running through it. there were water fountains inside the house. ooooh so pretty.

4. Peshawar: yup! definitely! love those pathan houses. huge houses with great basements and omg! delicious kebobs. amazing decorations too ..

5. Mangla: something by the dam. the dam is pretty.. prettier than the karachi beach anyway. it’s blue. not that hot. not humid. <3

6. Nathiagali: i wanna buy that house from the kasuris. pretty place, plus it’s right by green’s (the hotel ofc!). oh and there are lots of monkeys there. ^_^

7. Quetta: because i heard the city is beautiful.

8. In the hills: anywhere! gilgit. skardu. shogran. any place works!

i tag Supe, Shahzad Khan, Eddie, Ayesha, Adnan, and anyone else who wants to do it.

I wont be blogging for the next few days. Here’s a question for you guys :)

ex will be visiting this weekend so i’m gonna be super busy.

i need your help.. please answer the question. love <3

ps. you will be anonymous .. if you’re a new reader, you can read all about sexy HERE.

oh and by a step further, i mean date.

as you can probably tell, i’ve deleted the whatever for others because even though 8 ppl voted for it, no one told me their option. please vote for yes, no, or wait. thanks

love my girls <3

to celebrate my six-month break-up anniversary, my friends gave me a..

conservative readers can stop reading now.

vibrator!

lol. with a note attached that said: this is to make up for sexy’s absence.

the other half of the note is too explicit, lol.

it’s finally over.

no.. not my relationship. ramadan is over.

eid mubarak guys <3

i hope you all have a great day.. and please send some eidi my way. i want to upgrade my laptop

i’m like on a blogging spree..

• rockstar got in touch with supersizeme. she hasn’t reached pakistan yet.. and yes, she’s alhumdulilah fine.
• today is Y’s birthday.. i called him at like 2am last night (his 3am).. it’s not my fault! that’s when i got done talking to sexy. it was kind of awkward, lol.y: umm hello
  me: heyyyy happy birthdayyy
  y: haha thank you.. how did you know?
  me: i read your msn and then i checked your facebook, lol.
  y: hahaha chalo good ..
  me: acha suno i’m going to sleep. g’night
  y: bye
• ex is visiting this october. sexy thinks we’re going to patch up.. sexy might just get a blackeye from me *_*
• kat is visiting soon too.. i’m soooooo excited!!! i can’t wait to see her.
• i really need to party.. like stay up all night, dance with all my super drunk friends, drive those idiots home, sing at the top of my voice kind of party. i haven’t done that in weeks now.
• i need to lose weight. umm that shouldn’t be too hard, should it? someone said that you lose a lot of weight once you start smoking. hmm!!

could it get worse? will it get any better? will my kids see the pakistan i once saw?

three days ago, there stood a man in front of me who had lost his daughter due to a high school shooting.

“close your eyes and think of 10 people whose death would make one hell of a difference to your life.”

okayy, i thought. mom, dad, brothers. that makes 5. 5 more? god mother, kat, sis-in-law1, sis-in-law2, and dadi. these 10 people complete my life. i can live without talking to them for months, but the feeling of knowing that i can speak to them whenever keeps me satisfied.

when i heard about the blast in marriot (islamabad) i almost wet my pants. my dad was there.. after an hour of trying to call him, his driver, and his assistant constantly, we got through. he is fine.. he was driving to marriot at that time and actually saw the explosion. right now he is in some hospital helping the hurt (even though he’s not a doctor at that particular hospital).

i’m upset. i’m shattered. i’m heart-broken. i have spent days in marriot attending conferences with my father, going to weddings with my family.. i’ve lived in their rooms. i’ve had coffee in their lounge. i go around telling people that pakistan is safe. that my family travels to and from pakistan almost every two months and we’re fine.. but now i feel unsafe. i feel unsafe in the land that i wasn’t born in, but still consider to be home. before this day it was only the common man who suffered.. now i see the likes of us going through the torture. i may be selfish.. in fact i am selfish, but i can’t stand this.

i detest zardari.. i detest suicide bombers.. i just can not stand anyone right now!

.. but i have this hope that someday when i have kids, pakistan will be a perfect place. inshallah!

asif fucktard zehr dari*

everyone who wanted to drive musharaf away should be ashamed right now. we now have one of the most corrupt men ever as the most powerful man of the country.

.. a man who has spent more years in prison than in politics.

* credit for zehr dari goes to a friend.

no sunday smiles this week. sorry!

read this , this, and this (with comments) .. they nailed it!