Epiphany

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath away.
I read this on a blog "live love and learn".
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.
Now ive been thinking,(i know i do a lot of that).
But why is it that i spend almost all my time thinking about Me, I
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.
I do everything to please others.
Im a pushover for that reason.
Why is it so important for me to be liked.To be in a clique.
Why do I have to let myself be sucked into a vortex of endless depression by little things.
WHY CAN I JUST NOT SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE.
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.

I know my blogs dont seem normal or sane at all.Im even thinking of deactivating it.
I dont know anymore.
BUt i would really appreciate it if you would leave a comment on my blog as it encourages me.

Drama queen

Why 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.
Is it really necessary to exxagerate things and Ugh.....
None of my thoughts are making sense right now.
Im hungry and im pretty sure ive dehyrated.
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.
Sometimes i think the idea of having friends is completely and utterly idiotic.
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.
Maybe im a drama queen, and maybe im exxagerating this.
Whatever.I dont even care anymore.
I DO NOT NEED ANYONE..

I HAVE NO FAVOURITE COLOUr

Yeah thats right i just found out that i do not have a favourite colour.
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 person

.....hollow sound

Thats 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.
Arfa you blogged the very thing ive been thinking ever since...i dunno forever.
UAE has nothing fun to do...which well affordable
So lets randomly blabber i thought to myself.
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!!!!
I have begun to seriously dislike the tv.
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!!!!
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.
The only thing left to watch on tv is scrubs and thats just on on sunday.
I want to try to make a choclate soufflae...or rather have someone make it for me and eat it.
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.
Wow i think this post just turened into a rant.
Huh this really must be a case of monday blues i supposes.
Lets see if tuesday fares any better.

Boy 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.
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.
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)
But i finally figured whats the difference between the break and the race.
My house was a mess.....took me ages to get it back to gather.
I wonder how it is that men do not seem even the least bit botherd about this fact.
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"......
What i miss most about pakistan is....


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.
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:)
Unfortunately i think i might be hooked on tea.
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.
Heres a list of names my mamu came up for me.
Ghugi..
Ghazala....
otheres that are really hard to pronounce.

All in all i had an wonderful time in pakistan despite the constant loadshedding.
Insomnia.People trying to put a truck of food in my stomach.
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...

In the end happy birthday to arfa.
Love you blog.I just read all ive missed.

people and places

People come in so many different shapes sizes and colours they always surround you even if you dont want them to.
People are the ones who frequently raise you into an euphoric state.
People are frequenly the ones who cause you to scummb to despair.
People........ahhh what can i say.
They are completely unpredictable.
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.
Every one around me seems to be shifting, into this unimaginably cruel and cold person.
There seems to this dark weave around me spun by is drunk spider, alienating everyone around me,pushing them further and further away.
i short once again my life sucks and i can see no way around this __________.

Benn in pakistan lately so havent really been able to blog and read others blog.