Wednesday, December 5, 2007
How about loving someone so much without actually being in love with that person? Can you love someone you never met so much that you pray for their happiness, their success, their smile? Can you love someone in an totally uncondition way that isn't the love of your life or your child or your family? Why do we love someone so much? I mean what makes us fall so in love with someone that we are ready to give up everything in life for their happiness? What is love? How do you define love? To me, its the most innocent, the most pure feeling in the world. To me, you love someone when all you want in life is for them to be happy, when you put your happiness on the sideline for theirs, when you can do anything in the world for their one smile, when you feel like destroying anything that might make them even a teeny bit upset, when you are ready to give up everything but don't want anything in return, when being around them makes you feel like the luckiest most happiest person in the world, when you are on a constant high when your around them, even when things go wrong, their one smile makes everything better even for a second, when you......aye.
I've never been IN love with anyone but there are a lot of people that I love without any conditions. People that I think rule this world.....that makes me wonder, why do we give someone so much importance? I mean they are human too, why do we nearly worship some people? What is it about them that makes us do that?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
2 MORE DAYS TO GO!! I am so freakin nervous! Aaah tomorrow is the premiere in Bombay with all the big industry people coming to support and JUDGE our babies! I am so not ready for this....aahhhh! I will sleep tonight, yes I will.
Monday, November 5, 2007
I saw the dialogue promo of Saawariya today and ofcourse my excitement level doubled and arrrgg I don't know how I'll wait for three more days! Sonam as usual was just AMAZING! I am getting tired of using the word amazing but thats the only way I can describe her. She just is. Her dialogue delievery was so perfect and her expressions were flawless. She's going to be so huge, I just know it. Haha I hope when she's a huge superstar, she doesn't forget about us little people on facebook :p
Honestly though, I know that Saawariya would do well and Sona will be huge but at the same time, I am nervous too. Though, I don't care how Saawariya does, Sona will always be a huge star to me. I love her more then words can describe haha. She's so much like me, its scares me in a way haha. She's def. my hero. I can relate to her in so many levels so its all cool.
Sona darling, no matter what happens on friday, I'll still support you and love you no matter what. To me, you already are a superstar!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Get Well Soon, Darling Sona!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
It sounds like I am talking about a little baby but umm she's actually 22 LMAOOOO!!!
9 more days till I see Saawariya!!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sonam is too adorable for words. She got the cutest personality. She seems so down to earth and so content with herself. She got the sweetest personality and is so bubbly and funny. And her smile....it like takes over her face and makes you smile with her and she got the cutest laugh! She's "amazingly beautiful" like Ranbir says.
Being Anil's daughter, I would have supported her no matter what but now I think I would have been a fan of her even if she was not Anl's daughter. I really hope Saawariya does well and she gets appreciated.
Oh on another side, I am becoming a Ranbir fan too. Well more like a fan of Ranbir and Sonam as a couple. They compliment eachother so well! Totally adorable!
Monday, September 17, 2007
It's def. in my top list along with Jodha Akbar starring no other then my favorite, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan and Hritik Roshan and Laaga Chunari Mai Daag starring Rani Mukherjee, Abhishek Bachchan and Konkona Sen.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
If everything works out, I be moving in with my cousin around the 23rd. Orientation starts on the 27th - pick up books, get school id, etc. I am excited but still nervous. Won't rest until I get the final answer.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Please please please include her in your prayers and wish her to get better. She has to get out of this, she just has to.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
R.I.P Rauel. I am so sorry for your loss, Shamzy and I really have no words. Just that I pray that you come out of this as a stronger person. Love you!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl named Ava. She loved all things pink and sparkly. Everyone who ever met her, fell in love with her. She was confident, sweet, loving, and all things nice. But one day, the angels living in pink clouds missed her too much and they called her back to join them. She left this world on Feb. 5th, 2007. People say she was too beautiful for this world anyways!
Today, on August 22nd, if she was still here, she would have been celebrating her fourth birthday. She would have had a princess and ballet birthday party with everything pink. She would have been spoiled rotten by her mummy, daddy, grandad, , her brothers Luca and Mason, and her little sister Ivy and everyone whose lives she changed forever. But instead all her family can do is try not to cry today.
Remember Ava. Say a prayer for her family to find some peace today. Hug everyone you love and tell them how much they mean to you because you have no clue how lucky you realy are to have your loved ones around you. Dance a little and forget about your worries for a day. Wear something pink. If you can, release a pink balloon or lit a candle at her site at http://avarosemeyer.memory-of.com
Happy Birthday Gorgeous Girl!
There's a party in heaven,
the Super Princess is four,
there are ponies and carousels,
no little girl could want more.
Close your eyes and you'll see her,
rosy cheeks on her precious face,
twirling and laughing,
filled with love, peace and grace.
She's dancing with angels,
squealing with glee,
through the carpet of balloons,
with fairy lights in the trees.
Her cake is a castle,
there could be nothing less,
it has pink icing and lollies,
perfect for a Super Princess.
She is surrounded by new friends
and there are presents galore
they sing Happy Birthday
for the Super Princess who turns four.
For a moment she turns her head,
a sound from the distance breaks through.
A huge smile lights her face
and she answers i loveyousomuchtoo!!
*poem copied from her mum's blog @ http://sheyerosemeyer.blogspot.com*
I would be posting my balloon pictures in the morning.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Judge for yourself and tell me if I am wrong.......if I am, do let me know so I can try to understand why I am and maybe try to educate myself better for next time.
The drama begins on page 4.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Well I always been a goody two-shoes and never went partying or anything. Even when the people at my DMV messed up my ID and put my birth year to 1986 instead of 1987, I never took advantage of it. But when I went to D.C to visit my favorite cousin, Mariam, I decided to sod it and when she said she was planning to go clubbing with her friends, and asked me if I would like to go along, I said yes. So we went right after having a HUGE HUGE HUGE dinner. I had my first Mojito and it was a bit bitter at first but I found myself asking for another glass. Then we went downstairs and I wanted to try something new so my cousin ordered me a rasberry vodka with coke. After that, because of the huge dinner, I was pretty full. Anyways everyone started to dance and I was starting to feel my drinks and was getting a bit light headed but I didnt think I was drunk cause well I still knew what I was doing or saying and I suppose when your drunk, you do crazy things or I am just too stupid.
If you must know, I never ever ever NEVEEER dance. NEVER EVER. That's like so Anti-Fari, its not even funny. But one of my cousin's friend/co-worker, a middle aged spanish woman named Blanca pulled me to the dance floor and like OMG I started to dance. Like who fucking cares if people would look at me, I was dancing away. Then a guy asked me to dance and I danced. AGAIN who fucking cares if I promised myself I'll never dance in public. I was not drunk though, maybe a bit too confident? After a while, I got tired, so I went and sat down and had half of my cousin's mojito and then this geeky guy asks me to dance and I am like "Sorry I'm too tired" (pretty normal) and the next second Blanca pulls me on the dance floor again and I start going wild. Still not drunk. And then this freaky old man comes and starts to dance with me and I am like DUDE GO AWAY and my cousin's boyfriend hears that and he's pretty drunk and he's like "Don't even look at her or you'll be sorry" and usually by this point, I should have been very scared but I started to laugh like a maniac. No I am not drunk.....I am only light headed! After our little dance, me and my cousin decide to take a walk at Dupont Circle the trendy area of D.C which is a favorite hangout for gays. Knowing that pretty well, we started to flirt with all these gay men. For fuck's sake I never ever ever ever ever flirt with anyone! Again its just too much confidence, I am not drunk. Then we go to the fountain and dip our fucking feet in there. Nobody minds since everyone around us is drunk except me ofcourse. Then we just started to walk around IN the fucking fountain laughing our heads off and still claiming we are not drunk at all. So we walk to the metro and Mariam realizes her heels are killing her so we switch shoes. Her shoe size is like two sizes smaller but I still force myself to wear her heels. Fari NEVER wears heels let alone 2 sizes too small but hey who fucking cares if I fall flat on my face? Now seriously! We see this drunk girl walking barefoot holding her shoes and we laugh at her saying how stupid she is. When our metro ride is over and we are going to her boyfriend's car, I realize my feets are killing me so I am walking around barefoot carrying Mariam's heels. No I was not drunk! So we go home and Mariam asks me if I am drunk...."Me, no!!! You?" and she's like "Nah!"...........the next day we dont wake up till 2 pm and complain of headaces.....drunk? Us? No way!
Right after we had dinner:
At the fountain:
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Also, anyone who knows me knows how much I always wanted a sister in my life. I yearned for one all my life. You know to have someone to tell your secrets to, share your problems with, share clothes, wake up 4 am to talk about the most stupidest thing, fight over the smallest thing and then make up the next minute, someone who is always there for you at all times. A cousin of mine, who is 4 years older, has always been that person for me. We grew up together and we shared our secrets and fought with eachother like nobody's business. After saying goodbye to her in 2001 after my trip back home, I missed her so much. For 4 years, I wish I can go back home and see her. When we finally did meet, she was another person. She would scream at me for no reason, embarrass me in front of her friends and family and it hurt so bad. But I guess people change and so did she. Ofcousre I tried to forget about it and act like nothing have changed. I was talking to her online yesterday and for a moment it felt like nothing have changed and I told her about my school thing and for no reason at all, she started to be bitchy again. Like wtf? Maybe it's a good thing I dont have a sister.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I can honestly understand at times like this, why Britney Spears would shave her head and attack people with an umbrella. Maybe I should do that to get rid of my anger. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
P.S: Rant Over but that dude still havent called me regarding my financial thing. Blahhhh!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
When I got home, my head was killing me so I went to bed. It's alright now but I still got a huge bump on my head.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Oh what else? Seeing that I am such a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge Beckhams fan (ya ya shut up!), I got super excited about the W photoshoot! Gonna try to get it tomorrow. Tomorrow's quite a big day.....(is it really tomorrow or today...lets just say friday). David's official presentation, Victoria's Jay Leno, other gazillion interviews and pictures. Fun. I would go buy David's jersey I would but its way too much and I had to beg my mom for $20 to go see Harry Potter so I dont think I can afford it now.
Talking about money, Ryan finally called me as he got my financial aid packet I sent. He said in case I didnt get approve for that, I should apply for a loan beforehand so I did that but I need a cosigner and my dad agreed to it (sorta). So if everything is sorted, I am going to Tampa in October and LONDON next July. (Please God please, let that happen!). I am getting more excited now. That's about it in my life now. So boring.
P.S: Satan Jr. a.k.a Aryan is my brother :-p
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Edit: That account is now deleted cause I automatically got logged back in my old one.
The old one is : www.flickr.com/photos/farihab
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Some other random pictures:
Friday, June 29, 2007
Oh if you want to get tickets, register at www.thespicegirls.com The girls will randomly pick people who will be able to buy tickets so dont forget to sign up!!!
In other news, I adopted a monkey named "Cruzie" on facebook and if you are on my facebook, go pet him so I can get some "munny" to feed him. :-p Yes thats for you Jess!!!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Ok I know some of you been just dying to hear my big news, NOT, but here it goes................I am *drum roll please* moving to TAMPA!!!!
After god knows how much thinking, deciding and what not, I decided to go after my "dreams" and take the Journalism thing seriously. So I am going to IADT - International Academy Of Design & Technology. I would be there for 18 months doing a course on Photojournalism. After 9 months, I'll be going to London or Paris or Dubai or Milan. One of the four....ok doah! I'll be going to LONDON!!!!!!!!! It might not seem like a big deal but it actually is! I never been away from home before, I never had the confidence to do something that would keep me away from my comfort zone so I am very nervous and exicted at the same time. I got the call today confirming that I have been accepted. Ofcourse there is a teeny bit chance that I might not go if the Financial Aid thing doesnt work out. But at this point, since I actually got accepted which is a big shock in it itself since my High school grades were worse then worse and my college grades are not that great either, I think the Financial Aid would work out. Sorry Angie, I have not decided to become a man LMAO but I am going to London!!!!!
P.S: I did get your call and been trying to call you but you wont pick up :p
Thursday, June 21, 2007
"There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love"
Here are some pictures I took on the manual mode and you photographers out there, I know the bloody exposure is all messed up and shutter speed is wrong and Idontknow what should be higher or lower, but blah. I give up for now.
And a picture of a BANANA LMAO. Well I can explain. Aryan a.k.a Satan Jr. got tired of posing for me and wanted to play tag so I started to bother the bananas.....
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I first heard the song when I saw Ava's slideshow. Yes I never watched The Wizard of Oz. Odd I know .
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
The Tagged Blog
Two names you go by:
Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Blue scrubs
2. Gray top
Two things you would want (or have) in a relationship:
Two of your favorite things to do:
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
2. Watch a movie
Two things you did last night:
1. Took pictures
2. Played with Aryan
Two people you last talked to:
1. My father
2. My mother
Two things you're doing tomorrow:
1. College Interview
2. Calling my doc to update (fun fun not)
Two longest car rides:
1. From Pakistan's Border to Aunt's house in Iran....You will die of boredom.
Two favorite holidays:
1. Eid in Pakistan :-(
2. *thinks* That's it.
Two favorite beverages:
1. My life line - Coke
Four things About ME!Things you may not have known about me:
1. I am scared of needles and blood and darkness to the point that I can get a heartattack and die
2. I hate people :-p
3. I have serious trust issues
4. I have no clue what I want to do in life.
Four jobs I have had in my life:
2. Aryan's Slave umm babysitter
3. Volunteer at the Pediatric department at Wake Med
4. Helping Dad at work
Four Hollywood movies I would watch over and over again:
1. Can I turn it into bollywood movie ? I might as well......Any with Aishwarya (cheating?)
2. Kya Kehna
3. Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
4. Dil Chahta Hai
Four places I have lived:
1. Raleigh, NC
2. Balitmore, MD
3. Karachi, Pakistan
4. That's it.....
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pakistani Street Food (The 10 rupees burgers yum yum)
2. Anything spicy and chatpatta
Four places I'd rather be right now:
3. Karachi *yes I am in desperate need of sleep*
Four people I tag:
Anyone who wants to do this.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
My main subject is Satan Jr. aka Aryan.......Heres him at the lake yesterday...I think if you click it, it will show a bigger size..not sure:
More pics at my Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/8621263@N08/
Friday, May 25, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
I grew up in Karachi, Pakistan. Spent the first 11 years of my life there. I grew up in what's known as one of the ghettos of Karachi, Lyari. Attending a billion weddings and always imagined my own. That's what you do when you are a little girl in Lyari. You dont think about how when you grow up, you'll be a doctor or an actress or whatever, instead you think of who you going to marry (arranged ofcourse), how your wedding is going to be, how many kids you'll have, etc. etc. You might even think of a love marriage if you been watching too many Indian movies but at the end of the day, you will know things like love marriages dont happen in real life. In real life, your mom and dad would wait for a boy's family to come and ask for your hand in marriage.........your parents would look at how that family is related to yours and ta-da, thats it. Don't matter if the boy's a drugie or gay or don't have work. Someone came and asked for your hand in marriage and you should be grateful!
When I was in Lyari, quite often, me and my little friends would put our arms side by side and compare how light and dark our skin was. With that, we would determine how many proposels we are going to get. If you are fair skinned, then you will get the most and maybe some really nice ones.......if you are dark skinned, you will be lucky if you get one. Whoever was the darkest among us, we would laugh at her and tell her to get some "Fair n Lovely" cream and make herself "Fair". Because you see, it doesnt matter how messed up the guy is, but the girl always have to be fair, beautiful, must know how to cook and clean and must have the patience to be her mother in law's slave and what not.
When I was little, I thought I knew who I was going to marry. I been told many times, mostly as jokes, but when you are that little, you dont think its a joke and take it seriously. When I went to a wedding (most likely atleast 3 a week), I would imagine how my marriage would be like, how my future would be like, and how happy I'll be. In a sense I was (am?) lucky that I never had to be perfect so I can find a right husband. My mom or grandma or aunts didnt care if I didnt cover my head, or knew how to cook, or run around all day like a free bird, because that what I was, free. I had more freedom then any of my other friends living on our street. While they were learning how to cook at the age of 7, I was on a truck at the main street, throwing rocks at people who passed by, while they started to wear hijabs at 8, I wore skirts and dresses. I was different from them like night and day but yet when it came to marriage, we all had the same thoughts. Some of my friends are now married, some with kids. I know, they werent given a choice, they were just married off and expected to live happily ever after and I know some of them are not so happy. I also know I would never marry without a choice.
Somewhere down the line, the crazy yet sweet, clever yet naive, wild yet innocent, Fari got lost. I learned that what you see is not always the truth. I learned that there is no such thing as happily ever after and there are no such things as Prince Charming coming to get you on their horses or running around trees with you singing their hearts out. I also realized that I can never get married only because I can never trust someone to spend my whole life with. Esp. not someone who my parents picked. Luckily unlike my friends, I have a choice to say no. I am not sure if I can go and pick my own man, but even I were, I dont think I would. Again, I cant trust someone or anyone. Though I would love to have kids one day...adopt maybe?
Ok umm I just read that and it doesnt make sense. Umm here is what I think of marriage now:
Just because you wear a fancy dress and say "I do" dont make you husband and wife. You need to be one in heart and soul, emotionally, mentally and physically. You need to know and feel that that person is your soulmate. Your soulmate doesnt mean you need to get married to that person. If you feel in your heart that, he's the one, then thats it. There is no need to have witness. A "I do" is meaningless if deep down inside you really dont know if you agree with it or not. I have no problem with live-in relationships as long as its a mature and understanding relationship. I have no problem with people having kids before getting married. Again marriages are really not that important to me. Also what works for one might not work for another. I have no problem with people getting married out of their race or religion, infact I highly agree with those people. I think it makes you a better person when you get together with someone who is different from you, not only you learn about a different culture but about yourself and your culture as well.
Will I ever get married? I dont know maybe if I really find someone who I feel like I can trust, even a teeny bit............until then its a no.
Monday, May 14, 2007
I love kids everyone knows that. Ofcourse hearing about any child dying is the worst thing in the world and it really makes me upset and I still havent gotten used to the fact that death doesnt look at age. It really is the most upsetting thing in the world. Doesnt matter if you knew the person or not, you do feel a sense of sadness in you but overtime you go on living your life like before. But Ava, its been three months, and I still think of her everyday. I still cant get over the fact that she's gone. I still think of how her family are doing? I am not the only one. If you go to her blog you will see all these people who never knew Ava or her family but they are so touched by her. Even though I am not a religious person at all and try to run away from anything religious, I do believe that Ava is a God sent Angel to touch so many people and make us realize how precious life really is. Is, because she still is and always will be.
Darling Super Princess, we will never stop thinking about you........
Saturday, May 5, 2007
If you didnt believe me the 6730683486 times I already said my mom really has lost her mind, then this should prove it. So me and my dear mother were strolling away at the mall shopping for perfumes, she is obsessed with them, and we see a stage set up in the middle with all these blondies wearing slutry dresses and tiaras while their mothers happily looked at them, proud of the fact that their daughters are sluts. So my mom asks whats going on? Slutty dresses, tiaras, stage........."beauty pagent or a fashion show?"
"Why dont you join?" Ok mother just because I look like an aneroxic bitch dont make me the next Kate Moss. First of all, I dont do drugs or date ugly looking druggies. But ofcourse she doesnt get it and is like "I think you would win......." Bless her. Deep down, she does love me.....even if chases me around with one of Aryan's toys all day, she does love me. But ofcourse she goes on and on about how if I gain a bit of weight, lose the goldfish look, brush my hair, put some makeup on, get my teeth fixed, and maybe a nose and chin job, I might win. Umm Thanks Mom but I dont think so. But I finally say I might get to wear a bikini if thats alright with her........."Umm, well ok." I told you she's on crack.
The talks of me being the America's next top model continue all the way home. When we get home, I am like I dont mind meeting Tyra Banks and maybe I should join the next line of ANTM......she gives me one of her "go burn in hell" looks and is like "What makes you think I would let you become a model?" Umm right.
"Too bad, I already applied for ANTM and got accepted and will be on their next show. Must call and cancel".........Thats not funny she says and I should ask her before I do such things. Tell them due to my religion, I cant wear a bikini................Sure.
Anyways, talking about models and fashion and what not, I told a certain someone who I wish not to name that I want to go to Fashion Journalism. Ok fine I spent my high school life in track pants and a sweatshirt, never brushing my hair or could tell the difference between Vogue and Harper Bazaar, I think I can do a good job now. "You cant spell and you have very bad grammer".......Ouch!! This is the same person who I used to correct when it came to spelling back in Middle school. I would so say who this person is but I do infact like her and dont want her to hate me and also last time I said something, she threw a bunch of eggs at me and I am being fully serious. I was smelling like eggs for days except my hair was so shinny!!!
Talking about eggs, I am actually allergic to them. Or maybe somewhere down the line, I made that up. It was in 7th grade, we were in our math class. We couldnt speak proper english back in the day and were still in the ESL (English as a second language you losers) program so the teachers used to pity us and gave us an A even if we didnt do any work. So ya Math Class, me and Chiaki, the Japanese girl, would sit together cause we were the only ESL students and that year, she had 7 out of 8 classes with me. Oh wait, Lisandra was in the class too but she wont sit next to me cause I talked too much. It's after lunch and I really hate the teacher who have the worst hair I've even seen and I would make fun of it all day in the class. . Karma is such a bitch, years later I have even worst hair then her. So yes, we go to class, and Lisandra is not there. But Chiaki is. So 7 minutes later, my face starts itching really badly. I am convinced its the teacher who is doing black magic on me but Chiaki doesnt agree. I probably touched some plants, she says. Anyways, so I ask her if my face is red and shes like "yes it looks like a toyota".......Toyota? "yes Fari, the thing you put in the food......its the vegetable!".....Tomato? "Thats what I said." Ofcourse. So by this point we are loud and Mrs. Bad Hair comes over and talks like not only that we dont speak english, we are mentally retarded and deaf as well. "IS.....THEERE.....AAAA.....PROBLAAM?" Yes my face is itchy.....Chiaki says so is hers..........so Mrs. Evil Hair is like go to the bathroom. So we go there and well yes it looks like I have two tennis balls in my mouth and its all red. Stupid Chiaki rubs her face with a paper towel and her cheeks turn even more redder then mine...stupid pale people!! So we go back to class and tell her we are allergic to something (I wanted to say her but Chiaki stopped me). She asks whats wrong so I start to cry and say I am going to die. She gives me the "you are such a drama queen look" God why does everyone do that? Anyways we get excused and get home.
At home, my mom is trying to figure out whats wrong with me, knowing very well how hard I try in life to make sure there is something wrong with me and I die an early death. She says I can go to bed and stay there. Few hours later, Samia arrives.....this was before God felt sorry for how boring our lives were and sent Aisha from up above (NYC to be exact) to entertain us. She is like oh your face is red. Very smart Sami!! She was such a drama queen back then. One day I was telling her how a basketball star is coming to our school and she cried saying I am making fun of her mom and I spent like an hour telling her no I love her mom. I personally think she was PMSing but she didnt know it back then. So anyways after my mom gives me some medication my itching is gone and so is the redness. The next day she makes me eat some eggs and the itching starts all over again and she comes to the conclsion that I am allergic to eggs when in fact, I really didnt want to eat eggs and did the Chiaki trick afterwards and rubbed my face with paper towel. Years later, she still doesnt make me eat eggs....yaaay! But now I forgot if I really am allergic to eggs or did I make it up?
So my super smart mother who I love so very much (at times) came up with another one of her brilliant plans that make me scream "why oh why me?" This time she wants to take Satan Jr.....umm I mean Aryan, to go watch Spiderman 3 and she wants me to tag along....how about no? 1. I had enough of watching Spiderman 1 & 2 sixty three times a day and then having a 3 year old hit me, throw super heavy toys at me (what fucking genius thought 40 pounds toys are cute for little devils) , bite me, and jump on me because I am "green goblin" and 2. Wasnt it enough that she dragged me to see that annoying loser Elmo LIVE and made me try to track him down afterwards for a pic and having me getting yelled at by an unfriendly security guard who by the looks of it hated 2 year old Elmo fans as much as I do (that includes you too Samia and Marvi when you start singing Row Row Your Boat like him)? I dont really fancy getting beaten up by a three year old in a public place just because I dared to do the unthinkable when the ruler of the world is watching a movie and breath. Did I mention how I turned my back for one minute yesterday and he put a screen lock on my iPod and changed the language to Japanese? When I sweetly asked him (I really did) what the code was, he simply said "I dont like 3".....no kidding? I dont either!!! Afterwards a lot of chasing was involved with me getting hit by a hardcover book (thrown by Satan Jr.) which made my arm numb for 3 minutes and some blocks (throw by his mom) after I tried to kick him.....
OK back to my weekend. After the movie, poor sweet Aisha telling me how she feels bad that she has to go to work the next day cause my parents dont love me enough to come pick me up at 1 am so I am sleeping over and being a victim of Aisha's radioactive exposure, and all I can focus on is the big red zit on her forehead.....
"Why dont you tell Shamim you cant make it to work cause your zit exploded?" It takes Aisha like 7 minutes to figure out what I am saying while Mariam is laughing.....
"No man, I cant. She wont believe me...." You must be kidding!!! So we spend the night straightening my hair, me putting "very sexy" makeup on Aisha, watching Aisha's engagement video, talking and finally going to sleep..........the next day I wake up and Aisha is at work......poor thing. Shamim probably didnt think an exploded forehead is big enough of an excuse for Aisha to miss work while she worked on her botox again!
So later on, my mom finally decides that she doesnt like getting beaten up by Satan Jr. and I deserve it more and comes to pick me up............where do we go? To Samia's. NO seriously what is it that I cant just meet one of them per week or do anything that doesnt involve both of them....I mean Aisha and Samia. I have to meet them the same time, mention them the same time, go to their weddings at the same time, and I bet go to their death party (thrown by me) at the same time making my brain confused about whether to laugh or cry while remembering all the memories of us doing stupid things or saying stupid things cause we are so desperate.....well they both are, I am fine.
Anyways so I go to Samia's house and meet her mom in the kitchen who says "Your soulmate is upstairs" and for a minute I get super exicted thinking its Rahul but then I remember Samia bitch lives upstairs as well and Rahul is smart enough to know to not go near her.......So I go upstairs and shes on the computer ummmm "studying" and she turns around and what does she have? A huge black zit right on her forehead......the same place Missy Aisha has hers.....see what I said about them being sesame twins or whatever they are called? Ofcourse I cant stop staring at it and keep mentioning it in every sentence I speak and I can see that Samia is really getting annoyed and might throw the remote or Sanji on me.....but hey since when did I start caring that I am annoying or offending her? But thats why she cant get enough of me.....Back to the zits.....while Aisha's was bright red like she was ummm *tries to keep it non ks* eating strawberries and stained her head, Samia's looked like an over grown blackhead gone way too wrong......
Ok I should stop. Its not like I am zit free.......we all know about my Guribabe one!!!! *watches Faizan dig out a picture* Dont even think about it mate! I had a huge ass blackhead (smaller then Sami's zit) on in the middle of my shouder blades for like two years which Marvi always managed to laugh at and I had no idea what it was. One sunny day, the blackhead doctor, Missy Aisha comes over and is like "OMG you have a black head" while pointing to the back of my head..."Yaaay Aisha you finally figured out that my hair color is black!!".....ofcourse not getting me shes like LET ME PULL IT OUT! Umm.....no! "It wont hurt....a lot".......ok yes I hate my hair but I dont want someone pulling it out...........but at the end she defeated me which is not that hard.....size wize dekha hai? Not only hers, mine too........and pulls it out and I realized this time I was the stupid one......
I am joking.....Aisha is more smart then Samia will ever wish to be....I mean I'll ever wish to be.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
If you dont know me, I am Fari. I am 20 years old and I live in North Carolina with my parents and two younger brothers. I love England, Fashion, Photography (have no talent whatsoever), shopping, and all the other things that really dont matter. I am very random and love to rant...most of my rants dont really make sense but thats just me.