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

Glow

Once upon a time when there was no Edward and Jacob to distract girls, lived Glow in her little white cottage with a red thatched roof. In those days, mothers would read their girls bedtime stories about ever lasting love, filling their minds with love and love, making them a hopeless romantic. They would assure their daughters that someday when they will be the beauties of the village, the prince would come riding on a horse, just for their hand for marriage. He would be the most handsome man in the world, a complete gentleman, not to mention the richest. Glow had believed so too. Since the day she turned sixteen, she had dressed everyday in her best Sunday frock, her hair set neat and silky in a pile, a beautiful pearl necklace framing her tiny neck. Every morning as she would go down for breakfast, her mother would cry out in happiness. Glow looked breath taking.


'My child! You are beautiful,' her mother, Olive, would hug her tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She was one proud mother. She still couldn't believe that she played a big part making this beauty for she was no looker herself, however her prince had come too. He was a farmer's son, not the most handsome nor the richest but a thorough and thorough gentleman. She loved her Richard. She was sure her daughter would have a real prince herself.

Until now. Glow turned 20 and there was no sign of the prince. She grew tired of dressing everyday and was back to her old tomboy look. Olive wasn't taking this well. She still had hope but how will anybody fall in love with her daughter when she looked like a 13 year old boy?

'Glow, you need to shed these clothes and wear the purple gown I bought last week'

'No, mother. I am tired of these games' her daughter looked content and smiled a little. She was very disheartened before that there had been no prince for her. The stories she grew up with and what she truly believed in were all fake words. Now she knew the prince doesn't always come looking, the princess had to do some work too. She was working on it.

There was this Timmy, the farmer's son she had a crush on. There was John who made her blush. There was Fred, her almost best friend and there were others except The Prince but of course he was taken by Cinderella, Snow White, Bell, Princess Aurora and the others. She got over it. Glow was a happy girl.



..but the happy ending can be in your hands <3



Bored out of mind. Decided to wrote this senseless story. Books are my fate these days. Where are you guys? I see no comments (what I mean is Less comments). By the way, this picture made me laugh.
 

click to enlarge ^^

 
Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Mistakes Happen

He drove slowly on the highway. People in other cars yelled at him to drive fast. One guy even called him a piss head. He couldn't agree more. He had messed up, big time. His life had no meaning anymore. Tears trickled down his cheek. He sniffed and wiped his nose. His life.. a man he used to be.. seemed like a fading dream now. The bundles of money he has stashed in various banks were of no use to him. There was no one to share with. His wife and his children hated him. He could not blame them. He had ruined their life to live his own. Affairs after affairs, drinking 24 hours, spending money on himself and his endless girlfriends, that was his life. He was one good looking man once, tall and well built with his dark blond hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones. Simply, he was handsome, with no doubt. Look at me now, he sighed, I have a paunch, receding hairline and I have to wear ugly glasses. His silver Volvo doesn't seem to attract girls anymore. He was no Edward, after all, just an ugly and fat middle aged man. He had tried to amend his mistakes. It had been too late though. His children said they had forgiven him but he knew they hadn't. His wife had made a boyfriend. She was happy enough. He sighed heavily and looked around him.


He pulled the brakes when he saw the yearly SpringWell festival sign on a new huge playground. He hadn't attended it in years. Why not go in? He parked and got out of his car and walked fastly toward the entrance. He bought his ticket, smiled at the guard and went in. He was feeling very excited, like a little kid. He was smiling widely and his spirits were high. He saw couples, kids and fat housewives having fun. Their cheeks were glowing red from the laughter. He wished for a moment that he had someone to laugh with. However, he was too high to feel sad again. He would take rides, he would eat cotton candy, he would play games, he would buy useless teacups and T shirts which won't fit him. Yay, his heart cried out in happiness. He bought some cotton candy and ate it slowy. He loved the way it melted slowly in his mouth. How very yummy, way better than the chocolate mousse, he decided. After finishing his cotton candy, he turned toward the Hotdog vendor. He smiled politely at the fat lady standing behind him and let her buy first.

'What a gentleman,' the fat lady whispered to her fat friend.

'Yes, you don't get much of them these days,' the friend seemed very amazed too.

He had heard them. His was pleased with himself. He sat on the bench when he had bought his hotdog. He savored each bite. How delightful. He loved food. Food came in every color, shape and price. As he took another big bite he caught a little boy looking at his hotdog hungrily. He ignored it at first, but the little boy kept staring. He couldn't help but feel bad for the little boy. The little boy looked very weak and poorly dressed. His bright yellow shirt was torn in several places and his trousers had patches.

'You want some, little man?" he asked the little boy. The little boy nodded meekly. He stood up and got 4 hotdogs, all with different sauces. One was for himself. The little boy and he sat on the bench and got busy with their hotdogs.

'I am Little Tommy. What's your name, sir?' the little boy asked politey, his blue eyes were wide open. The ketchup was smeared on one of his cheeks.

He was surprised. Nobody had asked his name in ages, must be 10 years. He had forgotten it himself.

'Wait a second, Little Tommy' he pulled out his wallet and looked at his ID card closely. He looked confused for a moment and then it dawned on him. The ID card said it right.

'I am Fred' he smiled at the boy and took a big bite of the hotdog. He was happy. For now. But now is Forever.



Erm. Stupid? Good? Whatever? Wrote in a hurry or I would have not written it at all. I can relate to this man. No I don't have a paunch, nor am going bald, I don't have a partner or kids who hate me, plus no silver Volovo.. It is that we are just humans, we make mistakes quite often, sometimes we regret them, sometimes we forget them. Don't be too easy on yourself. nor be too hard, It is okay to be a bit selfish sometimes (but not like our younger Fred, huh?). As somebody said 'You are only human, don't feel too guilty' =o

Mistakes happen. Don't regret too much.

So, my shopping is done. Ta Da!! I love my new shoes *hearts hearts*. Got blue, purple and turquoise eyepencils too (God knows if I will ever use them :s). What about you?

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

! @m sTup|d.. The Frandshippers.

Sleepy as hell. Was up all night. College in an hour =/ am gonna be way grumpy Oo

Just as I thought my Internet circle is immunized to all the frandshipper, I got a friend request on Facebook with this message 'hello how r u would u like to have a friendship with me let me know and we will enjoy if u have a friendship with me i will be waiting for yr positive answer and see my profile if u in a mood to contact me tczz' -__-

I know if I accept the request, there will be a wall post saying 'thanks for the add', 'what do u do?' 'you seem very interesting person to me', 'we shall be close friends' 'Will you be my Farmville neighbour?' 'Lets tea'. Yeah, right.

Once upon a time when we were not aware of the sugarness of the Frandshippers, I used to have 1000 swarming on my Orkut and Facebook and whatsoever profiles.I freaked out when I saw one of their albums titled 'my moustache'. There he was, in every single pose imaginable (and unimaginable), sunglasses on, golden teeth flashing a creepy smile, moustache on display.. You can call it a work of art. Times like these you wish you had 'WTF?!" button instead of nuisance Like.

One glance and you know they are IT.. The pitiable and the unstoppable. Most of them are young, but you get few middle aged ones too (with the passport size images, complete with blue or grey background, and poker expressions). If anyone of you is the frandshipper, tell me, why do you think the female population wants to be in your arms? Where do you get so much time and energy to waste? More important: W#Y dO U wr|te l!kE th!s!!!??

I know it sucks =)

I don't like frandshippers and I hate Pokes on Facebook. God knows why but they are very annoying. Why cannot we have cool stuff like kill, strangle and burn?? (without adding any apps). Plus you can always write on the wall. Say hello or just paste a creepy smile --> :) ..Nice, right? Why poke?? It hurts.

Anyway. Refacebook says ten of the weirdest album names ever can be:

Animals I ran over with my car

Me and my new friends from fat camp

The night we all threw up

My liposuction and the bag of fat I got to take home

My collection of celebrity kidney stones

My sex change

Malignant pustules on my back

Things from the back of my fridge that expired 4 years ago
Close-ups of the legless beggar in our street

My first day as garbage collector, the aftermath

Gross, right??

Oh by the way, I cannot comment on most blogs ='( ..Yours, too, Mia. The error says the site is restricted =/ Change the format of the comment box? Maybe pop up box? *sniffs*

Sidrah o(^-^)o

Sparkling Sullen and Freaky Emma

I Heart weekends! o(^_^)o


So I downloaded Aisha and Vampires Suck last night. Happily, I lied down on my cushions.. bag of chips all ready to be eaten sat beside me. I decided to watch Vampires Suck first. It is a vampire spoof film based on the Twilight film series. (I had this feeling Aisha would be more fun, I saved the best for the last). I was disappointed, so very much.

Erm..

The Reasons you should watch Vampires Suck:

Edward Sullen wasn't as gay as Edward Cullen.
Jacob was hotter. He wasn't a wolf but a cute little ugly puppy
Bella was Becca
It has Vulgar comedy (some people are into Vulgar, you know)

Well. That's all about it. Yes, am not a good movie reviewer. Still you just know it when you see a good movie. Only Jennifer did some good in Vampires Suck. Rest of it sucks, big time.

 umm.

Coming to Aisha.. Have you guys seen good old Clueless? It was a total copy of it. Desi version *dead* They didn't even try to change most of the the dialogues! I like Abhay Deol *crushed* there wasn't much of him in the movie =| *disappointments and disappointments*

Who says it is a copy of Emma? More important.. Why?? Oo

Indian movies are hardly worth watching these days. I wish they would make more like Wake Up Sid, Dev d and Fashion (now those were some fun movies!).

Tonight am going to waste some more time (downloading Salt).

Went shopping today. Bought cute little earrings and some nail colors (green, gray and peach). Now all I want is some eyeshades.. and that will be it!

Am not into writing stories and poem these days.. I wonder why =o

Sidrah o(^-^)o

From Today, Thursday Mornings are the Best .. JK.

7:15 AM. It's almost time to get ready for college *sigh* ..not much time to write a post. I just feel like updating my bloggie on this typical sunshiny morning.

Mornings are nice and lovely, why do we have to go to college?

I know what my day is going to be like:

Nap in Tooth Morpho class *eyes close* (if they don't plan to take a test)
Nap in pathology class *eyes open. Pencil in hand and the book on display*
Prostho lab *sweating, mounting teeth, making jewellery out of wax, covered in gypsum*
Tooth Morpho Tutorial *non-stop chatter with my pals* Fun.

This take, Gods know how... but.. erm.. how much hours are is 8:15 PM to 2:00? PM? Yes. So many *dead*

God. My mum is screaming. I should go. I don't feel like getting up, though. Am lying on my soft blue, purple and orange cushions (what colors, right!)

So, that's it (will update again, later, this evening, you care? oO)

Hope my day goes as we planned. Good Morning! ^^

Update: It did go as we planned. My class pals are going to Lal Qila on Monday, I might go, too, or I might not. Feeling lazy (I can change my mind later!). It is almost Iftari time. I can hardly wait. College and fast don't gel. Oh, I like Colorful. Yay!

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

Elf goes Pink again!

UPDATE: I have changed it. I like Cute, too =o

OMG! It is Pink again (not my color) and the layout doesn't really go with the title. However I like it, I like colorful and neat (is this neat?). Don't be surprised if you find the old template back, though.

I have been very busy (usually doing nothing). I hadn't had a wink of sleep on Sunday night. I went to college looking like a zombie, came back home, tried to sleep but could not. I slept around at 4:00 AM yesterday. Finally. It was horrible. It was like I had forgotten how to sleep, and oh, I missed Sehri and college today.

It will be raining Module Tests from thursday till God knows when. Pathology, Pharmacology, Oral Anatomy and Community Dentistry define my life these days. Thousands of diseases to study, millions of drugs to memorize and to understand their mechanism of actions is pure torture! Rattafying tooth morphology is my least favourite. Oral Anatomy, you suck. We have trips in Communty Dentistry, which were only fun at first, we go to schools, colleges and camps to check kid's oral hygiene. Most of them make me wish I wasn't studying BDS. "People, there'a a thing called toothbrush" I want to scream. Some of the little kids are real cute though, if you don't mind their oral cavity.

I wish I were a chef instead of a medical student. I love food. I have promised myself - right now - I will take cooking classes as soon as I am done with college.

So.

I am feeling good enough but unreal. There's a strange buzz going on around me and the things don't seem bright, they are unnaturally dull. It's like I am underwater. So heavy. I have a sore throat too.

Eid is not far. I haven't started shopping yet thanks to my lazy parents. My list which I had so lovingly written seems useless, I have changed my mind, I don't want those sutff now. I will be spontaneous. I will buy what I like right then! (If my parents allow)

Serendipity is a nice movie (yes, I have seen it Now). I have a crush on younger John Cusack *sigh* ..Reading Dan Brown's Digital Fortress. He writes awfully good.

I love good pictures Oo

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

Laughter Just Bubbles Up!

My little brother came up to me and told a sad news. His 2 days old yellow chick had died. I started laughing (how evil). My brother looked shocked. It was just that I felt so sorry for him that I had to laugh. God knows why it happened.


A woman after attending a funeral of her mother was on her way home, news came her father had also died. She laughed for 2 good hours. Don't tell anyone but this woman was my grandma.

Once in 4th grade, a teacher was scolding me, I burst out laughing loudly - I thought he looked like a monkey from Dexter. Eek.

And sometimes on lame things like.. 'am on a diet;.. 'I love you with all my heart' .. 'how do I look?' (my mum laughs Every time I ask her), when some one slips, on a stupid joke..sooo many things!

See.. laughter just bubbles up - on inappropriate moments too

We don't have to learn it, we are born with this capacity. - do you know how do apes laugh? They pant! Laughter is contagious. Whenever I hear my father laugh (often over a silly thing on news) I start to giggle At his laughter -sounds so funny! My mum goes tomato red when she laughs, and most of the time my brothers and I are laughing at her redness.

My university friends, Hafsah, Asma and I have this great 'Our Song' 'Anu malik's Dekho Baarish Horehi Hai'.... the song goes like 'Dekho baarish horehi hai.. it's raining, it's raining.. dard horaha hai.. it's paining, it's paining'

Dumb, right? It makes us laugh, simple!

It is so lame that we actually sing it (with our own lyrics).. be it anything. On Hafsah' s brother wedding we sang 'dekho shadi horehi hai'.. we have created full songs (there's a exam songs, cafe song, fail song, anger song and even a baby birth song). If I post, my blog will be R-rated -___-

We saw its video after 1.5 year of Hafsah's raving (she had introduced us to this song). We couldn't stop laughing. One of our friends laughed so loud that we thought she's being murdered. If you are retarded like us and laugh at lame stuff, do watch its video. What was that guy thinking?

We find it awfully funny. It is one of those things.

...ahem ahem...

I read somewhere that 'Laughter is a celebration of Good'. So do it often =] It brings us joy, makes us feel lighter, we look prettier, its playful and Fun! We have cried after laughing.. ah, emotional moments... and laughed after crying.. happens alot. I do feel better, refreshed.. anew.

When do you laugh??

P.S it is raining so hard.. Ask for forgiveness! Allah bless us.

P.S2. I bought a rusty colored CUTE dress today.. *smile* ..and I walked in rain, a bit. It was awesome!

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Smile Saturday

So many thoughts.. some little ones, I forget.. Some little ones, I don't.. Some big ones, I want to.

I like Saturdays. They are light and happy (you'll know what I mean if you were me). I have to do so much work.. have to make draw, cut and color about 120 pictures (Poster Competition is getting on my head, not today though.), big pathology test coming on Tuesday (parasitology.. eek), plus other little tasks, still am not worried or tensed. I know I can do it.

I love the look of my room right now. Everything is bright and colorful. It is not color-coded. My bed is blue and of oak, carpet and curtain are off white n blue, cupboard and dressing table are brown (I don't like!) writing table is pink and blue, cushion are orange, purple and blue (gee I just realized blue is almost everywhere. It was meant to be blue, but then I thought why not all the colors? Now I want a big poster for the bare wall and a cute little pink sofa. I will get it soon =) *wink*

I wish I lived in a peaceful country. Everyday dozens of people are killed for no reason at all. They were just the unlucky ones who were at the wrong place at the wrong time. It could be you or me. I cannot go out alone because there are bad people out there. It is not safe. Not fair, right? Where is the fun and where is the peace? I want to be free.

Anyhow.

There are killer amoebas in the water these days. They are pure evil. They go inside your head, drink the CSF and eat your brain. Sounds Horrible? It is. They have killed 12 people (maybe more?). One of them was our poor teacher. He was only in his late twenties. He studied pathology, isn’t it ironic? We were hoping for a miracle that he might survive, but he did not. May he rest in peace.

So this was only a random update =) I want to write a story.. Maybe I will.

Stay happy.. It is good for our Immune System!

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

She Makes Another Blog!

I have finally made the new blog. The reason I left the old one is I don’t really feel like that person anymore. I still like the same things, still do the same things, but something inside me has grown up a bit (I know what you’re thinking but yes). I don’t have such a big crush on Zac Efron (just a teeny weeny, maybe), I like Gerard Bulter more. Oh, i love my old blog very very much. Its me, after all. Bunny burrow all the way! =)

When I first start blogging in 2008 I was pretty psyched about it, I used to update it about thrice a day, would post the blog’s link here and there to get readers, would read every kind of blog posts and comment on them and hoping that maybe I would get a comment or two, back. I did. And layouts! They gave me a hard time. Still do. Anyway all of a sudden, blogging became kind of boring. I didn’t know what to write. It all felt so useless.

However, am back and it is great! You see am a pretty confused person, before doing anything I ask a 1000 questions to myself and to my friends, who get annoyed sometimes! I didn’t want to make an account on twitter because I wasn’t sure what I will do with it, I mean, being on twitter is like talking to yourself. And now am totally addicted to it now. It’s fun! ^^

What’s this fuss about Justin Bieber?? O.o He is such a kid! He has got a bit of a voice,I agree but still.. girls are going crazy. What about poor Robert Pattinson? Totally ditched. Just like that! Sad.

So am really happy right now <3.. goofy smile wont leave my face. Inspired and overwhelmed =) good good feeling!

Happy New Blog to ME!! Yay!!

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o