one of those surprisingly eventful days

summer holidays are awfully boring. i can't wait for school to start so that i can get back to work. i can totally feel all my productive juices leaking out of my brain.

BUT THIS PAST SUNDAY WAS ACTUALLY FUN :D

my dad had suddenly decided that he wanted to show off his cooking skills to the entire family and make biryani, from scratch. since this has never happened before, my mum, brother and i jumped at the opportunity and made a plan to have some family time with my uncle and aunt (dad's brother and his wife) by hanging out in a mall, leaving my dad all alone (at my uncle's house) to cook.

LOL i just realized how mean that was of us.

anyway, we went to the mall. my brother and i barely ever hang out with my uncle and aunt (even though they are both in their 20s and not too uncool) so it was pretty nice roaming around and spending time together, as a family. the first stop we made was at the bookstore, where i got this:

Duma Key by Stephen King. :D i was actually looking for some of his really popular books like 'Salems Lot, Firestarter, Carrie etc but this was the only Stephen King book they had (apart from Under The Dome which didn't appeal to me much). but whatever, IT'S A BOOK! I LOVE BOOKS! OM NOM NOM.

then, we went into this cool watch store where i passed a (truthful) remark about how it's been a whole year since i've worn a watch. this led my uncle to insist on my choosing a watch so that he could buy it for me. i chose this:

it's purple, yay! and it's a watch. i like purple, and i like watches. so, major win in that department.

after that we just roamed around aimlessly, doing what we know best: WINDOW SHOPPING. we looked at bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry and tons of other stuff but didn't buy anything apart from the book and watch.

then, it was time to go back to my uncle's place, where my dad was all alone, shedding sweat, blood and tears to create the perfect biryani. it looked pretty good (i forgot to take pictures of it, trust me to be so careless -.-). but since dinner time was a while away, i got to hang out with my aunt's moody yet super adorable kitty.

my brother is holding her here.

SHE'S TOO CUTE OMG.

finally, it was time to eat dinner. my dad wasn't nervous at all, considering it was the first time everyone was eating something that he cooked. he was like, "LOOK AT THE RICE! AND THE MEAT! AND THE POTATOES! IT'S ALL SO PERFECT!" and everyone else was like, "OKAYLET'SEATPLEASE" which we did, and it turned out to be pretty good. yay :D my dad was happy and wasn't modest at all about his achievement.

then, we ate some strawberry ice cream, and it was time to go home. i didn't expect a regular mid-vacation sunday to be much fun, but this was different. hurray!

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i wasn't going to add more to this post, but apparently some people think that making a blog about myself is the stupidest thing i could do.

whatever your preference is, i don't really believe in picking on someone specifically because they write about stuff that is none of your interest.

(just assuming here)

in response to their lovely opinion:

i like talking about myself.

some people are just a FAIL at life

let me tell you something.

i have a hope. a gleaming, shining, sparkling hope that one day, everyone whom i know will have gained some intelligence and therefore be a pleasure for me to associate with.

one day, everybody will be able to hold a smart conversation and be fun to talk to.

one day, everyone will be able to spell correctly and make no major grammatical errors in their general life.

one day...

... f0Rg3t !t.

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so yeah, i was greeted by ^THAT on my facebook homepage yesterday. it really sucks because i barely use facebook and when i do, i have the utmost displeasure of witnessing a few of my acquaintances showing off their tYpInG SkIlLzx to the world. *shudders*

for me, slang is something i usually do not pay much attention to. a lot of people i know and love use slang. they like to shorten words and use popular abbreviations instead of typing out the correct spelling.
now, i don't really have a major problem with people who use slang like this:

because you know, a person who writes like this most probably doesn't want to waste any time in expressing how cute they think a random orange-haired girl is. they shorten their words to save time. at least their short forms are understandable.

but when it comes to stuff like this, i DO pay attention:

yeah. IF YOU TYPE LIKE THIS, I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU. i do not see any point in elongating a word and adding extra letters to it, especially when the word in question is something that looks completely fine on its own and is relatively easier to type.

another thing that extremely annoys me is when people use alternative (and nonexistent) spellings as different versions of words, which are essentially useless because they have the same amount of alphabets as the original word.

unfortunate and totally real examples:
you = yew
cool = kewl
loser = luxer
know = knoe
time = tyme

DUDE WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. or should i say 'prawblm'? yeah, WOT IX UR PR0BLM HUH?! this kind of stuff looks gruesome. towtaly grewsumm.

there is only one suitable picture to express the way i feel whenever i come across all the above stuff, and that is this:

true story.

Heavy Metal Lover

Dirty pony I can't wait to hose you down. 

You've got to earn your leather in this part of town.

*squirms* 

i hope that wasn't dirty even though it sounds pretty dirty. not dirty as in omg-mud-on-my-shoes dirty, but rather, ooohhhh, dirrrrtttyyyy. it's not mine in any case. i just like listening to Lady Gaga more than the average person. Heavy Metal Lover in particular.

i got a package in the mail yesterday. it was a certificate from The British Council, stating that i got the highest mark in the entire city in the IGCSE English Language exam last year. the certificate is an 'Outstanding Cambridge Learner Award'. LOLOLOLOL i was NOT expecting that. all i knew was that i got an A*, but the highest mark in the city? :O even though the writing i do in examinations is way better than the shizz you guys read on my blog. i actually capitalize my Is on paper. yay :D

i'm aware that i've used this picture on my blog before, but what the heck :D i had like, 10 followers that time. LOL

anyway, back to the subject of importance: LADY GAGA.

i saw The Edge of Glory's video yesterday and i am sorely disappointed. ugh. SHE JUST WALKS AROUND AND MOVES WEIRDLY THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING. no choreography, no costume changes, no blasphemous portrayal of anything that could have caused controversy. just Lady Gaga and an old, weird saxophone (i think) player hanging around some boring buildings. a few people are actually happy with the video, crazily stating that they like the 'simplicity' of it. yeah, FISH OFF, FOOLS. i love, adore and almost worship Lady Gaga, but i definitely had higher expectations for The Edge of Glory.

at least the Did It On 'Em video was super awesome. i liked how Nicki Minaj used her concert + backstage footage for it. and the Next 2 You (Chris Brown ft. Justin Bieber) video was not that bad either. i quite liked it (please don't hit me).

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right. i just felt like writing the above stuff all of a sudden. i don't feel like writing anymore, so i shall end this. 

i'm gonna marry the night. and also try my best to incorporate Lady Gaga's song lyrics into my posts as much as possible till i'm sick of her new album.

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Fever

i have been seriously unwell since the past few days, with the most horrific fever that i've had the utmost displeasure to experience. apart from doing its regular job which is to burn my forehead at 103 degrees F, it's making me talk all funny.

i did the stupidest thing ever, which was to bear it and try to be my usual annoyingly happy self. it's fifty zillion times harder being upbeat whilst burning alive.

totally.

it would have been better to sulk around and be a total loser. at least i would have gotten everyone to feel sorry for me :O

anyway, this was just to let you guys know that i have zero inspiration to write anything worthwhile and i'm pretty sure it's going to be like this for the next few days. i'm in an absolutely terrible condition right now and all i feel like doing is spending the whole week in bed devouring ice cream and watching reruns of So You Think You Can Dance and Bones, plus crushing on Raizo (Bi Rain) from Ninja Assassin. wait, i'm doing that already.

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also, to add to the lameness, are the two soundtracks to my situation:

Fever - Adam Lambert

Fever - Lady Gaga

they are basically the same song and used to be super cool till i played them over and over again and got sick of them. on a brighter note, i saw the 'Last Friday Night' video and i think i'm in love with Katy Perry and Rebecca Black. joy.

now i'm completely out of things to say, so i guess i'll go lie down with my fever, fever, yeah. toodles and noodles.

i'm gonna drink my tears tonight

dear almost-best-friend,

i know you've gotten way better stuff written about you before, and i can never compete with that, never ever. i won't try to. this comes straight from the i-love-everyone-but-i-love-some-more-than-others part of my heart.

a friend to you is something i had never imagined myself to be.

scared i was; what you would think of me?

it took a lot of courage to make you aware of my existence. plus a mixture of intrigue and a nagging intuition about how it would turn out to be okay. yay for intuition.

for me, being honest is both painfully hard and frightfully easy, depending on who i'm talking to. with you, it is the latter.

it isn't often that i meet someone who reminds me of someone else. usually i avoid attaching a person's personality and habits to another, and dismiss memories that come along with it.

it's different with you.

i lost a friend, but i gained one too.

and now, i'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon.

thank you for being there and filling in the empty hole Mudassir left behind. you are nicer than what i could have ever imagined.

from F to F,

all my love.

The Blogger Meet Up

on Saturday, June 4th, i attended a Blogger Meet Up at the Ambassador Hall in Marriot Hotel.

it was hosted by Dell and Mobilink, who were giving bloggers a 'sneak peek' of the new Dell Streak 5.

yeah, this.

i can't remember what time i arrived, because my memory sucks like that. anyway, i was greeted quite politely by two ladies who escorted me to the Ambassador Hall.

yes, i am actually this short and was this happy to be there.

Russian Bear arrived around the same time as i did so we both went inside together. we sat next to each other and starting talking about everything (since we know each other already).

we were looking at everybody and noticed Hamza Bin Ladin and his friend (Ateeq Mughal) sitting together. i was all: OMG IT'S HAMZA OMG! i must have annoyed him by whispering his name fifty million times haha.

then, the presentation started. a girl introduced the product. i could tell she was super nervous because she was stammering throughout her entire speech:

she was soon replaced with a guy whose occupation i cannot remember. he was important, though. then there was this competition which involved Twitter and Facebook, two social networking websites which i barely use. and a Q&A session, with the person answering questions about the product correctly winning a gift. we were all handed brochures, in which Hamza, Russian Bear and I instantly noticed a misprint (they printed the weight of the Dell Streak 5 in the 'height' section).

during that time, i was getting hungry. i asked Hamza whether we would be served any food, and when he replied in the affirmative, all thoughts of the Dell Streak 5 flew out of my mind and was replaced with:

when the presentation was over, i grabbed Russian Bear and we rushed to where they were serving tea + edible stuff. the tea was mediocre but the sandwiches and cake were pretty good.

it was there i got to speak with Ahmed Yoosuf, a really cool blogger from Sri Lanka. HE WAS SO INTRIGUING! i wanted to ask him loads of questions but i didn't want to come across as annoying.

and then, the saddest part of the day: HAMZA REJECTED MY HIGH-FIVE. yeah. i won't even get into the details of that. -_-

overall, the entire event was not so bad. i did learn a little about the product (i think it's really fancy) and got to meet some super awesome bloggers. i was hoping we would have all gotten a free Dell Streak 5, but alas.

left to right: Russian Bear, Hamza, Ahmed, Ateeq

since we all didn't get a group shot, i drew them hahaha. and yes, they're all holding hands (SORRY GUYS :D)

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for more details, you can check out:

Hamza's post (there's a picture of us here :D)
Ahmed's post
Ateeq's post 

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or you could just buy the product. you know, if you're super rich and all that shizz.

Twisted Antics of My Childhood

all of us have done something strange during our childhood years. we've had our share of quirks and faults and moments where we've been caught doing something (innocently) weird and awkward when we were little.

some of my childhood weirdness has still stuck with me during my teenage years (proof above). but that's not what i'm going to talk about in this post. i'm going to enlighten you guys on the stuff that i've thankfully stopped doing, and the strange kiddish habits that i am glad to have grown out of.

i used to indulge in a lot of activities that might never be considered 'normal' for a child. some of these include:

chewing on the limbs of my dolls

it started when i was 3 years old, when i first got a taste of sleeping away from my mum whenever she used to go out at night with my dad. on those particular nights i used to sleep in a tiny, comfortable bed in my grandparents' room, and have my grandmum tuck me in each night. i used to enjoy the quality time i spent with my grandparents, but on one night, i was super cranky and decided that i really missed my mum and wanted to sleep between my parents on their bed, no matter what. since my mum and dad were out, and my grandparents were not in their room at that particular moment, i got extremely irritated and wanted to take out my frustration in the most attention-grabbing way possible. 

due to the fact that i was too young to think of all the absurd things that i was capable of doing to achieve the reaction i wanted, i did the first thing that came to my mind: grab a Waitress Barbie doll directly in my line of sight and take out my anger on her in doll-talk. when that didn't prove satisfactory, i got even more annoyed and did the most unladylike thing i could have ever done at that moment: viciously gnawed on the Waitress Barbie doll's arm.

it was fifteen minutes into that barbaric act when my sense snapped back into me and i realized what i was doing. i slowly unclenched my jaw and freed the Waitress Barbie doll's arm from my mouth, and when i looked at it, i let out a huge shriek. the doll's arm was a hideously mangled mess. it then dawned on me that i had destroyed something dear to me just because of a mood swing, and that made me really, really upset. i started wailing and crying at the top of my voice. it took me a couple of days to get over it.

once the OMG-i-killed-Waitress-Barbie phase was over, i realized that maybe the idea of putting a doll's limb in my mouth wasn't such a bad idea, and i had just taken it a little too far on the first try. the soft plastic of my other Barbies' legs and arms became a temptation. whilst playing with them i nibbled here and there, and began to gently chew on them when i was out of other stuff to do. this carried on for a couple of years, till i had perfected the act of chewing and left no marks at all. 

i can't remember how i stopped.

eating the biscuit part of an Oreo and leaving the cream

this practically made me an outcast among my first and second grade peeps. all the children used to do the 'in' thing in school: lick the white cream of the Oreo cookie and discard the black biscuit part. i on the other hand, used to scrape the white cream off the nearest surface and devour the biscuit with pleasure that was not understandable to anyone my age or below.

me

them (with cream in their mouths)

NO ONE GOT THAT I DIDN'T LIKE THE CREAM. i just didn't. i was ridiculed for this act of not-cream-liking for at least two years. and then Chips Ahoy became the new thing to eat.

imagining every person under a motorcycle helmet to be a total hero

this was something i had decided to take with me to the grave, but i feel like talking about it all of a sudden. so yeah, i might regret it later because it is one of the most embarrassing parts of my little-girl-ness. 

from ages 4 to 7, whenever i saw a motorcyclist wearing a helmet that covered his entire face, i always imagined the face underneath to me something like this:

hence making all motorcyclists with helmets+visors look like this to me:

even though it was apparent to the rest of the world that those guys must have been 30-year-old uncles or pimply teenagers or just extremely plain-looking human beings. I HAD A CRUSH ON EVERY MOTORCYCLIST WITH A NON-VISIBLE FACE. you can laugh now.

favouring the colour black in every drawing

when i was in preschool, all my teachers were worried. they thought i was a disturbed child, solely on the basis that while all my fellow classmates were making pretty pictures out of bright colours, i was scribbling away with a single black colour pencil on whatever drawing assignment i had been given to do. my mum was not at all perturbed. she said i was a happy child and encouraged me to draw as i pleased. the teachers all showed their concern, but little-me proved them wrong by starting to use bright colours after a while.

teacher and i.

i never stopped with the bright-colour-usage after that. just look at my blog. :P and my favourite colour is orange since as long as i can remember.

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speaking of remembering, this is all i can remember for now :O which is enough to give you an idea of how strangely i used to behave when i was a child. oh well. 

i am glad to have changed. i stopped playing with dolls when i was 11. i can't remember the last time i ate an Oreo. i barely spare a glance at motorcyclists. i love colours.

please make me feel better about little-girl-me and share your weird childhood behavior, too! i would love to know how weird we've all been as little kids.

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this is a repost.  i added the drawings.

ooooh, new header.

(opinions please please please)

OMG this is so cliche

but some songs do bring back memories.

and you will not be spared from reading about them.

everywhere i go (online, that is) i come across tons of people who wail about how certain songs remind them of certain people and/or situations from their past.

my reaction towards them has forever been the same: eww.

i've always considered those people to be super annoying. but now, i reluctantly accept that sometimes it is indeed possible to have a few memories revived whilst listening to a familiar song or hearing lyrics that somehow (annoyingly) fit into a past experience/current situation.

this is due to the fact that i was recently listening to my iPod on shuffle, and suddenly an all too familiar voice reverberated in my ears with this very line:

"Hey Jim. you know the old sugar daddy..."

me: OMGGGGGG!

yes, kids. the song that brought back a flood of memories the second i heard it was:

Whatever You Like 
by T.I.

 (DON'T LAUGH, OKAY)

this is T.I (obviously) in a screenshot from the music video.

so yeah. two major memories stand out from the rest, and they are:

The School Bus Memory

'Whatever You Like' has played a major role in making every ride in the school bus enjoyable. in the days where it was #1 on the charts and every radio station played it constantly, myself and all my bus buddies (70 in total) used to sing along to it at the top of our voices, tripping over some of the lyrics and confusing each other terribly but always ending up laughing at each others inadequacy to learn the entire song.

since the radio played the censored and 'clean' version of Whatever You Like, a lot of people didn't realize the meaning of many things that T.I would do according to whatever the girl liked. when we all read the lyrics online, some parts were way different than what we heard on the radio and in the days after that, we all confused each other by singing parts overlapping and including lyrics that weren't part of the radio version. 

with time, the entire song was engraved in everyone's head and towards the end of the long chart-topping run, we could sing it in perfect harmony, though always giggling at the 'i want yo body, need yo body' part. it was loads of fun.

The Home Memory

i was sitting in front of the TV with my brother one lazy afternoon and flipping through channels looking for something interesting to watch. we settled on Channel [V]. a few moments after a commercial break, Whatever You Like started showing. we squealed like little piggies, because you know, it was a cool song and we had never seen the video before (both of us were too lazy to YouTube it).

i remember watching intro and seeing T.I. for the first time. my brother and i were totally surprised at how... little he was. we honestly thought he would be some massive, broad, 6-feet tall guy with a beard.

in short, we thought he would look exactly like Rick Ross.

throughout the rest of the video, my brother and i stared at disbelief at T.I. such a heavy voice coming from such a skinny guy! O.O

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other instances include the time where my uncle took my brother and i out for a drive, he switched on the radio and Whatever You Like was playing. he changed the station and suddenly found his niece and nephew screaming like wild animals in protest for him to switch it back.

it's been three years since then, and i still enjoy listening to Whatever You Like once in a while. for me, it's one of those songs that are super catchy in a totally non-annoying way.

for those of you who haven't see it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQJACVmankY

you're welcome. this is the clean version. opinions are avidly anticipated for this one. i want to know what you think of the song :D the video is funny.

really.

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you know what annoys me? people discovering songs like Knockout, Find Your Love and Photographs now. i mean, WHERE WERE YOU FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, COWS PEOPLE?!

granted, sometimes i hear a really good song three billion months after everyone else has already bopped their bop-worthy heads to it at some party or on their iPod or on the radio, but i always do a little research to find out when that particular song had released so as not to sing it in front of said 'boppers' and embarrass myself somewhere by saying something like this:

"oh hey you know that new song by Rihanna, UMBRELLA?"

(NOTHING LIKE THAT EVER HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE, SO HUSH.)

in closing, i shall leave you with a typical song-lyric picture, not because it's an obligation for a post like this, but because this post would look incomplete without it.

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