Lizard scare

I somehow associate the fear of lizards and mice to women, maybe that’s being a little biased but I just find it amusing that a guy would be scared of lizards or mice. So, last night we went to pick up some stuff from the nearby market, and imagine my surprise when my bro called about ten minutes later

Bro: (sounding panicked) Where are you?
Me: (confused) uh, what’s the problem?
Bro: There’s a lizard in the house, what am I supposed to do?
Me: (trying not to crack up) Uh, just sit on the couch or something. Dad will be home soon, he’ll deal with it.

ROFLMAO!

Happy 1st Birthday

So, my blog turns a year old today. My little baby is all grown up, it’s walking, talking and teething all at once. I guess the next year is going to be quite tricky, they say that the one-two year stage is tricky.

Jokes apart, I’m glad I started blogging again, I’m really glad. I made some really nice friends here, some came for a little while and went. And some changed my life, in little ways. I’ve changed in this past year, I’ve learnt a lot from all you people, and that’s what life’s supposed to be about, right- learning and growing. So basically, thank you, very, very much.

I’m feeling excited that my blog is a year old

Nonsense

So, last night I noticed that the grey line on top of my mobile screen has grown wider. It’s dyinggggggggggggggggggg. My phone is dying. It’s really dying, that’s quite a jolt.

Okay, so who has actually used an iphone or has some sort of experience with it through a friend or family member? I need review. Also, can I transfer my sms messages onto the PC with an iphone I can do it with my current phone, and that’s a VERYY important feature.

On another note, I want to get a haircut, but I also don’t want to be murdered at such a young age. It’s a tough decision- I cut my hair and die or leave my hair as they are and live.

Not alright

I’m not alright. I don’t feel alright. I haven’t been alright in a long time. But, I seem to be becoming increasingly not alright. And I don’t know how to become alright.

Aakhri khwahish

I’m thinking if someone held me at gunpoint today, this is what would happen.

Shooter : Marne se pehle, koi aakhri khwahish?
Me (filmy style): Mohabbat ke siwa kuch nahi chahiye mujhe. Just one hug from my jaan. Now let me go and have a hug, then I’ll come back and you can kill me, theek?
Shooter (all teary now): Jao, jao, apni aakhri khwahish poori kar lo.

LOL! Yep, I'm going a little nutty.

On high public demand

Introducing to you, my jaaaaan, Imaan.

Mushy blog

Okay, so I have a new blog, Kisses and Raindrops. The template for the blog was designed by Ubaid from Rickety Arts. I'm keeping the blog, invite only at least for the moment. So those of you interested in reading it, leave me your e-mail ID, and if I already have your ID then just let me know that you want to read it.

I should warn all of you though, that it's going to be MUSH, a lot of mush.

EDIT: I'm removing the invite only, it's driving me insane I can't even see my own RSS feed! So, just add it to your blogroll if you're interested!

Cuteness Extreme

Me: Where’s my hug?
Imaan: No (her eyes screaming I'm naughty )
Me: Please
Imaan: No, no, no, no (cheeky style )
Me (pretending to cry now)
She came to me and oh my gosh, you should have seen her expressions!! It was very difficult to keep pretending to cry . Then she started trying to comfort me by softly stroking my cheek. (Awww ) And she gave me an awesome awesome hug!

She’s my jaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I could give my life for her.

A stitch in time..

Everything’s falling apart at it’s seams. They say a stitch in time saves nine. But if the thread you use is weak, even ten stitches will not be enough, will it? I want to stop time right here and right now, I’m not ready to face what the future might hold. In fact I’m pretty sure I know what it holds, not something I want to face up to. Life's treacherous.

Life

Stupidity: ***

Terminally ill

My phone is terminally ill. It either comes switched off even when it’s on, or if I do get a call, I can’t hear anything. It needs a major operation or it may die on me, or at least go into coma. I love my phone, I don’t want it to die.

It's the first ever thing I bought with my well-earned cash, and well my first ever phone too. The problem is I’m not sure how worth it, it will be to get it operated, what if it still dies on me. *sob*

A year older

I turned a year older today, not that I feel any older or any different. My day turned awesome as soon as I got some awesome wishes from some awesome people. I didn’t do anything special, didn’t get any special gifts or anything. But it was all sooo special.

• Imaan sang Happy Birthday for me in the cutest most adorable way, oh and how can I forget her adorable flying kisses.
• I got balloons with smiley faces on them.
• I wasn’t allowed to sleep with wishes at 2 in the morning.
• I was woken up at 7 in the morning with some more birthday wishes.
• I had a cuute wish waiting for me when I logged into FB. You made my day very special.

It was a happy happy day, and it’s not over yet. I'm hoping for some more cute little moments, to make this day even cuter.

Home alone

It’s 6th of July today, and my sis is leaving in another few days. The depression is hitting once again. I’m home alone right now, no one’s here and the house feels so empty, it’s like I’m in a ghost town or something. No sound of laughter, no one to say ‘kaala’ and give me flying kisses every now and then. No one to come and type gibberish on the keyboard-- I feel so alone.

It’s supposed to be a part of life, your sister getting married and moving away, but it feels like losing a part of you. I never cried on her wedding, it wasn’t till the next day when I was flying back to Dubai and saying goodbye to her at the airport that I realised that I was actually losing her. We would be in two different countries, in two different worlds, and it was basically an end to one phase of my life. I’m wondering how many parts of yourself you can lose before there’s nothing left?

This is the first time I saw my niece, she’s an absolute cutie (MashaAllah), but the though of her going away is piercing. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I really wish I could live in this moment forever. Keep her like this forever. Maybe the next time around she won’t even know who I am. I’m starting to realise a little bit why we always remain kids for our mothers, no matter how old you get. I feel like that about Imaan, and she’s just my niece.

Ri left today, sis will leave in a few days and so will Imaan. Life just sucks at times!!!

The perfect gift

So true!! It's the little things always!