Obsession - A Donut.

I broke up with my obsession yesterday. We parted on friendly terms. I thought my infatuation with Edward Norton would go on forever, however it lasted less than two weeks. After stalking him on twitter --> his tweets were really boring and didn't satisfy me at all, staring at his pictures, watching all of his movies (even the sucky ones like Death to Smoochy), and posting a really silly blogpost about him, my obsession turned into indifference. It was my first crazy celeb crush and hopefully my last. And such a relief it is. Now I can concentrate back on my plan --> taking over the world. Unfortunately my plan won't work for another thousands years. 

So, am putting Edward Norton into my secret book --> The Great Book Of Obsession (the things I obsess and dream about) by Anonymous.

It has a long lists of things Anonymous had loved and ditched over the years. The cover page also has a warning: Highly contagious. You might want to obsess yourself. If you have found it then I beg you not to read it, it will only waste your time. By the way page 107504 has the exact thing I warned you about.

Okay.

Current maddening obsessions: Peanuts. Inheritance cycle. Internet. Procrastination.

So, who went to Karachi International Bookfair? Anyone? ANYONE? I went twice, spent all my savings on just 9 books and didn't even feel satisfied. I wanted to spend the whole day there browsing and buying books if my parents had let me. I have decided I absolutely love bookfairs. Even KIBF with its snobbish highly priced load of books. Even in school when most of the kids couldn't care less, the yearly bookfair and library time were few of the things I really looked forward to (the others being: lunch break and morning presentations).

So.. I'll blog-walk for a while. I miss stalking your awesome blogs, guys. This 3 months long study-leave is not going well with me. Cannot study, cannot have fun. Sick.

May the stars watch over you. <-- a symptom of obsession with Inheritance cycle.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o    

I Am Jack's Obsession With Edward Norton

 

Isn't he the cutest?

  

Yes. I love this guy. 

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Plans, Movies and Mustaches.

I am big on making plans. Probably one of my favorite things to do. Whatever the situation is, I have got to plan. Shopping? Plan. Friends day out? Plan. Exams timetable? Plan. Decorating my boring old cupboard? Plan. I even used to have wee little colorful notebooks for jotting down my not-so-spontaneous plans, am I glad I am over those! Anyway mostly at the end of the day I feel kind of let down because things never go as you plan. My imagination has never heard of misfortunes, or if it has it tends to forget, but in reality they are bound to happen now and then. Also, I am super-lazy ass person. After spending like 13 hours on an awesome daydream, I do nothing. I get bored. So I have decided no more planning, for time being, at least.

Anyway.

Plans gone wrong.

Bollywood always fools me. After 'almost' every movie I see I say 'No way I am going to watch another bollywood movie. No, no, no, no'. Then a month later everyone's talking about this new movie which is like the most amazing movie ever and I just have to watch it. Sure, Bollywood has produced some great movies like Fashion, Dil chahta hai and Wake up, Sid (and of course the cheesiest Kuch kuch hota hai that I cannot help but love it) and many others so no offence.

Two months ago Zindagi na Milegi Dobara fooled me. Trailer was nice enough. The actual movie? It was a sheer wastage of time. Yes, it had some good one-liners, Hrithik Roshan looked hot (Katrina Kaif for some?) and the songs weren't too bad. Rest of it lingered for too long on how beautiful the world is (why not listen to Louise Armstrong's great song?), confront our fears and dance. They tried too hard to appear cool. I might even have actually liked it if the ending wasn't so bizarre -_- <-- JK, I wouldn't like it then either. And how on earth can you compare it with Dil chahta hai? It made an instant connection. ZNMD didn't. Okay. 

Last week, God, I wasted precious 3 hours of my fabulous life on Mausam. Some of my friends were like ooOooo, it's going to be BEST MOVIE EVER because Shahid Kapoor looked so sexy in mustache <-- IDK about that. I am not a fan of moustaches. They loved it. It was even worse than ZNMD. It is a drag. Imagine When Harry Met Sally, The Notebook and all those romantic movies that make you awww with Indian cheese masala. Sadly I didn't feel a thing. There was no chemistry between the leads, the length of the movie made me want to pull my hair out and cry, the real life incidents somehow managed to affect the main characters every single time, how unfortunate can you get? The Ferris wheel scene was the last straw. I was like What the hell. Shahid Kapoor with his numb arm suddenly turned into superhero. Rajinikanth is ashamed <-- and very mad, too. Keep your mustaches on. 

I want to babble about other awful movies like pyaar ka punchnama that potrayed the girls as monsters eating your heart and brain (you bad bad movie director! Most girls are normal, not alienated bitches) but maybe later.

Seriously I am NEVER going to watch another Bollywood movie. That's my plan

Because I Like Pretty Pictures.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Gun - Your New Best Friend

Guys, remember me? I used to comment on your blogs and did strangely nice posts. I have been ignoring my blog for a pretty long time now. Enough is enough. I'll write something even if it's all crap <-- now, now, it won't be that bad. 

So, how's the shopping going? Well, if you live in Karachi, forget clothes, shoes, lip-gloss, hair products and table clothes <-- this one for my mum who hasn't found her perfect table clothe since my brothers and I tore the last one. Just buy a gun and you shall be safe. Do I heard a gasp? If you can do karate like Jackie Chan,fly like power-puff girls or jump like spider-man, you're pretty much safe <-- I bet none of you can. Come on, guns are necessary for survival. You don't have to show it off to your pals, kills birds, or say humans. You need it to scare the bad people away, to defend yourself against the criminals and thieves. Plus if you buy a cowboy/girl boots and costume you can pretend to be one <-- I always wanted to do that. Let's face it, it'll be fun.


Imagine this:

.......

Lalallala. Perfect.

Happy moments! =)

P.S. Sorry, I know my doodle ain't that good. But hey, blog updated! ^^

Goodbye, Harry Potter *sniffs*

As I watched Harry Potter enter Hogwarts to destroy the last two horcruxes, I couldn't help but pour tears. Oh yes, I got pretty emotional while watching the Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part II. It was one epic movie. Snape's story was the best part <-- Alan Rickman totally rocked <3. I was very disappointed that we did not get to see Fred and Lupin die on camera, though. I wouldn't have minded crying a few more buckets. The funniest scene was Voldemort hugging Draco. I had a good laugh on that one.

<3

Although, am not a big fan of HP movies (always thought the books are way better), I kind of loved this one, maybe because it was the last one and there will be no more Harry Potter fuss. I remember when four years ago I finished the last book, I felt as if I'd lost a friend. It was after one week I felt cheerful again. Those who grew up with Harry Potter and Hogwarts will understand what am talking about... The troubles HP always get into, constant quarrels between Hermoine and Ron, sarcasm of Snape, Loony Luna, meanness of Slytherins, the Weasleys and their Burrow, homey and magical Hogwarts, the zooming owls, Quidditch matches, the sorting hat's songs, the anticipation that kept me reading till I finished the books, and even Filch and Mrs Norris... Muggles, you really need to read the books.  So, for the 4th time, am reading the HP series again. My parents think I have gone mad. My brother, a HP fan himself, makes fun of me. God knows why. Soon, I will be suffering from Post-HP depression. I so wish JK Rowling would write more books.

Anyway.

My holidays just started <--Yay for me. No college for five wonderful weeks! Not that I don't love my college, it is fun but we all really deserved a break from the effin hectic routine.

I have absolutely zero plans. There’s nothing much you can do in Ramadan, is there? Except wait for iftaree <-- and pray? Oh, I can shop <-- and that I will certainly do. I’ll read books, watch movies <-- after iftaree =$, learn to cook a few good things, create my own recipes. I want to be a famous chef someday <-- not like Zubaida appa or the one with that turban, mind you. I hope getting fat won’t be sneaking into my tiny list.

Hey, when you guys comment <-- I hope you do, write a name of one good movie or a book =) <-- No action or horror movies please! 

Happy Moments! =D

When My Life Gets perfect, Zits Happen.

Perfect.

Zits.
They cannot believe their eyes. 

All By Myself.
Should I keep the bow or not?
What do you say?

Sad story.

Waffles

Wait For It.

There I was, minding my own business, humming a song I'd just made up, doodling tiny figures on a scrap of paper. Pure happiness. When this weird-grumpy-dude asked me to shut up. He was rather polite which embarrassed the hell out of me. I did shut up, at first, then I started again. Hum dum dum di dum bum gum bum dum dummm dumm. Ta ddaada ddaa.. Zumi dumi shumi..Prringgg. The dude started screaming at the top of his lungs, banging his fists on the table, his head on the walls, he tore on his clothes and pulled his hair out and then his brain herniated through his mouth! Yes, really. RIP.

Yay. I did it. Yes, yes I exaggerate. The guy didn't even say anything, he just gave the evil black look that gave me a stroke. <-- now that did happen.

Anyway.

You're about to be friends with this person when he/she/it does something that makes you go like 'Huh =/'

Our history-taking exam was about to start. I, being such a good girl, lent all my sheets to my friends. I was left with one very messy inky sheet. I was sure if I submitted my history on it, I would about 0.0 marks. So I asked this girl if I can have a tiny single paper from her Enormous-est-est-est-Notebook-Ever. She said No in a cold voice. Just like that. At such a crucial moment. Now am never going to lend my novels to her, Humph.

Turn offs: when people keep going on about their awesome lives and their awesome crushes. Those ONLY talk about their crushes. The nerdy friend who get an embolic attack when they don't top. And weirdos who talk gross during meal time <-- usually brothers.

That was very informative post, wasn't it? Right. Am BLANK =[ *sob*

So my mum is in hospital. She'll be back by Saturday. Inshaa'Allah. I really really really miss her. Home isn't good without her.

....I heart Chandler Bing in Friends. Can I have him? Pretty please?

Still. Hearts!

Will be on your blog soon =)

Happy moments!

P.S. Did waffles lure you here?

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Torture Time. Boo.

Hey. Sad, sad news. My exams are from Monday, so you will not see this poor elf for two weeks. I promise am going to read (and comment on) all the blogs I have been ignoring after my midterms. Inshaa'Allah.


Exams suck. They make us fat. We read a sentence -? we get starved -> we eat -> fat, fat and fat. The vicious cycle goes on and on.

 Anyway. What did I do all day instead of studying? Glared at my book, drew little tiny cartoons on every single page I was supposed to study, watched an episode of HIMYM,  cooked and ate noodles, had a loooong, great chatter with my brothers <-- on usual days they rarely exist and drank lots Falsa berry juice. And now am online. Later am going to bed. Tsk, tsk.

DeviantArt makes me happy. I like.

Happy Moments =)

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o