tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237940764980409012024-03-14T00:01:31.922-07:00On A Lazy Summer DayAll She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16819218814155049450noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623794076498040901.post-86035903625290588482011-12-28T06:42:00.000-08:002011-12-28T06:43:20.858-08:00Saving the World....for you.<span style="color: lime;"> Yello, people!I know I haven't posted in a while, a long one, but I have a perfect reason for that. It just so happens that I got abducted by aliens from the next galaxy. They just wanted to know if the zits sprouting on my face with alarming rapidity that they could see from way up there was a special weapon intended to hurt them. They, terrified by the ginormosity of the said pimples, offered to make me their queen if I would, in return, pledge not to attack them. I, ofcourse, politely declined, because then who would save you, yes you, from global warming?! One planet, I decided, is enough to save at a time. Then I whistled for Kirk to appear with his spaceship and bring me back to Mother Earth. And were my pimples earth armour? Oh, absolutely, undoubtedly, completely yes.They dare....</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">OK,I'm kidding. The reason I haven't posted in so long is actually...well my last post went viral on the internet and a lil birdie told about it, incidentally, to none other than Ian Somerhalder himself and he had me flown, immediately to L.A in his private jet and put all his further recordings of The Vampire Diaries on hold and spent the last couple of weeks with me and was so wooed by my womanly charms and grace that he proposed right away. I, ofcourse, politely declined because I knew that could cause a drastic fall in the female population on Earth. And thus, that also comes under the heading of 'Saving the World.' So you see, I've just been saving the world these past weeks. No big deal. Happens all the time. *studies nails*</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Jealous, are you? Are you gonna cruelly get off my blog,hide under your covers and cry yourself to sleep? Are you so mad at me that you can't bear reading it any further? Have I mortally wounded your heart beyond repair? Have I set your hearts aflame with jealousy with the fiery blows of my burning words? I apologize!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The truth is I've just....been hanging out backstage with the guys from One Direction......Okay, no,no!I'm still kidding, come back. I've just been busy with my exams, that's all. There, happy?Boring, ordinary, crappy life of mine that makes you so content.</span><br />
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Anyway, I need ta tell you guys something. How did my exams go? Pathetic. How pathetic? Oh very, <i>very</i> pathetic. But this time it was different...<br />
Because usually, it's like this.<br />
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But this time, halfway through exams when I've given the first 3 of them I came across something that made me more emotional than this pic...and you know I could've cried a river if I would've been left alone with it long enough<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Anyway, the words that touched my hearts so were:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">'Louis Pasteur was 22nd in a Chemistry class of 25 students. Examinations are not the true test of a student's intelligence.'</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It also mentioned how Einstein was thought retarded and Edison told he would never accomplish anything. It was my Chemistry paper the next day which happens to be my worst subject. Right after reading this, I abandoned my books faster than you could finish rapping an Eminem song. I was convinced studying would do me no good and I would still become a pro marine biologist or astronaut or journalist or whatever I become. Convincing my teachers and parents.....well,that's another story. I did read the article allowed to my Mom but she just gave me the evil eye. I know you understand. After that I hardly studied for any of the exams and maybe flunked one or two but atleast now I'm an illuminated flunker. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="Tumblr_lvsp1zgeif1qmdlvho1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19011487/tumblr_lvsp1zgeiF1qmdlvho1_500_large.jpg" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">So this time, they went better because I realised I'd almost never given a paper without studying for it and</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">I've done that now.Check. Anyways, it's great being back blogging. I'll try to comment and post more now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">I hope you guys are having an amazing winter break.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17953246/tumblr_lu7ia1iFmr1r0d6b1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Tumblr_lu7ia1ifmr1r0d6b1o1_500_large" border="0" height="312" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17953246/tumblr_lu7ia1iFmr1r0d6b1o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Not that he knows of it. As of yet. I was in awe of this piece of perfection even before I saw him because of the constant babblings of my bff, Areeba. And when I did lay my eyes on him, I resolved to be in deep pursuit to lay my hands on him, too someday. I thought it would last, right? But did you see his name on </span><a href="http://mariyammusing.blogspot.com/2011/10/could-i-die-for-youplease.html" target="_blank">this post</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">? I knew when I posted it that atleast one person would point out that fatal flaw in that list to me. And lo and behold, it happened. And since then I've been thinking of posting this post in my defense before you exile me out of the international sisterhood that have mortal commitment to revering this person.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">I DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">I would wail if</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">you were standing infront of me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">IT JUST DID! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">I would further wail.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">IS IT THAT WEIRD?HUH?HUH?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">I would demand (still wailing).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">The truth is, somewhere around that episode when he realizes that his precious Katherine is not entombed along with all the vampires in season 1 (yes, I'm still there and I'm NOT wailing in my justification for this) all the love I cherished in my heart for him extinguished like a lamp in a cold gust of wing, like water evaporates in the middle of Summer. Just like that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">His hypnotic eyes that took my breath away, those messed up dark hair, the way he looked up from under his lashes, his smooth way with ladies, his witty words, his charming flattery, his aloofness, his passion for his undying love, the way he teased Stefan, the way he could trick everyone,that sexy, crooked smile,his cynical, archy expressions, the intensity and a volcano of feelings hidden behind those unfeeling and cold shell, that soft heart behind the vile, selfish, hard person and the shivers-triggering glacier-like eyes.....sigh.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Ehem, ehem so yeah the Somerhalder doesn't smolder me anymore (see what I did there =D) *flips blonde hair*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I'm over him suddenly, weirdly, inexplicably, freakishly, wonderingly, confusedly, surprisingly. But over him I am and so I shall stay forever. Gone are the days when I used to argue with my friends over him, when I used to freak over his pictures in magazines, when I used to wait for the scenes in TVD with him in it (no wait, I still do that) and when I researched on him untiringly on the internet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">And gone am I if I don't get off now and take a shower (yeah, It's been a while since I took one) and get to the avalanche of an entire whole week worth of homework later...probably. Teehee.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">P.S. I'm not blonde and love being a brunette but they just sound more catty and snooty. Which is a good thing sometimes so no offence intended.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">So Adios, swooning over Ian Smoldering Somerhalder and Adios people who are kind enough to be still reading this uber blasphemous post.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">But that's got nothing to do with this post, as exciting as it is. Honestly, there's not much that's gotta do anything with this post unless you count:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Yes, happy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Eid Mubarak</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"> to all of you! I know I'm about a week late but let's pretend I'm not and move on with our lives, OKAY?? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">OK. It was an alright Eid this time. I had more fun the night before when I went to get my mehendi (henna) done with my Mom and aunt. For about an hour we searched all the shops in the the town for the famous 'Red cone' that's all the rage nowadays. Imagine our joy when we finally found it, feeling like I've got my hands on the Holy Grail. I bet, though, you can't imagine my horror and incredulity when the mehendi dried up and showed its true colours. Literally. Apparently, the colour mehendi-manufacturing-company-people defines RED is otherwise is known as the colour of "cow-poop" or "mud" and "clay" to people in my life that felt obliged to comment on it. -.-. ARGH! It looks as ugly as it should've looked breath-taking. Screw me for happily discarding my gut feeling that something's wrong from the beginning. Now I get to spend my days rubbing my hands in hopes that it'll come off. And, NO you don't get to see a picture of that. And screw you lying, scheming mehendi-manufacturing-company people!Screw you!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">The last paragraph was unintentional. Believe me. The highlight of my Eid day was going to Pizza Hut at night with my whole big family. And riding a camel on the beach later with my little sister and even littler cousin. AWE-SOME!Picture?NO!Hell, getting on and off it is AWK-WARD.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Why am I doing that to words? I have no idea.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">That's my cue to end this post already. Okay, just wanted to let you guys know I'm not dead...just busy...in being lazy. And to my precious new foolwers, hiya people and thankyou so much! =)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">P.S. This post was written on 12th but it became an unintended victim of my lazyness and utter stupidity and so 'yesterday' changed into 'A few days back.'</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">P.P.S. WHAT is it with people commenting on my blog but not following me?Is it because you don't like my blog?Then why did you comment?Is it your way of saying that your blog is good but not good enough to be followed? That's it,isn't it? Isn't it? *Sniff*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">How did you people's Eid go?And did you wish for something on 11.11.11?If you did...I really hope you get it.</span><br />
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All She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16819218814155049450noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623794076498040901.post-51767576567606264172011-11-03T09:19:00.000-07:002011-11-03T12:46:21.551-07:00Yon NEED to know about these people<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">This post is for some of my bestestest friends I've ever had in my life. :) Why this sudden emotional overpour here? Because they gave me THIS today:</span><br />
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THEY is basically four of my best friends,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Areeba</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Tayyaba</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Rija</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Mariam</span> (which is not me, [ yes we even share names. Be jealous ]:P)<br />
I tried to put off posting this post but I have to get it out while still in my mind.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">It happened like this:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Areeba enters the class lugging a huge </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">blue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> shopper with a huge </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">brown</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> something in it, almost weighing her down. I stop chattering with Tayyaba to stare at her.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Areeba throws the shopper towards me before I can ask what the hell she's carrying to school at 7 in the morning.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I open it and Scooby's ears and face peek out. I look at their grin-stricken faces.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">"Wh---for me?!" I say, utterly, completely, totally taken aback by surprise.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">They nod enthusiastically, still smiling from ear to ear. "<i>Deputy Head Girl banne ki khushi mein</i>." They explain.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">My mouth falls open as I rush to attempt to suffocate them both in a bear hug. I can't believe it. How sweet can they GET?! I gave Rija and Mariam a great big hug too 'cause they all contributed and just because they frigging deserve it. And much more.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I love them because they're incredibly supportive, loving, fun, talented,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> beautiful</span>, they see right through to me and they make me feel like I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">belong</span>. And they believe in me and they encourage me. And they showed the proof of this in the form of a stuffed dog. It's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> adorable</span> and I'm so, so greatful to them for making my life so very beautiful and making me feel so very blessed in having found a friend in all of them.I thank God for each and every one of them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">They're <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">unique</span> because nobody else in my class who got on the student council got this amazing a gift. But I guess that's 'cause they don't have that<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> amazing</span> friends. =D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And how can I forget my</span><i style="color: #cc0000;"> pyari si </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">friend </span><a href="http://arfa-ezazi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Ezazi</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> who wrote me my very own poem just for me the day before yesterday. Though she can't ooze out a mere 40 rupees for a Cornetto, out of ofcourse her natural Scroogeness which she just can't help, she more than makes up for this </span><i style="color: #cc0000;">sastapana </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">with the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">magic</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> she weaves with her words. I wish, I so wish I could share that amazing, fantastic,beautiful, entrancing, engrossing poem but that, apparently would be copyright infringement. :/ But I WILL,I so WILL. Screw your consciousness and copyrightness, Ezazi!I wanna </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">show you off</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> to the world! =D</span><br />
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</div>So thank you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Areeba</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Arfa</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Tayyaba</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"> Rija </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Mariam</span>. You guys have a piece of my heart and always will. You put a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">smile</span> on my face and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> gratefulness</span> and love in my heart. You're my inspiration and you complete me and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> I WANNA TELL IT TO THE WHOLE WORLD!!</span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, my best friends don't get why I'm so crazy about this guy but trust me everytime I think of him I go like this. Because his voice is so damn funny...it's so squeaky and weird and well, a guy's gotta have guts to sing with a voice like that. But the really weird thing is that he still sounds so freaking great just like the music he creates. Stereo Hearts is so beautiful and touching and She Will Be Loved is one of my All. Time. Favourites.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">He's funny and he's thoughtful and he sings with all his heart and soul. Not to mention that light stubble and blown-away hair and tattoos makes him look smokin' hot. I dig him. Hehehehehehehehehehehehe. ;) See, what's not to love?</span><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Enrique Stealing-my-heart-away Iglesias</u></span><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16645962/enriqueiglesias090517_01_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="Enrique Iglesias, Ethias Arena Hasselt - Cutting Edge" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16645962/enriqueiglesias090517_01_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">'CAUSE BABY I LIKE IT, THE WAY HE SINGS IN THE------ew, what is this liquid-y thing on the screen?Is it raining?At the end of October??</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Oh, it's just you drooling?</span><br />
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<a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15693614/EnriqueIglesias_09_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15693614/EnriqueIglesias_09_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Enrique-Iglesias_09 - Enrique Iglesias" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15693614/EnriqueIglesias_09_thumb.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: red; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">Well, I forgive you. I know you can't help it this irresistible piece of perfection with a his sexy freaking amazing voice whether he's screaming that he's taking back his love or crooning that he can be my hero. With a face to go perfectly with that voice, and you get a guy I'll happily die in the arms of. </span><br />
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<u style="color: lime; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Robert Downey Jr.</u><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">What is it about him that the older he gets, he gets more and more attractive than even X-men's Magneto?What? He is the best Iron man and Sherlock Holmes that ever was. He's witty, funny, smooth, charming, with a quirky sense of humour,killer smile and even more killer style and taste in cars.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I spend half his movies just staring at him. And damn his movies are long. And, well wishing he was younger. And wasn't married. And didn't have any kids.*Sob* Iron man wouldn't have had been half as successful and fun if we girls didn't know it was Robert's face behind the stupid helmet of that lean, mean fighting machine. Swoon.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Jim T. Kirk:</u></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I'M SO STARSTRUCK BY THIS SPACE COWBOY!(See what I did there?*smug*)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">The genius rebel who could drive and live to tell the tale at the age of 12. He's crazy,he's impulsive, he's brave,he's reckless,he's a little arrogant and best of all he operates in space. His bad luck with alien girls aside, he can so sweep me off my feet without even stepping inside his spaceship.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Yes I know he's currently a sponge living in a pineapple underwater. I KNOW. The problem with me is I always thought he was a piece of cheese and even though now I know now he,sadly, isn't I can't accept the fact that he's a sponge and not cheese. Even though that's the first part of his first name. I JUST CAN'T OKAY?That's a precious piece of my childhood I don't wanna lose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> And that Patrick STAR isn't an octopus but a lousy starfish. Even though that's the last part of his last name, I can't get this instinct and conviction out of my system that PATRICK IS AN OCTOPUS!And that Squidward is actually an octopus AND NOT A SQUID. Even though that's the first part of his name.WHAT, I ask you, is up with that?They could make a whole Amazing Facts list out of that cartoon. They could do a documentry on them on NAT GEO.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> Anyway, why do I love it and what is he doing on my list? Because he's so sweeeeeeeeeeeeet and it makes me laugh and the the whole cartoon completely defies all logic of science It's all more screwed up more than there names And because I'm a cheese person. Isn't that awesome. :D</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">If someone asked me what my favourite season is, my answer would be:</div>"I dunno...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Summer</span> I guess 'cause that's when my birthday is! :)...But I kinda love all the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"> </span>colours of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">spring</span>...and I love winter,too and I love everything about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">autumn</span>...AAAAAH, I dunno,OKAY?I love all of them!Now quit torturing me and go back to the land of confusion where you came from,WILL YOU!!" And run and hide myself under the bed and cry.<br />
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BUT, you know, recently I've felt how the wind's turned a bit chilly at night and the Sun isn't that hot in the day anymore. And that always sort of, made me a little <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">happy</span> inside, inexplicably. And I can't CAN'T wait for autumn to envelope us in its divine beauty, already and give me a chance to wear my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">beloved</span>, treasured hoodies...and boots.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #994c8e; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #a000a0; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">☺</span></b></span> That I don't own. Yet. AND yesterday, THIS happened:<br />
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Okay you should probably know that all of last week, and the last day of the week before, I've been mercilessly grounded in the windmill of giving exams. Stupid, stupid, STUPID brain cells murdering exams that would be given a life sentence to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Azkaban</span> if ever that could be possible. I'm pretty sure I flunked two of them but I couldn't even bring myself to care. Yep, that's how insensitive the cruelty and injustice has made me.<br />
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So anyway, yesterdsay was the last one. And for the last time I literally <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">crawled</span> out of bed with just 2 hours of sleep last night (It was Maths,you see, who would be hanged instantaneously instead of being imprisoned and also, 'cause I'd spend half of night watching MasterChef Australia and Eclipse, yeah that's how desperate exams make me.)<br />
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So anyway, I step outta my home, yawning and cursing, and then I stop short. Why? BECAUSE:<br />
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That put a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">huge</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> smile</span> on my face<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #994c8e; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #a000a0; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">☺</span></b></span> and totally opened my eyes. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">WIDE</span>. And so did my Maths paper when it came under my nose but that made me totally forget about it. For a while.<br />
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And now when I wake up,every morning,the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">grass </span>is like this:<br />
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And have you ever walked <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">barefoot</span> in grass like this? Because you haven't lived yet if you haven't. It <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">tickles</span> your feet and it's so cold and it makes you laugh...and with the morning sun on your face, it makes you hot and cold at the same time.It's beautiful.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #994c8e; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #a000a0; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">☺</span></b></span><br />
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And the days and evenings are even more beautiful,so golden. About how the sunlight don't quite<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"> fall </span>in line and the sun looks sorta outta its usual place in the sky....Please tell me it's not just me. Please.<br />
And, ah, the joy of walking on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">crunchy</span> leaves, the indignant sound they make when you care to especially step as hard and cruelly on one as you could<br />
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And the nights are....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">magical</span>. Something about the almost bare trees,as their leaves desert them one by one and gently gather at their feet. And the chilly air that sends <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">shivers</span> down your spine and yet not make you cold enough.<br />
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Something so<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> sad</span>, so<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> romantic</span>, so<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> poignant</span> about those nights, the clear moon holding still in th <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sky</span> encircled by twinkling, winking <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;">stars </span>and an occasional cloud or two on a dark <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">canvas</span>. It's like somehow the whole world is holding its <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">breath</span>.<br />
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And then late at night when you curl up with a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">book</span>,your hands around a steaming mug of coffee or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">hot chocolate</span> and tugging your comforter just a little bit closer for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">warmth</span>. Or just talking and laughing with your family, around a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">fire</span>.<br />
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And of course, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">scarves</span> and boots and sweaters and hoodies and shawls and jackets hiding away in your closet. And going shopping for the season. Absolute <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">joy.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #994c8e; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #a000a0; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">☺</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">P.S</span>. In honour of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Autumn</span> and also because now it sounds stupid I'm officially changing my blog name to *drumroll*......<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">ON A HAZY AUTUMN NIGHT</span>....which is no less stupid and all the more weird but...I dunno,OKAY?Now quit torturing me and go back to the land of confusion where you came from,WILL YOU!! *run and hide myself under the bed and cry.*<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">For kids, rain is another game. They can't help leaping and jumping in joy in the puddles without giving a damn even if they're wearing their best dress. Its another excuse for them for making little paper boats or inventing their own games.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">It doesn't take any more than a few raindrops to get their short hair and little bodies completely sodden. As long as its raining, you could hear their little, adorable laughs ringing through the air and the pitter patter of their running feet along with the rain as they run around, carefree and joyful like little beautiful birds in the sky, having the time of their lives.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Even the kids' parents can't hide their excitement. I mean, you HAVE to have seen their delighted and the relieved smiles.Their suddenly uplifted moods and their cheerful conversations. Whether at jobs or driving home from work or just looking after kids, there's a new spring in their step. Anything to change the same,boring old routine.I love it when it rains and my parents instantly suggest a drive around the down and crank up the radio, and gets pakoras and samosas to enjoy with some hot tea and sorta just mix in with the kids with their excitement, maybe reminiscing their own childhood rainy memories.</span><br />
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And for the others a.k.a us?With the first raindrop to the last there's a frenzied exchange of text messages with our friends and relatives whether they're in the city,or even the country or not. Just to tell what a terrific time we're having and that we remember them and want them to be here to share this moment. We play with the kids, laugh with the elders and just try to have the most of life, away from homework and school and tensions. And if we're in school, trapped in a classroom, watching the rain outside longingly and waiting foe the bell to ring?That's another great feeling. 'Cause then, you MUST be with all your friends and who better to celebrate rain with?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">For lovers, every drop reminds them of a special one. A quick call or a text message to talk to them, to want to be with them,to hold them. There's something SO romantic about the rain,so poignant, so beautiful and perfect. I swear, it's one of the most exquisite feelings in the whole wide world when your cell phone lights up with a text from him/her as soon as it starts raining.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">For bookworms, no better time to snuggle in their warm beds curled with a steaming cup of coffee and their favourite book, a light tip tap of rain in the background to keep a smile on their face.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">For people for whom rain is a reminder of a lost one, that rekindles someone's memories and that makes them long for someone to be there, something so disquieting and so sad about the falling rain that takes you back to a place in your heart for someone who you have saved there. And then you cry.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Rain is a connection. Rain is a feeling. It is a bridge between distances. It means a bit different to everyone but whether you're young or old, rich or poor, happy or sad, awake or sleepy, in a crowd or alone, on a mountain, by the sea or in a desert, you can relate. The sheer giddiness inside you, it's just so unique and uplifting, something you can just share with everyone. It's one of the best feelings in the world.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">And the best part? EVERYONE gets to feel it. :)</span><br />
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</div>All She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16819218814155049450noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623794076498040901.post-46148719800759887112011-09-08T11:46:00.000-07:002011-09-08T11:56:31.694-07:00Counting it's Last Breaths...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIgUjU4BTEw/TmkJP2pJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/63ktFkN3PpM/s1600/217659_10150148942939135_669929134_6744227_6199822_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIgUjU4BTEw/TmkJP2pJ2UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/63ktFkN3PpM/s320/217659_10150148942939135_669929134_6744227_6199822_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" Hey, can I have your calculator?" My friend, sitting infront of me turns to ask, her face scrunched up in anxiety.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> It's our first-period Maths class and I'm intently copying the circles drawn the board. That's the part of Maths I get. The drawing one. The solving part...I copy from The-Girl-Before-Me. So it's ESSENTIAL she gets a calculator. NOW.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">She takes out the grey g</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">adget of pure geniosity and hands it over.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We get back to our circles, assured we'll soon be filling the empty spaces left under them with perfect, neat answers.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ruba, The-Girl-Before-Us, turns back,"It's not turning on." She says nervously.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aliza(BFF) grins wearily. I smile indulgently. Silly her. See, the calculator looked a thing out of 80's movies. You know, ancient and worn and not at all like the shiny ones with coloured buttons. I thought those kinda calculators look abnoxious and snobby. I think they sorta make our trusted calculators look inferior (Never mind I have one just like that, but the fact it has never made a trip to a school,to date, is proof of my preferences.) Which is totally wrong,'cause they worked just fine, thankyou very much!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All the while, I'm looking at Aliza's attempts, horrified. When Aliza looks up hopelessly at me, I shake my head resolutely, grab it from her and stab the button with my index finger and bang it against the desk, willing it to come back to life. IT NEVER DOES!=0 ="(</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a moment of silence as we digest this great change in our lives we'll have to face from now on.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then Aliza confesses,"I never even took it outta my bag....I just ignored it."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What?It died from suffocation??Lack of sunlight??Neglect?Calculator abuse?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh my God," I go, looking at her."YOU KILLED THE CALCULATOR!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looks suitably guilty and uncomfortable. We stare at each other, thinking; I look back down and bite my lip. "Maybe we should have a funeral. Bury it properly."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Goodbye,"I whisper, as she puts it away-nay, buries-it back in her bag, looking away.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My last request on its behalf is," Never throw it away, please."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aliza nods solemnly and we return to the mysterious circles on our notebooks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The calculators had faithfully served its mistress(es) for the past 5 years,often saving our necks in crucial moments during exams.(think: Kreacher) It has, indeed, died a tragic hero's death and lived up to a ripe old age(when it got plenty ignored and mistreated. Oh, the shame!). It would be remembered in fondest memories. We decided, Aliza and me, it was perhaps time that we moved on, too like the calculator had to rest in its calculatory heaven (we're sure of that,yes).</span><br />
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</u></i></span>All She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16819218814155049450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623794076498040901.post-4138020288517450582011-09-02T21:51:00.000-07:002011-09-02T21:58:44.566-07:00My (Craziest) Fantasies<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;">1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">To Date a Celebrity:</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've always wanted to date a celebrity,not just any but the really famous,really rich ones that rules over Hollywood and the hearts of the millions of girls around the world. I don't know why exactly, maybe so I could revel in the sweet knowledge that my guy has his very own Ferrari and a private jet and yachts and possibly a small island. And best of all, he'll take me shopping every weekend in the Beverely Hills and I'll totally have Emporio Armani and Louis Vuitton and Coco Chanel totally begging me to let them design a dress for me to wear to the next Grammys or Oscars or and I'll go,kindly,in my most sympathetic tone, "I'll really need time to think about that." As if! And the girls all over the world would be totally jealous of me, but secretly admire me like the whole Justin Bieber- Selena Gomez thing, because I'M the one he chose out of every girl on the planet. ME. Anyway, I wouldn't marry him. Just date. And that's why it'll always have to stay a fantas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">y.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2. Go to Hogwarts:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You know it's on your list, too. Who wouldn't? In words of the Great (literally) Hagrid himself "No finer school than Hogwarts." Sure, he said that.Um, in the first book, third chapter. Go run,check. And if he didn't, I've done it so now you know it's true. I love all the teachers (Specially that slinky, snivelly oddball. Eeep! ), the castle, the grounds, Quidditch, the food, the secret corridors, sorted into houses, Hogsmeade, all them magical creatures, even *gulp* the lessons. Just to get lost in the magic of it all. True, I haven't received a letter yet but HOW do you explain me making a flower open its petals without ever touching it!It totally freaked out my little sister.....psssht,Snape? Snape!Read that?see? SEE? I KNEW you will!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">3. To Give A Interview:</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would love to go on a show like Ellen or Oprah or David Letterman, just once, and listen to them asking me about my life and piling me with appreciation and list my terrific achievements right infront of everyone while I thank them endlessly and look down modestly and keep a shy, gracious smile on my face and everyone will clap and I'll wave them to acknowledge their adoration and fans not lucky enough to be there would YouTube it all over the world...just like I do sometimes of my favourite celebrities. I know, it's embarassing but fascinating, too. I mean, I don't wanna be famous or anything, really, just something about those interviews is so damn glamorous and attractive that I just can't help wishing it. I know,weird.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">4.Travelling All over The World:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That's what I've wanted to do since I was little. To travel to every corner of the world, go through every experience, eat all kinds of food,wear different clothes, see different people,study every culture and civilizations and religions and do each and every thing, from scuba diving to hiking to fishing, everything that this world has to offer. But that's stupid 'cause practically I can't really go to every corner of the planet. But still...Let's just say, I don't ever miss out on living life to it's full</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">5. Eradicate corruption,illiteracy, poverty, hatred and racism:</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I had my way, this world would be a peaceful, happy, content,honest planet.......which would be totally boring. Because then, there'd be no drama, no change, no sudden joys and sorrows, monotonous. But then, when see what this world has come to, I wish for exactly that kinda place for everyone especially my fellow Pakistanis to live in. Where people would accept equality and justice with their hearts. But that's next to impossible. I can't totally vanish it off the face of the Earth. But still, what's the harm in fantasizing?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know,you wouldn't exactly think of them right away when you think of your favourite things but I know they're on everyone's list. You don't need to be a Da Vinci progeny to make them that's why they're all over the last page of our notebooks and they totally rock comic strips. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">There's something so charming and funny about them...And even the Paris and Milan runway models would trade bodies with them :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is one of my very favourite parts of when Mom brings home something very fragile...I'm actually more excited if it has bubbles wrapped around it and if it doesn't...I die a little inside .I love the little popping sounds when the bubbles deflate by my chipped nails,teeth or feet. It's one of the most satisfying sounds in my life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's probably the only thing that makes noise when I strangle it and still not end up in jail.I've spent my life battling with my siblings over it and if I had my way, I'll ask people to gift it to me on my birthday. NO. KIDDING. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">3. Smell of rain</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ah, as a hard-core Karachiite, I spend half my year looking forward to the rainy months....which always take their sweet time in arriving. But the wet,earthy,smoky,warm smell that's in the air JUST before it starts pouring makes me go all fuzzy and excited inside. I love breathing it in, literally holding my b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">reath in expectation and savouring it.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am a self-confessed bookworm. What I love about them is I get totally get lost in a another,new world. When my own life gets too much to handle, I turn to books. They're probably the most powerful things in our life, without us knowing it. They can make us double up with laughter, or swollen-eyed with crying, they can teach us </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">better then our teachers,change our lives forever. All, even by just being a non-living thing. They hold worlds in their words and i love every bit of that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Shopping is one of the greatest things to do out there, I say with the deepest sincerity of my heart. I love shopping for everything, from outfits to shoes to bracelets and hats. I love how it all comes together to form a totally amazing look. It's one of the greatest expression of your personality and your style. Your choices speak for themselves and let it shout out </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">LOUD!</span><br />
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