tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44314588150071046502024-03-13T09:47:19.247-07:00Somewhere over the rainbowShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-20920013342409926902009-11-18T10:30:00.000-08:002009-11-18T10:30:59.805-08:00My head hurtsThere are so many thoughts swirling through my head right now.Studies; Family,the fact that i dont want to go to school,the fact that i want someone to shoot me.I dont understand one word our bio teacher says, or anyother teachers.<br />
Im amazed at how people are all togather and im in Ry's word"all over the place".<br />
I cant seem to concentrate on my studies.<br />
I need to stop taking so many breaks.<br />
I need to get my head in those freaking books who keep staring at me with thier evil eyes.<br />
I dont know how i have so many things on my mind i keep philosophsizing so much, really i keep thinking of god knows what and time just passes by.<br />
I really need to relax, take deep breaths, and make a plan.Make a timetable.DO SOMETHING.<br />
I wish everything wasnt so complicated.<br />
I wish i didnt feel like such an alien on this planet.In this universe actually.<br />
Put on a smile and walk out of this house, i easily decieve so many but can i decive me?If so how long before it catches up to me.<br />
Practicals are coming up and i dont even know half the things there.<br />
Is there an off switch for your brain.please say yes.<br />
Dear God:i believe in you and try to be optimistic and try to look for the silver lining but so far all i see are dark clouds and it dosent even bloody rain. I know i am an ungrateful freak but HELPShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-5300866417353916102009-11-09T12:28:00.000-08:002009-11-10T11:32:10.755-08:00Is this a friendly universeNormally i'd go with a yes maybe.<br />
But nowadys im not so sure.<br />
When did we get so selfish and greedy.Ready to trample all over your "friends"your "family" just to get what you want,What you think you deserve.<br />
You hurt everyone and everything on your way and you dont even care.Reaching for the stars you lose your hold on the earth.<br />
Is that ok?<br />
Is that justified to everyone else?<br />
Dont you have even a bit of consience left in you, a bit of heart left in you.<br />
What are you going to do all alone in this world.No companion no oven to listen to you.Are you so blinded by wealth that you lost track of who you once were.<br />
Funny that i can feel my heart breaking.No really i can actually hear it shatter into a million tiny irrestorable shards much like a glass.<br />
I dont know why i just wrote this.Its been on my mind for a long time.<br />
Listening to music watching the same consisant life pass by in a blur tends to put things in prespective eh?<br />
How did i get so philosophical.<br />
Im trying to figure out what i want from life what i want to ask the universe.Happiness?success?love?<br />
Maybe a porshe or a limbourgini.<br />
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-------Time is an illusion said Albert einstine.Id just like to point out to him wheres it going then?Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-34241543392710827662009-11-03T03:16:00.001-08:002009-11-03T03:26:07.332-08:00Im a freakI am a super;big time completely totally a freak.<br />
Only my twisted and wierd mind can find fault in the wierdest of things.<br />
Only I can find emoness in the most absurd places possible.<br />
Really only i can make a completely normal day into a depressing bore ,<br />
I dont understand whats wrong with me.<br />
I should be happy.Im making friends, im getting an award,i got a 16/20 in my bio weekly and im finally cathing up.<br />
Then why the sad face.<br />
Why do i still need 2 plaster a fake smile on my face so no will ask me whats wrong.(I really dont know whats wrong).<br />
I need to make changes in my personalitity in my lifestyle, my "emoness".<br />
Or do i really find comfort in this misery is that why i cant let go.This book the secret says we need to have a positive mind as we give out positive vibes,so we attract positive thoughts,why can my stupid brain no think happy thoughts.They have to be there somewhere.This is so annoying.<br />
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P.S. people really need to be thought some manners mainly on how a person is to be treated, i mean u cant just ignore or push away the person whose talking to you and start flirting with some loser in arabic.<br />
Guys need to learn how to treat girls, and learn to edit thier jokes.<br />
And respect another persons space.<br />
I try to be mean and tough but it just gets screwed up because of my stupid consience.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-84630360239498395362009-10-28T12:54:00.000-07:002009-10-28T12:54:21.259-07:00Exactly how i feel at this very moment<a href="http://boogiemonsterman.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-put-some-new-shoes-on-suddenly.html">http://boogiemonsterman.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-put-some-new-shoes-on-suddenly.html</a><br />
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Arfa seriously your awesome...and this blog entry has everything ive wanted to say.<br />
Read this and decide if the lady who wrote this is not and i quote "As in I see these people who are so good at writing, blogging, and are well-versed. I can write well in poetry, but articles, not so much. Short stories? No. Creative? No. Well-versed? Psssh."<br />
Ive been doing this same thing for ages writing emo blogposts and then well dey get saved soo..<br />
but ive decided im going to delete all of them, take an intiative you know.After all..<br />
kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mien koi acha lagta hai,<br />
kabhi kabhi woh bechar jata haiShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-87322727035620968552009-10-27T11:55:00.000-07:002009-10-28T12:57:03.972-07:00Catch me if you can<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Epiphany being im not going to chase after anyone anymore;literally; its thier turn to come after me now.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Im going to stop trying to live upto everyones version of me and just attempt finding me.The me that i had lost somewhere along this maze.<br />
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</div></div>Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-19715039919661644252009-10-26T04:29:00.000-07:002009-10-26T04:29:07.727-07:00Overworked and stressed outI am literally and seriously tired of everything and lately everyone.<br />
I just cant keep myself from letting out a little bitchyness now and then.<br />
I mean its too much work all this studying, trying to keep up with thoes einstiens in our year.<br />
And to what yield.<br />
Im getting really low marks on MY WEEKLY TESTS.<br />
I dont want this anymore.<br />
Im trying to be nice and friendly and make friends.Alas no one cares.I cannot just cannot make friends as easy as some other people i know.<br />
I miss the good ol days.Back when i was exited to go in AS levels,surrounded by mature people.Maybe there i might find some solace.But no.Maybe this is just the TWS effect but i feel the people in As are even more imature and creepy then in 9/10/11.<br />
Why does life have to be such a popularity contest!!!!!!why!!!why???<br />
I want to live but life insists on smothering me, until...until what im exhausted and.....dead..<br />
I feel used by my friends, by everyone.Like no one would want to know me if i wasnt smart.<br />
Why would they???<br />
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And i feel i was really mean to this friend of mine saba...so many apologies to her....<br />
IM SOOOO SORRY SABAShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-62426945255633269482009-10-22T10:55:00.000-07:002009-10-22T10:57:26.284-07:00The girl in the mirror<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dark-stories.com/eng/tslemen/mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.dark-stories.com/eng/tslemen/mirror.jpg" vr="true" width="247" /></a><br />
</div>A chanced look at myself in the mirror;a old photo, enough to trigger a escapade of pent up emotions.<br />
I look at myself now, compare my weary face with the bags under my eyes and the frown lines that appear to be etched into my forhead.Compare that to this picture of me taken way back like when i was in 7 or 6.<br />
I cant believe so much has changed.Im a different person,essentialy,i understand more now,i kow things that i wish i ahd known back then.<br />
Like never to love, never to let anyone into your secret fortress.They always break your trust, make you resntful and make you loathe and mistrust everything and everyone.<br />
Makes you a cold hearted ice bitch as one "friend" called me.<br />
When i love, i tend to love.In everypossible way you can love someone.I become this needy and soul-sucking demon-ish person.<br />
I give and I give and yet never get anything in return.<br />
Ive always needed a pair of wings to shield myslef against the cruel and unjust world.I guess ive always been too insecure to experience life for my self.To be independant,which, despite all my claims, im not.<br />
I wish someone had told me before hand that all this was going to haappen, that i was going to end up this miserable wreck of a person.Untrusting and with a semifrozen heart.<br />
Ahh.....<br />
Help.<br />
What a word right, a friend just now told me she would like to help me.<br />
But can she.<br />
Can anyone....<br />
Or am i really so beyond reapir even divine intervention cant save me.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-5490860756781325472009-10-21T10:06:00.000-07:002009-10-21T10:06:16.897-07:00the emo virus<em><strong>Im here i love you,i dont care if you need to stay up crying all night ill stay here with you.</strong></em><br />
<strong><em>thers nothing you can ever do to loose my love.</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>I will proyect you until you die,even after your death ill still protect you.</em></strong><br />
<em><strong>I am stronger than depression and braver than loneliness and</strong> <strong>nothing will ever exhaust me.</strong></em><br />
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<strong><em>-eat pray love by elizabeth gilbert</em></strong><br />
It seems to all around us;me;nowadys;people just just breaking apart.And me feeling all helpless and unable to do anything at all for them.Any one who might know me even the slightest bit may know that i do not like being in such situations.<br />
Im usually the sort of person that is on top of everything.Planning ahead for almost everything.Ever prepared and ready to roll...Quiet the contol freak.<br />
But as it turns out i cannot master a situation where im supoosed to help a person in distress.I dont know what to say.How not to be sarcastic.Be a bright little ray of sunshine.Maybe thats exactly why i havent really been there for me much either.<br />
And here i tjought i may have a dgree in physocoly.tsk tsk.<br />
I dont understand what im going through right now,my thoughts are so muddled,my brain is more or less a haze;being the selfish little ambilvlant i am, cant really find it inside my self to help anyone.To offer words of comfort.<br />
And not being in control of it all just freaks me out i guess.I want to help;i want to be there butt i dont know dont understand what im supposed to say supposed to do.<br />
And yet again this blog entry ends with me trying to shake off the ever looming and ever present and extremly unwanted company of depression and lonliness.<br />
Maybe one day ill be able to solve my own issues with everything and be able to be there for my friends.<br />
Maybe i could be a good friend a good shoulder to cry on.<br />
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Right now just attempting to perfect <em>il bel far niente</em> (the beauty of doing nothing).<br />
im my favourite and possibly the sexies language i want to know....<strong><em>italiano...</em></strong>Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-60168561754937912472009-10-19T08:20:00.000-07:002009-10-19T10:59:54.912-07:00something....anything...I know i have been absent from the blogging scene for quite some time.My sincerest apologies.<br />
I felt the need to vent today all of a sudden.<br />
So heres what happened, I went to sleep in a total complete stae of bliss, not a care in the world and dove headfirst into the sack(literally).<br />
I woke up a bit earlier than i usually do to find myself all depressed and weak.Curled into a shivering ball sobbing my eyes out bneath blankets all the while trying to remail quite (no easy feat let me tell you).I could not and still cannot fathom the reason behind this.<br />
Why why why.Is the question ive been asking my self for the part hour and a half.<br />
I thought i was happy, slightly more so compared to my usual morose self.Turns out my body has learned to decieve as well.<br />
First it was just a facade, a smile on my lips,forced,conversating with my frinds my family all ceery,forced.Now the rest of me has learned to play along.To act like nothing wrong.Just drift through this haze looking all shiny and unschathed.Had to catch up with me sooner or later.<br />
I really try to find joy in things people do.In having good grades in family in the company of caring friends.I thought i was, turning normal that is.<br />
Apparently my mind refuses to continue this charade any longer.<br />
I dont understand what im feeling.I feel like im missing something i desperatly want and need something.<br />
<strong><em>What What </em></strong>is the only question that remains now.<br />
I cannot keep doing this any longer.<br />
I cannot keep pretending its fine.<br />
But i cannot as it is just burst out in front of every one,tell everyone what in feeling, see what they think.<br />
Maybe because i dont want counselling, or maybe i do.<br />
All i know is that i dont want to be a green alien anylonger.<br />
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<em>sono il suo schiavo!</em>Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-22948746768539432312009-08-28T09:07:00.000-07:002009-08-28T09:07:21.680-07:00StupidityIdiot bimbo1:Why is the kaabah blakc?<br />
Even more idiotic imbo 2:Duh!coz blacks hot.<br />
Me:<span style="color: #cc0000;">WTH *stunned silience*</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">O wait it does get better, the <strong>islamic teacher </strong>is standing there and just laughs it off.</span><br />
What gets me even more pissed is the fact NO ONE said anything to that freak.NOt even me,granted im not the stand up and start fighting kind of person,the least i could have done have attempted to knock some sense into that thick skull of her.<br />
Im not gonna mention a name,because even though i dont think she has enough brain in her to be able to read,I have managed to get into trouble for mentioning names (courtsey a few).<br />
What amazes me is how can someone mock thier own religion like that,and not be rebuked by an entire class of what 20 students not to mention a really elderly islamic teacher.<br />
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Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.<br />
You know that i could use somebody....</em><br />
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Ive always wanted you....Always needed....Always loved you<br />
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You were the only thing that held me togather,when i was so close to the edge....<br />
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Every kiss.....every touch.....the way you held me.....<br />
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I miss it all,But most of all.....i miss <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">you</span></strong><br />
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Images from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.art.com">here</a>Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-534906538509245652009-08-25T06:47:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:01:27.680-07:00I still dont know what to doIve always known id want to be somebody not just anybody,i want to travel the world, i want to live on my own terms.I want to be free with no one to hold me back(the reason the im against marriage)<br />My dreams my aspirations my professions have changed every month every week sometimes.One day i want to be a vampire slayer anotheri want to be a secret agent(Bear in mind i was 12).I always thopught id know what i want to do when tyhe time comes.<br />But now when its time to actually choose a path in completely flabbergasted.Seriously,I have no frigging idea as to what i want to do.I just know i want to be really rich and travel and stuff.<br />So if you people would help me and leave some suggestions as to what you think i should do.PLEASE<br /><br />P.s.I ahve a black theme wohoooooShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-66089805476786362342009-08-23T13:45:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:10:09.493-07:00ObsessionsI’ve been tagged and given this FABULOUS AWARD by CLosedeyes for my blog Somewhere over the rainbow.Thank you sweetheart for this award.your blog is amzing and i love it.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpGrApX-OFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NdtxE_6xfOw/s1600-h/freakingfab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpGrApX-OFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NdtxE_6xfOw/s200/freakingfab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373263858024462418" /></a><br /><br />The rules for this award:<br />* List 5 obsessions<br />* Pass the award to 5 other blogs, with their links<br />* Make sure you leave a comment on their blog, so they know about it<br />* Link to the person that gave you the award.<br /><br />Remember do not pass any judgements on my....obsessions..<br />1.Paris<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLXsmW1SvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U-iqEJc_VfI/s1600-h/Paris_At_Night_From_Window.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLXsmW1SvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U-iqEJc_VfI/s200/Paris_At_Night_From_Window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373594466616953586" /></a><br />Ive watched countless documentraies about this place.Thers something about this place that is completely alluring.From the eiffel tower to the museums to the parks and even the people.<br />2.Vampires.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLWGhCSVDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jv7UH1Xq3jI/s1600-h/edward-angel-300x226.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLWGhCSVDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Jv7UH1Xq3jI/s200/edward-angel-300x226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592712841942066" /></a><br />Edward cullen.Angel.lestat.I mean if vampires are so hot and dowwnright amazing why obsesses over normal guys no???<br />3.the one who haunts my dreams<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLlOWs7alI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0tayqJd8dLw/s1600-h/daydreamcollage.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLlOWs7alI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0tayqJd8dLw/s200/daydreamcollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609340181375570" /></a><br />Havent met him yet and dont think i ever will seeing as each passing week the bar goes higher and higher.I blame hollywood:P<br />I dont understand what is with me and this word.i have subconsiously said it to so many people.I lost count after the 20th<br />4.choclate.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLTOW47HTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/C2QX0z3TyEY/s1600-h/xocai-activ-dark-choclate-liquid.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SpLTOW47HTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/C2QX0z3TyEY/s200/xocai-activ-dark-choclate-liquid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373589549022387506" /></a><br />mmmm is all that comes to mind when i think of this amzingly soft and melts in your mouth warm delicacy.the person who gave us choclate whoever you are thank you so much.<br />just the <br />5.Romance<br /><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/love/emmaqueen25/love.jpg?o=19" target="_blank"><img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc296/emmaqueen25/love.jpg" border="0"></a><br />Movies songs real life.Whatever im obsessed with it.we all want a bit of it in our lives right?<br /><br />I tag Arfa richa naina if i can find her and mariamShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-47096045697652258282009-08-23T08:16:00.000-07:002009-08-23T08:32:58.143-07:00Epiphany<strong>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath away.</strong><br />I read this on a blog "live love and learn".<br />Ive read this somewhere before i dont remember where.I remember that hese words kindof i dunno just started resonating through me.I could acually hear it,so many different versions of it.<br />Now ive been thinking,(i know i do a lot of that).<br />But why is it that i spend almost all my time thinking about Me, I<br />There are 7 billion people on this planet,why cant i be like arfa or smething care about others except for just be so obessed with ME.<br />I do everything to please others.<br />Im a pushover for that reason.<br />Why is it so important for me to be liked.To be in a clique.<br />Why do I have to let myself be sucked into a vortex of endless depression by little things.<br />WHY CAN I JUST NOT SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE.<br />I know my thoughts make no sense and have no match with the title at all.But somehow eventhough my brain is at this very moment telling me its wrong to just expose my self, my thoughts on the world wide web,I just cant seem to control my fingers from moving across this keyboard.<br /><br />I know my blogs dont seem normal or sane at all.Im even thinking of deactivating it.<br />I dont know anymore.<br />BUt i would really appreciate it if you would leave a comment on my blog as it encourages me.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-35119737617215481642009-08-23T05:11:00.000-07:002009-08-23T05:19:09.899-07:00Drama queenWhy do people have this annoying habit of over reacting.Maybe its the fast getting to thier brains.Maybe its the fact that these people are downright moronic.Whatever the reason be,I do not think they have any right at all to jump to coclusions wiothoiut hearing the entire story.<br />Is it really necessary to exxagerate things and Ugh.....<br />None of my thoughts are making sense right now.<br />Im hungry and im pretty sure ive dehyrated.<br />And here i was thinking lets be calm and happy during ramadan.Lets not try to think about murder and suicide...Lets just spend the next 30 days in euphoria.See how well that turned out.<br />Sometimes i think the idea of having friends is completely and utterly idiotic.<br />Why do you need relationships even not just friendship, when you know these are the people that will eventually attempt to rip your heart out.And will forever loom in the shadows waiting to pounce on you waiting to just tear you appart.<br />Maybe im a drama queen, and maybe im exxagerating this.<br />Whatever.I dont even care anymore.<br />I DO NOT NEED ANYONE..Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-26116609103183893052009-08-19T03:14:00.000-07:002009-08-19T03:18:52.602-07:00I HAVE NO FAVOURITE COLOUrYeah thats right i just found out that i do not have a favourite colour.<br />I mean yesterday i asked 2 people and they promptly replied.Then the question came to me i was...well actually..stomped.I just wrote all the colours that came to my mind.And apparently im a rainbow colour personShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-39482955576113583082009-08-17T07:45:00.000-07:002009-08-17T08:28:16.543-07:00.....hollow soundThats the sound you would here if you were to rap my head right about now.i know this seems like a bit of an exxageration but i am literally bored outta my mind.<br />Arfa you blogged the very thing ive been thinking ever since...i dunno forever.<br />UAE has nothing fun to do...which well affordable<br />So lets randomly blabber i thought to myself.<br />First up is why the hell is everything in this freaking country so costly????DO they not realize the fact that normal people also reside in this country, who have to pay thier rent and dont get a free villa courtesy the goverment!!!!<br />I have begun to seriously dislike the tv.<br />I mean really what is the harm in playing a normal movie once in a while and mbc4 please note:were not all arabs.We like to watch stuff that we can actually understand and just stare at perfectly made up arab versions of barbie nad ken!!!!<br />Indian soaps are blah...But kudos to you for finally dropping the sas on bahu and vice versa crap and starting up the issue of polygmy in almost every serial.<br />The only thing left to watch on tv is scrubs and thats just on on sunday.<br />I want to try to make a choclate soufflae...or rather have someone make it for me and eat it.<br />Its amazing to finally taste normal dahi.Pakistan dahi is so....pure.I mean no preservatives or artificial flavours.How else are we supposed to enjoy yougurt and at the same time contract awful diseases.Tsk tsk.<br />Wow i think this post just turened into a rant.<br />Huh this really must be a case of monday blues i supposes.<br />Lets see if tuesday fares any better.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-23667860767072209262009-08-16T08:46:00.000-07:002009-08-16T13:26:07.835-07:00Boy do i have a few things on my mind.......Well ladies and gentelmen im back to my hometown of dxb, and let me tell you it feels amazing to be back in the desert.<br />Ofcourse i miss the not being able to sleep at night because the light goes of every 10 seconds.Ok exxageration an hour, and then staying up all night talking with my cousins about nothing and everthing at the sametime.<br />Just packing up getting in a car and heading to god knows where in the middle of the night(my cousing drove ofcourse seeing as im not allowed anywhere near a steering wheel, since one itsy bitsy disatorous attempt after another and then another)<br />But i finally figured whats the difference between the break and the race.<br />My house was a mess.....took me ages to get it back to gather.<br />I wonder how it is that men do not seem even the least bit botherd about this fact.<br />How can anyone be surrounded by a pile of dust and junk in a place that looked and smelled like someone had been brutally murderded here and then left here to rot.And now as our maid back in pakistan used to say "mien chuk par gayi hai"......<br />What i miss most about pakistan is....<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SohoZZdpavI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lQeQVkH_U_A/s1600-h/26072009845.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgiIbLSuG0E/SohoZZdpavI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lQeQVkH_U_A/s200/26072009845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370657341180570354" /></a><br /><br />I felt amazingly refreshing to be surrounded by family who constanly pick at your flwas and throw water at you again and again despit the evil eye i gave them quite a few times.The amazing scenery's of ayubia and nathakali.<br />I learned how to actually be useful in the kitchen and not just hover around and chat and irritate people.And im proud to say i have perfected the art of breakfast especially eggs and just the right toast.Chopping onions and tomatoes and what the pakistanis like to call masala:)<br />Unfortunately i think i might be hooked on tea.<br />I just keep waiting and waiting for the lights to suddenly go off and me to start cursing asif zardari and the pakistani goverment for thier uselessness.<br />Heres a list of names my mamu came up for me.<br />Ghugi..<br />Ghazala....<br />otheres that are really hard to pronounce.<br /><br /> All in all i had an wonderful time in pakistan despite the constant loadshedding.<br />Insomnia.People trying to put a truck of food in my stomach.<br />But i would be a liar if i said it isnt amzing to be free of the heat and humidity and lightlessness of pakistan and back in the reespite of an ac.which hopefully will never go of...<br /><br />In the end happy birthday to arfa.<br />Love you blog.I just read all ive missed.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-85550245930959006882009-07-23T10:37:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:49:50.906-07:00people and placesPeople come in so many different shapes sizes and colours they always surround you even if you dont want them to.<br />People are the ones who frequently raise you into an euphoric state.<br />People are frequenly the ones who cause you to scummb to despair.<br />People........ahhh what can i say.<br />They are completely unpredictable.<br />Even your best freiend since god knows when, your own kin even, can in a blink of an eye cange colours right there in front of you.<br />Every one around me seems to be shifting, into this unimaginably cruel and cold person.<br />There seems to this dark weave around me spun by is drunk spider, alienating everyone around me,pushing them further and further away.<br />i short once again my life sucks and i can see no way around this __________.<br /><br />Benn in pakistan lately so havent really been able to blog and read others blog.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-79212479364368104062009-06-29T10:42:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:50:26.598-07:00Is it me???Two blogs in one day..record for me so far.<br />But Ive decided its about time i got this of my chest.<br />Saturday i went out with two of my friends; neemal and shabano.<br />That was supposed to be a girls night out or so i thought.What they were actually looking for was a chance to hook up with their guy friends.<br />And later they have audacity to cut ME out of their lives.<br />Is it me, or does the fact respect your friends wishes, respect their space no longer exist in the 21st century.<br />Unbelievable isn't it. How some people can be so cold and downright assholes to stamp all over their friends and thier feelings for personal gain.<br />At the moment im appalled and disgusted by my friends behaviour.<br />I would prefer to be friendless and alone then have such friends.<br />i honestly cannot wait to get to pakistan.<br />At least people there can pull of fake nice.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-35111403284604628602009-06-29T10:15:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:24:53.981-07:00dreary summer daysI think the creavite part of my brain has come a complete shutdown.<br />I havent been able to blog since my exams got over.its annoying.<br />For all you out there who think im wierd heres another one for you.Ive recently developed this new habit of laying down on my bed, and staring up at the glow in the dark stars ive stck on the cieling listening to mellow songs mainly;<br />Savage gardens-truly madly deeply<br />Yeng constantino-if we fall in love.<br />I'll be right here waiting for fou.<br />hero-enrique eglasis<br />invisble-taylor swift.<br />you found me & how to save a life-the fray<br />And moctly chasing cars<br />Tear drops on my guitar-taylor swift<br />And your not sorry- taylor swift.<br />No promises-shayne ward<br /><br />Its not really an emo trait, au contariar if you ever try it, you'll be amazed at how soothing, caliming relaxing listening to these songs can be.<br />Im leaving for pakistan on the 4th of july...<br />Hope it rains there.<br />Or the goverment finally realizes there are a large no of sources of electricity.<br />And they do not need to punish the people of pakistan just because....Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-75624662949100986642009-06-23T10:16:00.000-07:002009-06-23T10:27:47.756-07:00little momentsWell the reason i havent updated my blog in so long, is merely the fact that i seen to have run out of ideas.Im making up to you using this blog.<br />Little moments, the words say it all dont they;<br />How many times have you heard the saying its the little moments in life that makeit worth living.<br />If you really think about it, and i mean really, if you just shut of that voice in your head and think about it, it is true.<br />But isnt it also true its the big moments in live thaat make it worth living.<br />worth living whaht does that even mean.<br />Does it mean you wake up in the morning and dont have to think, oh god why me.<br />Does it mean you go through an entire day not thinking god i hate my life.<br />Does it mean you sit with that content smirk on your face,all your sorrows forgotten.<br />Doesnt it mean taht one day instead of complaining about what you dont have your actually thankful to god for all the blessing He has bestowed upon you.<br />If you use this definion of worth living and combine it all togather; does it not all add upto something. like happiness maybe, maybe you dont feel like an oputsider in this universe.<br />Dont worry about the fact that no one has even botherd to call you, in the time that has passed since the end of school.<br />Your so called friends havent even called you.<br /><strong>Dont get me wrong this is not a call for help.</strong>Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-35299208743468682662009-06-12T07:10:00.000-07:002009-06-14T09:18:30.244-07:00Schools overIts been one day and i duuno how many hours since schools been out.<br />But i just cannot get it into my head that i will never have to walk down those halls towards 11g5, and secretly think holy shit where the hell a i.<br />Never look at certian faces and overcome with this urge to punch someone.<br />Never sit all through zero period and chat with my friends.<br />I dont know how many of my friends i will get to see in the near future.<br />Dont know if i will get to see any of them at all.<br />But yesterday as i sat there blair witch project(which btw i have become obsessed with), it came to me;i wont forget my friends; they made what was assured to be hell on earth, or a less drastic expirence;better.<br />I dont know what i want to do with my life, true, but one thing i know for sure is i dont want to be a "homemaker".<br />I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.Shattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431458815007104650.post-90794259233085585472009-06-09T11:50:00.000-07:002009-06-09T11:53:33.413-07:00No promises by shayne wardI just love listening to this song over and over again.<br />And after about 1 hour of trying to find a music player..i give up..<br />Im just posting the lyrics<br /><br />Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.<br />Every time you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high<br />I don’t want to let go, girl.<br />I just need you to know girl.<br /><br />I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,<br />No promises.<br />Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms<br /><br />Here tonight<br /><br />Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.<br />Everytime you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high<br />I don’t want to let go, girl.<br />I just need you you to know girl.<br /><br />I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,<br />No promises.<br />Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms<br /><br />I don’t want to run away, I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..<br />No promises<br /><br />I don’t wanna run away, I don’t wanna be alone<br />No Promises<br />Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love<br /><br />No promises<br /><br />I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,<br />No promises.<br />Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms<br /><br />I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,<br />No promises.<br />Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms<br />Here tonight.<br /><br />I just realized the fact that i have an exam tommorrowShattered Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06089239349631211683noreply@blogger.com2