and my habbiness came from libya.
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love.
''and all the megapixels in this world
they couldn't capture what you mean to me girl...
if a picture's worth a thousand words
a million pictures couldn't speak for her.''
-Gabe Bondoc, 'If Only'
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love.
Randomness... i'm ina happy-go-lucky mood.
i have a leftover-from-childhood obsession with beautiful dragonflies, butterflies, and stars.
sh that's a secret.
other secrets? i love lying on my back in the middle of the park.
i got the whole besharam-larki-humaray-khandan-ki-larkiyan lecture for that. to HELL with humaray-khandan.
oh,, and i love running through sprinklers. when i used to go out running i'd deliberately go on the side of the road with the sprinklers on.
fat babies.
coins in ponds that make the water look golden.
wishes. 11:11
mochas with cream. hot showers. my sisters arm on my back when we slept.
falling asleep to lullabies.
sitting in the terrace with shifa at 5 am eating icecream and watching the sunrise. and singing. and talking about highschool crushes.
the smell of dew on grass.
the smell of nail polish remover and gasoline.
smell of soil after a long over due rain.
babies feet.
berry flavoured laffy taffy.
swinging. with ur eyes closed. at night.
there used to be a petrol station close to our house in karachi called QT. they demolished it years ago. there was a park next to it and a coupla rickety slides and stuff..and just one swing right at the back under a tree. dad used to take me there at 10 in the night sometimes when he needed gas. (HAHAHhaha..he shoulda just eaten beans..LAME joke!) that's where i fell in love with swings. i'd sit there for hours and beg dad for 10 minutes more, and sing. Oh and that's probably one of the places where i fell in love with singing too. correction, Belting out songs to ur hearts content.
good good times. there were good times no doubt, it's just so easy to forget them.
the menial details.
talk about an ode to childhood.
i need to write a poem about this. just not right now. at 1:34 am when I have a paper on money and motivation due in 7 and a half hours. think it's about time i get started on it.
i think this post is in part inspired by Aayla.. don't ask me why. i was jus sitting there talking with her about poetry, and romantic goo, and soppyness... and it reminded me of how things used to be, when the world didn't have black and gray and it was just one big rainbow with romeo and juliets all around...though considering, if it was rainbow all around there's only be juliet and juliet or romeo and romeo...another lame joke..
Regardlessssss, it's about the idealism.....and she's still like that. and so is sabrina. and people like that somehow make me happy.
OOOhhhhhh, and in the limited edition grand finale version (it'd be classy and sold in golden foil) he'd help me escape from the place.. sumhow..and we'd haveALOT of babies, who hopefully would take after the hottie warden and thus have a decent chance of looking beautiful.. Oh and they'd ALL have glassy blue green eyes...and i'd make 'em wear multi coloured bandanas and they'd sit with us and smoke hashish all day. and we' all be a high habby family.
oh, and we'd all have flower tattoos. even the warden.
NO he WONT be gay 'cuz he has a flower tattoo.He CANT be 'cuz OBV he's married to me and do i look like a man to you?
DO i?
well no, i just waxed so dont gimme none of that i-see-the-hints-of-a-moustache-on-you bullcrap.
t.m.i.
regardless, it was a hot warden while he lasted.
ahan. Arrogance i TOLD u.
'cuz it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loveddddd.....
Jason Mraz is awesomeee.. or can be, at times.i have a leftover-from-childhood obsession with beautiful dragonflies, butterflies, and stars.
sh that's a secret.
other secrets? i love lying on my back in the middle of the park.
i got the whole besharam-larki-humaray-khandan-ki-larkiyan lecture for that. to HELL with humaray-khandan.
oh,, and i love running through sprinklers. when i used to go out running i'd deliberately go on the side of the road with the sprinklers on.
fat babies.
coins in ponds that make the water look golden.
wishes. 11:11
mochas with cream. hot showers. my sisters arm on my back when we slept.
falling asleep to lullabies.
sitting in the terrace with shifa at 5 am eating icecream and watching the sunrise. and singing. and talking about highschool crushes.
the smell of dew on grass.
the smell of nail polish remover and gasoline.
smell of soil after a long over due rain.
babies feet.
berry flavoured laffy taffy.
swinging. with ur eyes closed. at night.
there used to be a petrol station close to our house in karachi called QT. they demolished it years ago. there was a park next to it and a coupla rickety slides and stuff..and just one swing right at the back under a tree. dad used to take me there at 10 in the night sometimes when he needed gas. (HAHAHhaha..he shoulda just eaten beans..LAME joke!) that's where i fell in love with swings. i'd sit there for hours and beg dad for 10 minutes more, and sing. Oh and that's probably one of the places where i fell in love with singing too. correction, Belting out songs to ur hearts content.
good good times. there were good times no doubt, it's just so easy to forget them.
the menial details.
talk about an ode to childhood.
i need to write a poem about this. just not right now. at 1:34 am when I have a paper on money and motivation due in 7 and a half hours. think it's about time i get started on it.
i think this post is in part inspired by Aayla.. don't ask me why. i was jus sitting there talking with her about poetry, and romantic goo, and soppyness... and it reminded me of how things used to be, when the world didn't have black and gray and it was just one big rainbow with romeo and juliets all around...though considering, if it was rainbow all around there's only be juliet and juliet or romeo and romeo...another lame joke..
Regardlessssss, it's about the idealism.....and she's still like that. and so is sabrina. and people like that somehow make me happy.
rangela ray, teray rung mein yun ranga hai mera man.
okay ENUF. seriouslyyyyy...last post i was out to murder sumone, ( that would be myself) and now i think ima hug everyone on the street ( and be labelled a drunk hippie pedophile whore and chucked into the loony bin or the prison where i'd MIRACULOUSLY get my hands on sum cocaine and live happiley ever after.) with the warden.OOOhhhhhh, and in the limited edition grand finale version (it'd be classy and sold in golden foil) he'd help me escape from the place.. sumhow..and we'd haveALOT of babies, who hopefully would take after the hottie warden and thus have a decent chance of looking beautiful.. Oh and they'd ALL have glassy blue green eyes...and i'd make 'em wear multi coloured bandanas and they'd sit with us and smoke hashish all day. and we' all be a high habby family.
oh, and we'd all have flower tattoos. even the warden.
NO he WONT be gay 'cuz he has a flower tattoo.He CANT be 'cuz OBV he's married to me and do i look like a man to you?
DO i?
well no, i just waxed so dont gimme none of that i-see-the-hints-of-a-moustache-on-you bullcrap.
t.m.i.
regardless, it was a hot warden while he lasted.
and it starts in my toes and i wrinkle my nose.
( it's cuz u smell..Loool)
you make me smile please stay for a while now
holding me tight.
-'Bubbly' by Colbie Caillat.
ah. i feel bad for people who read this. wait, no one does cept thwan. cuz she's loyal like that.
and she knows the very worst of me anyways so its all gooood.
( it's cuz u smell..Loool)
you make me smile please stay for a while now
holding me tight.
-'Bubbly' by Colbie Caillat.
ah. i feel bad for people who read this. wait, no one does cept thwan. cuz she's loyal like that.
and she knows the very worst of me anyways so its all gooood.
ahan. Arrogance i TOLD u.
and why all the pictures?
'cuzzzzz
'cuzzzzz
''and all the megapixels in this world
they couldn't capture what you mean to me girl...
if a picture's worth a thousand words
a million pictures couldn't speak for her.''
-Gabe Bondoc, 'If Only'
la la la la la, la la la la hey hey....
All for now,
tension not basheeryay.. 'cuz every little thing's gonna be alright..
-eeda
tension not basheeryay.. 'cuz every little thing's gonna be alright..
-eeda
2 comments:
you're awesome. get to work squirt. i'm watching you.
i love the hasish part hah
Stalker.
i am watching you tooooo. red nails and oh-my-GAWD-my-arms-hurt-and-all.
ahahha..
get to sleep kiddo.
i love the hashish ive never had.
ur just jealous cuz my warden's a hottie.
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