Why i hate airports and airplanes.

I believe half of my life i'll be at airports or airplanes.Its weird how most of the family members hate road trips.
And im the only one who love road trips in the family.But urgh.I have always hated airports and airplanes.

The goodbyes:
I cannot say good-bye to those whom I have grown to love.Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.


Smoking Zone:
So its like specially in Pakistan-it clearly states that it is a no smoking zone,what part don't the guys get who sit like kings and smoke.Dude
like seriously stop smoking when it  says no smoking zone.


The security checks:

Dude stop checking again and again for the sake of GodAnd stop asking us to take off our shoes bags belts and glasses.Its difficult taking off stuff and getting into it again in a short time.


Food:
I just hate the smell of food at the airports and the airplane.Its so weird.Im sorry but it smells like vomit.No matter how much i travel i can never eat during a flight.And i really hate this fact.Its hard sitting so aimlessly staring at the screen which shows nothing but movies you have already seen.


The annoying kids:
If by any chance you finally feel sleepy the annoying kids on the plane won't let you sleep.They annoy the hell out of you.They keep crying.They keep asking for something which is not available on board. And ofcourse when they don't get what they need they start crying-and *drum roll* you are unable to sleep or relax.
And oh if by any chance the child is just behind your seat get ready for some good kicks during the flight.




But i really have to tell you all something:
Im in love with the Islamabad Airport.


Whee whee whee.
This guy from Etihad airways is going to be the reason im going to love that specific airport for the rest of my life.He looked so hot in the suite and later in the etihad uniform.
*Melts at the thought of it*

Home alone

You know what sucks?Being home alone and having nothing to eat.I know its time like these when i wish i should learn how to cook.But cooking leaves me and my mother's kitchen in such a mess.So just to avoid the mess i avoid cooking which leaves me in this state of hunger.
So now just to get over this state im in at the moment i decided to start writing,the less i'll think about food the less i'll want it.Lets think about good things,things like Abdullah Qureshi.

Yeah.This is what he looks like.And he is my latest obsession.Getting obsessed with things like him is healthy.But the height this time my obsession is getting to is dangerous.I mean i know people must think i've lost it.Or maybe im a thirteen year old girl who is in love with someone who does not even know that i exist.But i don't care as long as he sings good and keeps looking as sexy as he looks.




And oh its called love at first sight and it is so pretty.




Because its Friday i decided to look better and pretty.I'm usually very lazy when it comes to changing clothes and getting ready.You know im that type of person who believes in staying at home in your pj's and just reading a good book or watching a good movie.

Yeah this is what usually i look like before and after getting ready.Looking good does feel good.But who cares how you look as long as you are not taking any pictures.One should always look good in pictures.


I believe when everything fails in life one should always have faith and trust in shopping and photography.
Yes i said photography.And no im not a photographer.I just like taking pictures.And i love shopping.Remember when you are all low on life only two things can keep you going:
o Food
o Shopping.


Like they say:Whoever said money can not buy happiness didn't know where to shop from.

This post is turning into such a random post.I should better stop it.

This one is for you AQ

New beginnings

I think i've finally come to terms with whats happening in life at the moment.Mirrors lie and ask difficult questions.
Am i still beautiful?Will he still love me when i have wrinkles?Am i only what i do or who i love?Have i missed something important in life?Why is this phase so difficult?
Myth-A 30 year old women finds 40 year old men attractive.  
Fact- A 22 year old women finds a 18 year old boy more attractive.


Its called the 'He's been with another woman radar'.Expect that its not always reliable,because we see only what we choose to see.Broken hearts can be mended.All it takes is a few nights of  drunken revelry and many nights of tears stained pillows.
The real solution to a broken heart is of-course another  man.Ha!Well other men.Or better still a hair cut.


A red dress and stilettos and you feel like all your dreams can come true.Then you wake up the next morning and realize it's just another regular day and you put your life on hold,until the next time you take out that red dress from your closet 20 or not we are all looking for happiness but perhaps in the wrong places.


Its time for  new beginnings.


I've sorted out my life now.I've done what i had to do.

My darling,I dont know if you're ever going to read this letter,but it helps to write to you everyday.It keeps you close to me.God,I miss you so.You haunt every hour of my life.I wish i'd never met you.No- i dont mean that!What good would my life be without my memories of you to make me smile.

I keep wondering if you're happy.I want you to be.I want you to have a glorious life.That's why i couldnt say the things i knew you wanted to hear when we were together.I was afraid.Not saying that to you was the only unselfish thing i did,and now i even regret it.

I'd give up all my life to have one year with you.Six months.Three.Anything.


You stole my heart in just a few days,darling,but you didnt gave me your heart.I know you didnt.

I dont regret the loss my freedom anymore or rage at the injustice of the years i spent.Now my only regert is that i dont have you.You're happy,and i know you'll forget about me quickly and go on with your life.That's exactly what you should do.It's what you must do.I want you to do that,love.

Thats such a lousy lie.Wha t i really want from life is you.You'll never know that.

I wish i had written you a better letter.The all other letters are much more coherent than this one.I wont send another letter to you.Letters will make me hope and dream and if i dont stop doing that,i will die of wanting you.


Before i go-i want you to know that i love you.I loved you the very fist time i talked to you.I will always love you.Everywhere.Always.

To the only man who has ever brought thunder and lightning and rainbows into my life.It happens once and when it does its forever.To my one and only with all my heart.

Happy Birthday Baba

So its Baba's birthday tomorrow.

Baba when i was born you were there to catch me when i fall whenever or whereever.When i said my first words you were there for me to teach me the whole dictionary if need be.When i took my first steps you were there to encourage me on.When i had my first day at school you were there to give me advice and help me with my home work.When it was my first day of board exam you were there to wish me luck.When i went to college you were there to drop me on my first day.When i went to uni you helped me choose my subjects.When ever i asked for a new mobile you got me one within a day.No matter how expensive the thing im asking for is you made sure i get it.Be it be branded hand bags glasses or shoes.And i know you'll always be with me.
Baba i love you alot and im proud to be your daughter.
Me and my sister-We've always been daddy’s girls.Always loved,our daddy’s world.We look like him.We write like him,sometimes,we even talk like him.
We love this man,his jokes,his pleasant smile.And the way the corners of his eyes crinkle just right when he laughs.He’s always pushed us far enough that we do our very best.When we run together,we're okay at the start.But as the race pushes on we slow down.Our breath heaving.And we think we can’t go on.Then, we look over,at the bravest,strongest,kindest,most wonderful man,we’ll ever know.As he looks at us with the worried eyes of a father,we smile to our self.
Cause we know that’s the way a daddy looks at his daughter.That’s the way,our daddy loves us.With concern,compassion,and a unique understanding.We've always been daddy’s girls.Ever since we were little.Through the years.We'd look up at him.We’d see those eyes crinkling at the corners,
And we knew.We were and always be.My daddy’s little girls.




Trying to gain other's attention, I never realised I always had yours. Trying to impress others, I never knew that you already were. Trying to fix things on my own, I never knew that they had already been fixed by you. Trying to get the best of life, I never knew I already had it all, given by you. I love you. Happy Birthday Baba♥!