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

Need A Dose Of Endorphins.

This week is turning out to be one the most depressing weeks of my life. KU decided to post our 2nd year's result after 5 months of torture <- 5 months. Seriously! WTF. I was fast asleep dreaming about voodoo dolls and haunted tunnels <-- scariest dream ever! I woke up around 7 PM and oh my my! 22 texts blinked at me, all of them from my dear classmates. Result had come out and I'd passed. Yayie. Not really. Teachers can get pretty crappy and do whatever they feel like because they have the power. Talk about favoritism, biasism and loserism. They should be pushed into the pool of water when it's dead cold. Let's add a shark into that pool too, why don't we.

2.5 years done, 1.5 more to go. Gee. Can anybody fast forward? Am totally stressed out. Once upon a time I was this happy lil carefree girl who could actually enjoy life. I used to draw animes, write lesser lousy stuff, smile alot, and wasn't conscious about my teeth. Oh am so, now. I want them sparkling white. Also, I keep having nightmares in which a gang of toothless witches is trying to steal my teeth and another one about this huge crack on my central incisors. *shudders*. My life is constantly worrying about presentations, quizzes and losing teeth. I have huge dark circles under my eyes, my skin has lost the shine, it's grey, am agitated and ultra-moody. I don't even eat much. <-- can this be an accomplishment? I might have alopecia, too <-- now does That make you go Haww? Am going to be bald and toothless <-- superstition alert. Picture it.

Phew. I feel better now. Every student needs to whine. Moaning does help. Teeny weeny bit.

Okay. Turning on nice-lil-me mode.

Midterms are from next week and I have learnt nada. My books still look pretty new. Instead of studying I watch How I Met Your Mother Season. Allllll the time. That's my latest addiction. How I Met Your Mother. <-- plus the new Fruttare. Forget movies, forget novels, forget smosh.. it's all I watch these days.

Hearts.

I totally love Ted. I have this huge crush on him. As huge as that flaming ball in the sky that is killing us nowadays. I love his scruffy hair, I love how badly he wants to get married although it was very irritating when he kept running after Robin, I love his snobbishness, I even love his weird beard that makes him look like a goat. Barney won't be half as funny without him <-- he does need a wingman! and Marshall won't be half as cute.

I like Barney, too, I just cannot crush on him. I tried. To me he is a cute little duckling going on and on about his awesomeness <-- and he is so Legen - Wait for it - Dary! Word.

Happy Moments.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Evil Heat

Am so bored I was about to fool you by creating another dark fabilicious secret. Then it occured to me you are probably smarter than I think, I cannot fool you twice.

What I need is a good change <-- it would prevent me from creating false (but amazing) past. Also I wouldn't have to google pictures like these to amuse me.

Okay. These days am working on a plan. It's big, fishy and dark. I really want world peace <-- I want it to happen. As in Happen happen. The movie Kick-ass inspired the hell out of me. In next few years, you'll have one pretty good dentist and a superhero <-- Yay. I'll be a fantastic one but I know I won't be enough to save the whole big (dark, dirty) world <-- am I not modest? I'll have to train other people as well. I need volunteers. Anyone? Of course I can always manipulate you if I want but I believe in free will.  

I is super-hero by night.

Anyway.

It's unreasonably hot to do a sensible post <-- not that am not serious about Super-hero thing. I am. 100 %. This humidity is suffocating. My hair are sticky and sweaty. My face looks freakingly oily. I am depressed and on verge of tears. Effin ants are crawling on my laptop <-- this must due to heat, too, haina? *sniffs*. 

I need an air-conditioned bubble. I need gallons of water. I need ice <- you know that annoying 'shariinnngaa' ad? I need it to happen to me. I need to skip college or one of these days I'll be nothing but a fried burnt whatever-shape the heat will mould me into. I wish I had my own personal cloud that rains on me whenever I want it to. I wish I were a fat polar bear or a black and white cute lil penguin living in freezing Antarctica.  ... *sigh*

I hate you, effin heat.

For a minute think of this teddy as a Summer Heat.

Hope you live through it.

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o

Artist, interrupted

Today I'll share my incredible secret with you guys.

Long long time ago, not so long actually, ten years ago I was an artist. My life was loaded with watercolors. All day and night I painted the fantastic things ever been painted in this world. I drew Elephants of Egypt, Rabbit holes, Mango trees, Mountains of Yuu-Yuu <-- that's a place you won't know about, Atlantic ocean, random houses on random streets, people I happen to saw and even myself. The thing was they weren't just any paintings. They were enchanting like my never-ending magical watercolors I received from Mr. Lil Bo when I visited the Tinted Pond <-- another place you won't know about. It's otherworldly, you see. One look at the painting and you're bewitched. I was the new Picasso. <-- or whoever is the most famous artist.

Funnily enough it used to drive my family crazy. They would say behind my back <-- I have this habit of eavesdropping 'She's only ten. Why doesn't she play with dolls like other girls of her age? Why does she paint all day? Why does she have a blank stare when she isn't painting? Why doesn't she talk to us? Why doesn't she want to watch the new Barbie movie? Why, why, why??'. It bothered them a lot. It bothered me that it bothered them still I was too young to give a damn. One day a big bald man with plenty of love handles came to our house.

He looked kind of like this. 

 He had heard of my paintings and wanted to purchase alllllllllll of them. He'd also heard of my never-ending magical watercolors. He was willing to give millions of dollars for them. My family sold alllllllllll of them <-- and spent  alllllllllll the money, too while I was brainstorming in my bathtub. I had this fantastic idea --> auburn fox winking at a purple dancing moon. Marvelous, right?. 

Anyway. In two minutes my colorful world became the bleakest place ever. I wouldn't sleep. I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't talk. I wouldn't dream. I wouldn't even take a bath. Just because I couldn't paint. My family tired of messy and very smelly me sought after the big bald man with plenty of love handles. He had vanished into thin air. My heart had shattered into tiny shimmery pieces. I cried and I cried. It rained, I cried. It hailed, I cried. Trees shed leaves, I cried. It snowed, I cried. Nobody knew my pain. Everything reminded me of painting. I was an empty shell with a dead soul. Whatever that means. An year passed and I changed. I turned 11 and learnt to use computer. My new passion was drawing pictures on Paint. So instead of dying with a broken heart, I decided to love pixels.

Sadly am unskilled not too good at it.

Mountains of Yuu-Yuu.

Okay. So I was bored. I never was an artist. I draw crappy pictures.


Sidrah xx o(^_^)o

Don't Listen To Me Am Being Paranoid!

Sunday. It's Sunday.. it's Sunday... The last day of the weeeekendd! It's sunday.. Oh no, tomorrow is Monday. Don't go, Sundayyyyy!

Like it? I think am gonna be famous if I keep making up such songs. Watch out.



My mum's glaring at me because I have taken my breakfast to my bedroom <-- what's wrong with that??. Am not in a mood to sit with my caustic brothers and watch Geo TV <-- thanks to my dad with my yummy spaghetti-noodles and a lil piece of pratha I stole from my brother's plate <-- It's a sin for me to eat whole pratha. 

Talking about spaghetti-noodles yesterday <-- was saturday I had a sudden craving of noodles at 11:35 PM exactly. I got up from my lazy dusty kingdom and entered the most sacred place 'The Kitchen'.  I looked and looked and looked for a packet of maggie and in doing so I made a greatest mess ever made in this world <-- maybe that's the reason my mum's giving me the cold look?. Masalo ke dabbe cursed me as I pushed them in deep dark places of the cabinet. Poor Maggie, probably bullied by evil masale, sat hidden in a corner of the darkest zone <-- I had to get a chair to save it. Then brutally I threw the noodles into the boiling water <-- muhahahah. Wait. Oh no! I realized to my horror I was very hungry and one Maggie won't be enough for me. I turned to spaghetti and boiled them too <-- they took aaaaaages. In the end I ate a mixture of instant noodles and slow-as-a-turtle spaghetti. Was an okay experience. I was exhausted. I could only eat a spoonful <-- or a forkful.

Here I am, slurping on spaghetti-noodles and reading blogs. Lookie --> Pigs In Maputo .....it's such a cute blog. I like.

True Happiness!

Anyway. Don't you sometimes want to kill your tailor when they ruin the dress-of-your-dreams?? I hate! Absolutely hate >_<

Oh, the title! It's from the song I adore right now. It's adorable.

Doesn't she look like a cute version of Michael Jackson? Haina?

So, that's it. This senseless post is dedicated to you.. yes, you! And nah, not you! Not at all!

Happy Sunday!

Sidrah xx o(^-^)o