Once Upon A Time When I Was A Kid

Yesterday was the last day of 2nd year BDS. I cannot believe. Am going to be in 3rd year so soon! Insha'Allah.

I have nothing new to blog about so let me tell you about some of the the epic things happened to me when I was a kid (and if you get bored, kindly leave a nice comment and go =] )

I was four. The blue floral skirt was my favourite. I wore it all the time. My mum had to make me fall asleep first when she had to wash it because there was no way I was going get out of it without putting up the fight. I loved it too much. I never told anybody, not even my mum, that I used to wear it under my uniform sometimes (it was also a skirt and blouse). The two skirts were too heavy still I endured the heaviness, it comforted me to know that underneath the horrible grey and white uniform, my lovely skirt was with me. I never got caught. One day it disappeared. Was I heartbroken? Must be.

My brother happened when I was 2. He was a monster baby. The day he sprang a tooth, I had to run miles away from him. My arm was his biting pad. Nobody made any effort to save me. Anyway. Things got worse when he could talk and think. On my 5th birthday he threw a biggest tantrum ever thrown in this world because he didn't get a gift too. I could not have fun with my new bicycle. I was riding it. He was crying. He was riding it (falling off it). I was crying. Next day, he got his own tricycle. Whatever I got, he got it too, the boy version of it. It was annoying.

I had done my bits too. When he was 2 or something, I dressed him up in my old frock, put up some clips on his almost bald head. He was my doll for three minutes until my mum saw me. She was furious. I think it was the first time she gave me a lecture (I didn't understand a word of it). I never tried it again, though.

My other brother happened when I was 6. I remember praying in my grandma's place for a sister. I was so disappointed and terrified when I heard there was another monster baby coming to live with us. However, he turned out to be a cute little thing who wouldn't mind me holding him. He was an angel for perfect 3 years and then.. Monstrous. Still is.

Okay this post is getting a bit long and there are million more. Don't worry not going to tell you all.

Once my friend and I ran away from home with a guy on a bike. I was 5, I think. It was the bike that attracted us, mind you. Good thing he lived in our neighborhood and wasn't some creepy jerk. I was home safe and sound after one round. My parents thought someone kidnapped me. You can imagine what happened to me when I came home.

It was Eid-al-Azha. There was this sheep we all hated. Its owners never tie it. So whenever their gate would be open, it would run after people, especially little girls. It got me one day. I was running all over the street crying and screaming when one good old uncle saved me. The sheep got stolen a day before Eid. Haha.

Okay, no such thing happened.




 Last one (am not a kid in this one)

When there is a mirror, a girl just had to look, even a wee peak would do. On annual dinner, there were two rest rooms. There was this huge mirror in one of them. we all went in and started brushing our hair. We took no notice of three embarrassed boys who looked dazed and confused. They were trapped. We thought they were in the girl's restroom. But look at this picture (note the sign).



well, it is me behind the black circle -__-

Now I will go back to my books. Sorry guys if I have not been to your blog. Exams are like blackholes. Will make up for it soon! =)

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Spending Minute And My Not-So-Happy Feet

Another selfish, elfish and a lame post.

So I have spent my minute Eidi. I am happy.

Yesterday was an awfully awesome day. In the morning, I was real high (now don't get the wrong meaning. Was only in high spirit). I wore my new favourite dress, had a light breakfast (breakfast happens to me very rarely). My friends and I had planned to go to the mall since it was Wednesday. Wednesday is a 'Free' day, so free that we don't bother to go to college most Wednesdays. We have one lecture, sometimes a community trip and then 5 minutes long Phantom head. Rest of the hours are spent by yawning, talking, waiting and eating. Only good students go to the Library to study. Anyway. At college, Hafsah showed up. Surprise, surprise! She was in Kuwait. We did not know she would be coming. We were all chatter and smiles. I had asked her to bring me a very cute (and expensive) stuffed toy, a Unicorn. So there goes some of my eidi.

Please don't say it is ugly like my dad did. I Love it.

Trip: Noisy kids who giggled, poked their tongues out when we asked them to open their mouth and they had to make comments as soon as we turned, weird teachers who kept glaring at us as if we were there to steal the teeth, the evil fat headmistress who made sure every kid had displayed their mouths to us, the stupid mouse of the assistant who wanted us to cover our faces with masks and wear stupid gloves. I checked 21 kids. That's a lot. (yes we count, too) I was dying!

Then we heard we are having an extra class of Oral Anatomy, 1 hour and 30 minutes long. Yuck! We bunked.

Mall: After this nightmare, we had a happy time and some happy meal. We went to the mall, tired as hell. We still managed to have fun, I got myself a cute clutch and a stone bracelet.

Yes. I know. It was not supposed to be Pink. Say you like it.

We were about to go when something happened to my poor feet. They went stiff. Like duh! I could not walk. It was one of the most embarrassing things happened to me. I was laughing but I wanted to cry too. Helpless feeling and the stupid pain. After some massaging, I was able to walk (I felt, and probably looked, like a little baby taking her first step). Asma got to wear my heels and I got her flat sandal. I hate flat sandals and she hate heels.

Home: In my lovely bed for hours. I missed college too.

I feel Better now.

=)

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

I Am a Supergirl With No Superpowers and Hardly Any Motivation. I Love it.

It all happened so soon. I have 5 months of being a teen and then it will be over, I will be an official grown up lady. Tada! Am not so looking forward. Is there a name of fear of turning 20? There should be. Twentyphobia? No, that is so lame. Most of you might ask 'Why?'

Because.

I won't be a teen, anymore.

There you go. This is the number one and the only reason.

No more blaming my mistakes, moodiness and ignorance on the raging hormones

Responsibilities.

Being two decades old

After 10 years I will be 30.

After 20 years I will be 40.

After 30 years.. Okay, that's enough.

It will be the so called Adult life, I don't think am ready yet. I can actually hear my mum shouting at me 'You are not a Teenager! You are 20 years old for God's sake'.

When I was 15 I had made a list on my purple diary 'Things I have to do before turning 20'. I haven't done most of the things. I can barely cook. I cannot even light the stove properly and I jump back back as soon as it lights. I don't know how to sue. I still haven't learned how to drive. I haven't done a single internship. I haven't written a book. I depend on my parents on many things, from waking up in the morning to the tea in evening. I even haven't sung a solo song in public (well, I won't ever do that).

At 15, 20 seemed far far away. At 15 I didn't give a damn how I look (only a bit). I do now, a lot. From last month I 'feel' kind of grown up. The world is not as innocent and a happy place as it had seemed. I learned things about myself I like and I don't like. I hardly share anything with my Mum now. I can tell who is going to be my friend forever and who is just here for the time being. I realized my parents used to have a life too before they had us. I might get my heart broken or I might break someone else's. Let's hope for the latter one. I know in few years I might be married and will be having babies *eek* (I just Cannot imagine That life). In few years, I will be a dentist, Insha'allah, a successful. Ahem ahem. I would love to earn some money. I also got that I will die one day *gasp*

I love who I am now, I adore my life. The night of 4th February, at 12 AM, no drastic change will occur. I wont grow taller and fatter or a responsible woman all of a sudden. I might not even notice it because I will be too excited for it will be my birthday until they bring the candles, 2 and 0 (sorry Sana, maybe I should not have brought you the candles with the cake. But you can. Yes, am counting on a surprise again).

                                                   

However, one day it is going to go. I will be another meaty lady in the midlife crisis *scream* but this is life. We age. I realize that. So at 19.5 I know I look good (at least to myself and Mum and Dad), I might have spilt ends but my hair are awesome, long and shiny and whats more I don't have to use Kala kola (I wont Ever use that!), I don't have to dab my face in makeup, I can look way better without it. I don't have to use anti-aging cream or Botox (you know Botox is actually made from a very pathological bacteria. Beware of how much you use it!). Am gonna age Gracefully. I should not worry about that now anyway. I have got many many years. Guys, love yourself and enjoy yourself. Let's be glad we are born as babies not, as grownups.

Am still dreading it.

                                                              

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Happy Orange and Bright Blue Eid!

Happy Eid, guys. Second day of Eid is going to end soon. Its a slow-slow day. I even tried to study. How was it with you guys? Mine went awesome. The first day went as Great as I had hoped. I looked good enough (Sana said I looked Girly much. Yay!). Yes, I used the turquoise eye pencil. It turned out it was not turquoise but some different, yet cute, shade of green. My nails were sparkly green, too (still are). I got my left hand done with henna after like 8 years. I find it weird. Mehendi is just not my thing. My hand looks very good, though, mind you. Do I sound self-obssesed? Oh God. I am not at all.

So got any eidi? I have collected only about Rs.1800 ..200 more and I will be satisfied. You can do a lot with Rs. 2000. Let's think what can we get:

A retarded Nokia black and white cell with an awesome Torch. Who doesn't want that? =)

Okay that was just to freak you out.

You can get an awesome dress.

A cool pair of colorful sneakers

Lots of funky jewelery
2 books from Liberty Bookshop (could be 3 too)
About 21 DVDs from The Music City

A yummy eat out at Arizona Grills or Copper Kettle (but be careful with the menu, you just might have to wash the dishes)

Imagine that?

Or a perfect new wall clock and a cute Poster for your room (yes, I want That)

I love my room. I know I have done the post on my room before too. It is very simple and unfortunately neat. I want more colors. The bare wall disturbs me day and night. Am thinking to paint it orange and bright blue. I know they might clash and look stupid. However, they are my colors these days. I even got a orange and bright blue bedsheet, not to mention the orange and blue cushions. God help me.

Lovely Colors, right? =)

Eating fresh cream cake. Mum is making achaar gosht. The whole house smells quite yum. I have never eaten it before. Surprised? Tonight I shall *happy dance*

Update: My brother just brought some Pizza home. Yay me!

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Patience Pills and Lipgloss

Beware! This is going to be another random weirdish selfish elfish post. Enough of -ish.


Yesterday I kept bugging my parents until they took me out to shop. We couldn't go to the place we want to because the buses were burning there (Karachi is so hot!).We got stuck in traffic for like 2 hours. My dad got cranky and started grumbling. I went all emo, no patients pills for a girl like me. My mum was like let's go back home. This annoyed me more. I was on a brink of rudeness when we found a parking space (double parking, by the way). I was the excited happy little elf all over again. Until my mum said don't take too long in choosing the dress. You got emo me. I get emo, too, you know now. Shops after shops, no wonder dress for me. Seriously, whoever design those dresses had no idea of the color combination. Yellow and purple, reminds me of Barney. Yes, I know Barney has no yellow in him, but it just did. Am not a big fan of Barney.I have issues. Pink and green, reminds me of barney again (just kidding). Defeated, we decided to go back. When my dad spotted a shop, just in the front of our car! I cannot believe we overlooked it before. Maybe it magically appeared. Unemoed I went inside, hope bursting out from my heart. I got it! It was a good, good shop. Awesome dresses in reasonable prices (my dad was happy when he saw the dresses I chose had no tag of Rs. 10000000 or other such absurd prices). Then we went home and lived happily ever after.

Until this evening.

My parents are being lazy again. I need shoes, I need different shades of nail color. I need a USB. I need some funky jewellery. I need many other things. They say I need patience pills and they are probably right which is annoying.

Anyway.

What were my parents used to be before they became parents? Aliens of the rural areas of Pluto? OMG. It is not even a planet anymore! Are only mine like this? Please say no or I might just die. Oh, I do heart my parents, very much, but they can be a pain in the neck. I guess, they feel the same about me. Am no angel. However, am going to be a cool mum.

I wish this picture had a grumpy dad too.

I wish I had a sister. Make it 5 sisters. Then it would be fun shopping. My friends live too far away, can't shop every time with them *sigh*

But then again, I would have to share my things with my sisters, so that's all right. I can live.

Looking forward to Wednesday =) Sana and BFG are coming over my place for Iftaari. I miss them, and the fun we have <3

I don't know what lipgloss is doing on the title post. I don't need it *shrug*

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Wonderfully Random - A Wonder

A wonder tear drops from the sky
The stars laugh, and they die
The beauty of moon is the sun's gift
The fallen angels will never lift
Love flows from the heart
You can drown and be its part
Go, catch a fallen star,
it won't burn you
Go, travel the universe
in every hue
Color your dreams, not just in black and white
Let it be red, blue, green, every dark and light

Yay! Its Ramadan ^^ How is it going? I feel this holy month flies away real fast. Before you know it it will be Eid.

So.

Yes, am no supergirl out to save the world, no child prodigy, not a hottie, no beautiful voice, am not sugar, spice and every nice,..you get it.. but I think in my own my little way, in my own little world, I have made a wonderful mark which has made me Wonderfully Random. I know there are some people who cannot imagine life without little Me.. and that makes me happy. This goes for all of us! From now on, you are not just a random person living an average life, you are wonderfully random.. Wonderful for your loved ones!

Love yourself  =)

Happy Ramadan! Eat lots of fruit chaat, dahi barey and pakore! Never forget to thank Allah.


Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

The Big-ish Day

Finally, after the rain, bad halat of Karachi and whatever, tomorrow is the BIG day, our effin Poster Competition. I will post the pictures tomorrow on this post =) ..please like ours the best!

We are all ready for it! Submitted the poster today. It is a bit glittery, nice red, black and cute yellow! There is this silver Mr. Tooth who is Gay and looks handsome with its little red bow.

and.. (let's talk about me).. I have painted my nails a funky shade of coffee, my new dress is waiting to be worn, studied a bit too (dental fluorosis is not that interesting). The new purse Hafsah gifted me is too small so I cannot take it (my ugly black n white bag will do). Asma is supposed to bring matching earrings for me =/ I hope she won't forget! So If we won't win, at least we will look good!

Asma might also give her birthday treat ^^ that means trip to the mall! Yay .. we will have to buy gifts for her? Oh no.

One thing: Real friends are NOT supposed to betray! No cheating allowed. Friendship is way more important than Rs 5000 (isnt it?) TRUST is like a paper, once crumpled, it won't be PERFECT again. Value your friends, don't get so low for money. Let's be good

Friendship Is Precious. Heart it.

Update: We didn't win but still it was good fun .. we did look good. So here's the picture!

Our Gay Mr. Tooth!

And.. our poster.. =)

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o