Snowy; The Creative Chaos Kitty

There's a cat that lives outside my office.

I only see it after dark though. Have yet to see it during regular work hours.

The cat isn't special. She's just there. It's so convenient for me to pet her and be nice to her that it would be stupid not to.

So it's sort of become routine now. I sit with my friends waiting for the car to go home and she appears, walking or limping depending on whether she's gotten into any fights during the day.

I scratch her ears and then much to the disdain of my friends, scoop her up in my lap.

My friends were kind enough to take me to the convenient store to get her some cat food. We have stored the cat food in a cupboard inside the office and try feeding her everyday.

It would be extremely sad to reveal this but I guess those ten minutes that I spend with Snowy are the most perfect part of my day. Quiet, peaceful, full of love.

Animals can sometimes communicate with us much better than other humans. No words to complicate things. If she wants to be around me she hops into my lap and rubs her nose against mine. When she gets bored she trots off.

No bullshit. 

Abdullah's toy soldier

My seven year old brother made this toy soldier entirely out of styrofoam and common pins. I'm putting these up so that he can someday look back through the archives of my blog and know what an incredibly smart kid he was.

Abdullah, you did this without any help from anyone. So if you're ever down, or think that you can't make it through anything, just remember. You're pretty much the smartest kid in our family. And I love you. And you WILL be successful.

:-*

The silent spectator

The most frustrating moments in life are when you are left helpless. Not because you are weak or incapable. But because you are not at the right place, at the right time to do something about the situation which is irking you.

You want to give everything you have, everything you possess and everything you are, just to make it all okay. Because no matter what, this little dilemma bothering you will not let you sleep at night. It won't go away like all the other times you've been the silent spectator witnessing someone else's suffering. It will engulf your every second in a faint, nudging sort of ache.

You'll try to forget about it. You'll try to engage yourself in something you enjoy. You'll be completely and blissfully happy with your life. And yet, secret midnight tears will streak your pillow. Because you are helpless. And this time, the one suffering is one of your own.

Yeap it's New York.

I got off Penn Station today on 7th Avenue only to be stopped by an African American homeless guy. Generally, I ignore them as they scare the shit out of me. But this guy actually cheered me up. Seriously, he was extremely funny. And a little crazy. Anyhoo. He said that 'our' women are the most beautiful in the world. He also said that even though he's an ugly guy but he's still the most beautiful guy in the world since he's a New Yorker. Then he apologized for being high. Ha.

Another eventful scene you ask? Okay. A street dancing group. It was exciting. And entertaining. And really fun.

Also, the Hershey's store at Times Square. Pure chocolate heaven. <3

I think I was high when I wrote this.

How important are rules for our survival? I mean, what if there were no rules? Why can't we trust humanity on it's own for our survival? Do we need to restrain it? Put it on a leash, in order to keep in humane? If so, then why call it humanity?

If there was no check on you. If you were anonymous. If you could do whatever you wanted without repercussions, what's the worst you would do?

Ask yourself.

What level of humanity would you practice once you were free of the binds of social cautiousness and the hassle of maintaining a public image?

Where's the key?

No, seriously, where is it? If you find it remember! It belongs to me. Thaanks.

- lon3lygurl123

No boyfraand. No lahver. Only a creepo stalker and a best friend who is already in a relationship. Even if she wan single, she's a she. And I am not a lesbian. I think. Yes, no, I'm straight. So, lonelygurl4u.

- So much green.

New blaaag on the block.

Here's my friend MA. (Jeremiah) She has a blog, and it's pretty kick-ass. The thing is she doesn't know it. Yet. Go over and read her stuff, and tell her how awesome she is.

Aaaand. Her latest post is about me: YAY.

-Bribe

Hi,

You can bribe me by giving me a Mr. Burger Raspberry Slushie. Yeah yeah, I know, owmaigaawd Mr. Burger izz sOo LaMez haina?

No. It's not. It has awesome brownies. And this heavenly slushie.

KTHBAI.

- OMG JASON CASTRO REPLIED

Twitter is officially cool. Fur realz.

I don't tweet much but I was online yesterday and I tweeted to Jason Castro welcoming him back to his youtube datenights because he's gone out of touch with his fans ever since his marriage in Jan 2010.

I was going through my mentions right now and I found that he had replied. OMG.

If this would've happened in grade 9th, I might've had a cardiac arrest.

P.s. I really want paloosa, zashy, happy bug and deeba to read this since they'll be able to relate to my happiness. Oh, and ofcourse, my flashaaz.

-HaWt Bwoiz

Hello, meet my friends. First up is Jeremiah. He's from Armenia. Hayastan. He has red hair. He can play the guitar and loves Imran Khan. He loves sky diving, bungee jumping and helps me devise plans to take over the world.

Up next is Sikandar. Sikandar has a very short temper but when it comes to his gf he's very sweet at heart. Sikandar says: "I cAn d0 anYfiN fO maH frnXx cuX deY r My Lyf". He has beaten up several guys to defend his 'jigarz'.

They are the hottest guys I have ever seen.

__________

Edit: It's me and MA, a friend of mine, playing dress-up. Daunt confuze.

- Burning through my darkest night

- Purple Skies

Vote for Sylar Pliss? ^__^

Heyy all.

If you're reading this and love/like Sylar/Zachary Quinto, please please vote for him here.

And if you don't, do it as a favour to me. ^__^

KTHX.

xx

Super girl XD

Happy Birthday to one of the awesomest people I know. *drumroll*

Saira Siddiqi.

She's truly an amazing person. She's sensitive, and a very good listener. Knows how to give the best advice and she's so complex (in a good way) that you could talk to her for hours and not get bored.

Saira is a good friend. A wise friend. A caring little munchkin she is. She's a multi tasker and doesn't admit it. Saira, you underestimate yourself too much.

Our friendship is something like love at first sight. LOL. Literally. The first time we met. We spilled everything to each other. Every little secret. Major, minor. Everything. And it's only gotten stronger since.

I know sometimes I act stupid and hurt you. I'm sorry for that. I'm not as experienced or good with life as you are Sai. I'm learning, bear with me pliss? :)

Lastly, thank you for being such an awesome friend and even awesome-r person. You're beautiful on the outside, but even more beautiful on the inside. I'm glad to be your friend and I hope this lasts forever. LOVEYOULOADS.

xx

OH, and HAPPY BIRTHDAYY BUDHHIII!!

Eid Mubarak!

The only decent photograph I have of myself, well of my necklace on eid :)

Hello dear readers, Eid Mubarak! *Hugs you thrice* :D

It's mechanical to be happy on eid, even when I really have a lot to be sad about. But Eid is about giving thanks unto Allah and rejoicing for what we have, and not we desire. :)

I'm sad about the people who have lost literally everything here in Pakistan, and yet their hope amazes me. The strength of the Pakistani people never fails to astound me. We get through everything. Everything.

I'm sad about those misguided people who are doing this thing. The whole Burn the Quran day and all. To them: Whatever. Seriously. Honestly. As long as the Quran is safe in our hearts and as long as true believers keep following what is in it, noone can hurt the spirit. I'm just sad about these people. What would it be like living inside their hate filled heads? *shudders*

Let me elucidate on one point that I keep stressing all the time. What I feel for these people is restricted to ONLY the people involved in this shameful act. I'm not naming any country or religion. And since no human should resort to such levels of hatred, I condemn anyone who would take part in such a hurtful act whether they be of any creed, colour or religion.

Ah, serious hogaya.

Hmm, so getting back to eid. As my friend Anusha said in a text:

Today is about two things:

1. Looking pretty and
2. EIDI!!!

So yeah, Eidi, Sheer Khurma, new clothes, FOOD and lots of love!

Eid Mubarak once more all you lovely people! :)
____________________


P.S. Happy Happy Birthday my sweet unbiological sister Monazzaaahhh!! Love you forever xoxo

Dostana

I was just browsing through my old folders and came across this video. I made this my last year of high school since I was being so nostalgic and all. I think it's cute. And I love these people, really. They made school so much funn :)

Note that the music isn't mine. No copyright infringement intended.

Shoes, apples and being ambidextrous

This is going to be a very random post. There. You have been warned.

I really like these shoes, and I'm hoping to get something similar for eid. It's love. And you can't help yourself when it comes to love now can you. I am in love with these pink little angels. They will complete my existence. Uh. I'm being overly dramatic again aren't I? Meh. Take a look:

Such beauty :')

Coming down to apples. I love apples. They're so shiny and nicely shaped. And they taste just right. Not too sweet like grapes, and not too citrus-y like oranges. The perfect mixture of tangy and sweet, with that wonderful crunchy texture.

But I hate it when I pick up a red ripe apple to find those tiny holes that are but just a reminder that a worm has already conquered the piece of fruit as it's own. HA! it says. YOU LOSE. And then I have to cut the Apple up to make sure the worm still isn't inside and I hate cutting up apples. I like eating them whole. Wow. This is more random than I thought it would be.

Oh yeah, and I want to be ambidextrous. Because that way, I'll be able to apply perfect nail colour on both my hands.

I think that's enough of randomness for now.

Alejandro, please just let me go.

Okay maybe I'm like really weird or inexperienced when it comes to matters of the heart but I've been thinking about some stuff that I just have to say.

Why does she love him? I mean no. Okay rephrase that. Why does she love him more than she loves her self respect? It's so annoying. Fine, I get it, she's hormonal and devoted and all that. But does she really have to spoil him like this? To make her existence so lowly in his eyes that he stops respecting her? Groveling before him, begging for the love that she deserves to get without asking.

That's just one person I'm talking about. But even in general, isn't love supposed to be a two way thing? Where both the partners share mutual feelings of respect and consideration and support for each other? And if this is not the case, then one should empower herself enough to draw that line, to say no to herself.

Yo, people. Know when to stop caring okay? I'm not saying stop loving. But if the other person is making fun of you in front of all his friends on facebook then dudette please. Just stop making it so public. It's a disgrace to feminity and all the beautiful things associated with it.

As Lady Gaga puts it:

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.
But I just can't be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

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