The Liebster Arrives Again

I have been nominated for the Liebster Award once again by one of my cool new WordPress friends! So, here it goes:

Liebster Award

Here are the rules:

  • Post the award on your blog.
  • Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
  • Write 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have less than 200 followers.
  • Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions

First, in accordance with the rules, THANK YOU Atherz at Teenage Introvert for thinking of me. You’re turning out to be a very interesting person and cool internet friend!

Here are eleven random facts about myself:

  1. I am a cynic. I’m skeptical about the “love” scene. And I think the world is selfish and superficial.
  2. I argue. A lot. Most of the times I do it because what I’m saying is right, sometimes I do it just because I want to be right!
  3. I chew on my nails. A lot. They are now barely there. Woops?
  4. I’m aΒ stubborn goat Capricorn.
  5. I find it hard to make friends. And keep them…
  6. I have a dirty sense of humor. There are just a couple of people who know that.
  7. A random fact in no way related to the above; my score in high school was a B at 69%.
  8. Here comes the interesting fact: I sleep at least an hour after I go to bed. That hour is spent fantasizing. I’m not ashamed to have a rampant imagination, even at this age.
    I was very young, like ten, when I used to make adventurous or romantic scenarios in my head to help me sleep. Some of these have stayed with me for more than a decade, with the plot becoming thicker and characters becoming older. Mostly these stories star me, other times there are other heroines. The protagonist is never male.
    I have a few recurring characters in my stories. They are: Leah who takes my place in fantasy or period stories. David who’s either mine or Leah’s love interest. David gets the name “Zed” in some of the episodes. He is an ‘alpha-male’. Adam is usually a supporting character, interchangeable with ‘Zain’, and almost always David’s brother or close friend. Adam is mellower than David but I never like-like him.
    My father and sisters weave in and out through the story, though they’re never there in person. I am always a powerful career woman, but I’m almost never in my own country. I’m still lonely and have no female friends to speak of. Oh and, all of us are usually involved in some sinister plot.
    Even my dream-world is depressing!
  9. I have tried to put the above adventures into writing many times. I never succeed. Hence, some of my unfinished works are:
    The Love of a Father – A Vampyr Story. It’s about a girl whose father is an extremely powerful Vampyr (with a Y because it sounds cooler), but she has never seen/met him.
    From Stockholm to Lima. A girl gets kidnapped. Her kind-of-mean captor falls in love with her (Stockholm Syndrome) but she’s a bull-headed girl (like me) and fights every step of the way. They go on heists etc together. He’s mean to her a lot. But ultimately, just as the good-bad guy has given up, the girls falls in love with her captor too (Lima Syndrome).
    Leather, Spikes and Everything Nice. About a girl you just have to read about. You can read the first textΒ here (CAUTION: contains swear words).
    Riley Growing Up. My life, though set in America.
  10. I always cut my hair. And put bright colors in it. I tell everyone it’s because I find it hard to take care of longer hair or that I’m tired of long hair since all my sisters and mom have/had it. But it’s actually an act of rebellion against my mom.
  11. I’m clumsy. I am also half-blind without my glasses. I need a lot of light to see properly. It always seems as if it’s dark, even when the lights are on. Maybe I should get that checked?

Okay, enough of crazy ol’ me…

Here are the nominations:

I unfortunately don’t have 11 nominees because I’m lazy like that. I also cannot nominate some people because they have more than 200 followers (looks towards the Indo-Pak border).

Okay I just went through all the blogs I follow and none qualify except these two gems:

KassaFrass |Β The life of an independent, opinionated, animal-loving, tree-hugging, 20-something

Her short posts are thought-provoking and relatable. I enjoy reading the little snippets and often find myself doing further research on what she shares…

Khadija Akhtar – Amateur and Immature

Khadija’s stories are interesting. It seems as if she’s finding herself and has taken her readers along for the journey. Her poetry is also pretty cool.

Here are my replies to Atherz’s 11 questions:

  1. What’s your personality?
    INFP. We’ve gone over this πŸ˜€ I am a real, true introvert, but I take part in debates and give speeches. Which makes me think maybe I’m not that much of an introvert. I take leadership roles. I think a lot. I have a fiery temper. I’m weird. I argue. I boast. I find it hard to show my emotions. I’m usually the teacher’s pet. I could go on and on…
  2. When’s your birthday?
    10 AM, Tuesday, The Tenth of January Nineteen Hundred and Ninety-five.
  3. If you ever had a favorite shape, what would it be, and why?
    I like circles. No beginning, no end. Confusion all a-round, pun intended. My kind of shape!
  4. Favorite… plant?
    Erm. I don’t really know anything about plants. Um, trees? Yeah, I like trees!
  5. If you could change the color of the sky, what would you change it to? Would it be just during the day, or night as well?
    Lilac during the day and a rich, deep, velvety purple during the night.
  6. Favorite genre of music you enjoy?
    ROCK. I used to like Metal, then I moved to Hard-rock and now I’m into Alt. Rock. Basically, I’m mellowing out. But there’re still a few Metallica tracks I can’t live without!
  7. Are you active? (Like, athletic?)
    HAHAHA NO! I used to play basketball in middle-school. Now, my sport is Potato and my arena is Couch, yo!
  8. What are you doing at the moment?
    Blogging. And yelling stuff downstairs because they want me to come for dinner and I just can’t be bothered… Also, I’m eating Pringles.
  9. How’s the weather outside?
    Autumn-y. Not that I’ve been outside since yesterday…
  10. How many blogs do you manage?
    Barely one. It’s very hard for me to finish stuff that I’ve started. This blog is hanging by a thread; it’s my neglected baby. Man, I’m a bad mother…
  11. How do you feel about this nomination?
    I feel really proud. And loved. And included. And sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and chocolate and Liam Neeson and cupcakes and ice-cream and pizza and Jesse Spencer and Jensen Ackles and getting all As and BROWNIES AND CAKE AND CRISPS AND LASAGNA. I. FEEL. GOOD! Woohoo…

And now for the questions the nominees have to answer:

  1. What’s your favorite book?
  2. Who’s your celebrity crush?
  3. Are you religious?
  4. Science or Art?
  5. What’s your favorite band?
  6. If you were given a million dollars out of the blue, what would you do with the money?
  7. A coworker you don’t like at all asks for your help in some personal matters, would you do it?
  8. You have been accepted into all the colleges in the world on full scholarships. Which would you chose and why?
  9. Music. Earphones or sound system?
  10. A teacher favors you over all the other students, and the students don’t like it. Would you ask the teacher to give equal time to everyone or would you bathe in the the attention?
  11. Do you like reading other blogs or are you focused only on writing?

So that’s all, folks! I spent a lot of time on this post, so I really really really hope Kass and Khadija decide to respond.

And once again, Atherz, high-five, back-slap, bro-fist etc etc! πŸ˜€



“That Specific Male(s)”

Okay so my blog had been taking a pretty dark turn lately, what with ashes, fire, death and all that crap. It’s now time to inject some humor back into my monologues. And also, a new WordPress friend wanted to know the history between me and “him”.

Let me clear up one thing first: Me and him were never ‘together’. In fact, we never even saw eachother face to face. In my nearly two decades here on Earth, I have had many and I mean many crushes. They never manifest into something more because a) I don’t really believe in relationships; they’re a hassle and b) I’m physically average and we all know guys fall for normal hot/cute girls and never the quirky ones like me.

So the first of these many was Moz*, who I saw at a birthday party when I was in grade 5. Then there was Kami. I saw Kami’s photos a while back, and I was like EW what was wrong with me? And Kami also turned out to be an asshole.

The one “crush” that lasted a long long while was Zed. He is a friend of a friend, and I had been stalking him on Facebook for a while before I came to know that he was on the notorious website I immediately made an account on and hence began anonymous conversations with the one person I thoght was perfect.

Tall, buff and cute, he also had a Persian cat. Which in my eyes, was the epitome of perfection.

I can never keep a secret. Others’ secrets are forever locked in my heart and I don’t breath a word of them to anyone. My own though, are a different matter. I have also never been able to stay anonymous. I want everyone to know that it was I who ratted out the teacher or stole the chocolate from the fridge, because I just can’t keep it in for long.

So when Zed wanted to “guess” who I was, I gave him a number of hints. At the end he wanted me to “untick” but I made a stupid decision and told him I would inbox him on Facebook. And I did. To this day I still have no idea where I suddenly got the guts from to do what I did. Man…

Conversation started October 24, 2013


Hello I wasn’t going to do this but my friend said **k tum ne itna tang kiya hai becharay ko** soooo I thought I’ll message you

I’m Raiha, Abdullah’s friend and I was the spy-obsessed one on your Ask!

And humaray mutual friends mein Channa bhi ho ga but he’s more like an acquaintance and I really don’t like him that much

So yeah… Hi


Hahahaha Hi!

And abdullah’s friend? Full name?

And lol what

Mene kisay tang kia hai?** :s

I didn’t talk about the anon spy girl with anybody

Okay so now let me explain what “anon spy girl” or “ISI girl” is about. Although I was chatting with Zed anonymously, I had let my awesomely weird personality shine through. I let my love for spy novels and all things espionage known to Zed, which led him to call me spy girl or ISI (Pakistan’s infamous intelligence agency) girl. Which made me go “awwww” a lot, not that he knew, or will ever know.

I am laughing so hard right now. LMAO! I just scrolled back to 11 months ago on Zed’s Ask profile and found one of my crazy convos. Start reading from bottom to top please…

Great, that’s just great -__________-Β 
What would you do/think if I AM her? πŸ˜€
I would tell her to stop -.- She shouldnt start talking to me everytime portraying as a new girl.
Tch tch. You always know who’s who anyway πŸ˜€
Is that you, ISI girl? -.-
Hahaha omg poor you πŸ˜€ And no I’m not that girl. Sorry πŸ˜›
Yeah, that shit is bad lol.
Goddd I hate it when people don’t come off and leave me hanging here, thinking which ones which. Does that make any sense? ._.
That is so awesome. You’re such a 10/10 *_* πŸ˜€ And I won’t beat up such a pretty boy as you, don’t worry πŸ˜› BUT my daddy bought me a Tazer I’m not afraid to use :3
Hahaha I have been a victim of pepper spray :p Being the typical army-brat-so-I-am-tough, I took my aunt’s pepper spray and sprayed a bit of it on my hand, nothing happenened, i was like dayeeem i am strong, but afterwards I subconsciously rubbed my eyes, i cried for two hours and had a red nose :’)

For the record, are you the same girl who said i can be hardy and emotional at the same time? :p jus’ askin’
Dude not all feminists are hairy biker freaks who like to beat men or who write long lectures on men being baaad xD I’m a very feminine feminist ^_^ And I just want men to treat and think of women as something other than pretty objects πŸ™‚
Haha okay well you prolly don’t know me then, ask my friends and they’ll tell how much of a gentleman I am with them, I don’t treat women as objects, neither do I agree with the common stereotypical roles.

typical. guy. soch. -_- now shut it before my feminist side wakes up πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›
Hahaha I was joking, obviously.
Oh so you are a feminist? :p I am pretty scared of them lol.
Blonde bombshell… TYPICAL guy -.- πŸ˜€
You know it :p Dumb blondes are the best thing which happened to this world :p
What’s so special about her? Apart from looking perfectly lazy with the half open eyes and all πŸ˜›
Her blonde hair, her eyes, and that cute little spot on her face. I hate her spouse -_- and her VOICE OMG
Nai aaj kal sab larkon ko Jennifer Lawrence pasand hai. Ya Mila Kunis! Fox is old now πŸ˜€ **
Blake lively *_*
***Start reading from here*** The one in bold is me…
So this was our last “conversation”. I gave up after this. I think he was getting annoyed. And he wasn’t interested at all. He had a crush on someone else. She was perfect. Zed had a lot of requirements in a girl. He said he was “fit” and so wanted a fit girl with a “flat stomach”. I just found this pathetic. The girl should also have long hair. I didn’t fit into his image of a perfect girl. I was miles apart from what he wanted: a nice, submissive, angelic beauty queen.
We had many, many other conversations, but I guess my personality didn’t get through to him. We couldn’t even stay friends…
And so we move on to HO, my other serious crush. He is also a friend of a friend. My best friend, Abdullah (Abby), apparently has a lot of hot friends.
HO was really different from Zed, he’s actually sweet. He has now joined the Army and I wish him the best of luck in life. I actually asked Abby to approach HO on my behalf. HO is emotionally unavailable. Bad breakup, girl got engaged to someone else, yada yada all that crap about relationships. But he was nice. Here’s our Ask convo:
*facepalm* shit
It’s Okay Girl πŸ˜›
okay then… if you’re so sure O_o just don’t say it here πŸ˜›
Sure I’ll convey it via Abd πŸ˜›
shit. time to disappear!
Too late πŸ˜›
na its okay if you have specs. all guys do. and I don’t believe in relationships anyway. just crushes πŸ˜€
I believe I’ve narrowed it down. I think I know who you are πŸ˜€
on what? height, weight, complexion?
Haha! None actually I’m just messing with you πŸ˜›
I don’t want a relationship. We can be friends though on ask πŸ˜›
what if I wanted that someone to be you?
Well that depends πŸ˜€
It’s fine. People don’t get me anyway. Have a good life man -x
Haha! Don’t get Emo ab πŸ˜›
someday someone will understand you πŸ˜€
no sorry bye!
After reading your previous question 2-3 times, I finally understood what it meant πŸ˜›
Sorry for the harsh answer and Oh yeah thanks πŸ™‚
somebody who has a crush on you the size of an F-16 ^_^
Who so ever you are, I didn’t understand shit what you tried to convey. Lets make this simple “untick”
Dude… No. Not Abdullah this time πŸ˜‰
Then who.? :-\
Yaaay! When? Next Saturday okay with you? McDonald’s wali kachairiyan? Baad mein waheen date bhi maar lein ge JP mein? :’) **
Theek hai Abd πŸ˜›
Let’s get married maybe? ^_^
Ok sure ^_^

***Read from here***


That’s all the history till now. I have no crushes at this time, and I have stopped ogling pretty guys who I know I’ll never have a chance with. I just observe from afar. I don’t even initiate awkward text conversations anymore.

It’s just not worth the jolt to self-esteem when you find that you’re not good enough for someone perfect like Zed!


*Moz: Names have been changed a little. But still if any of these guys read this, they’ll know I’m talking about them. But I just don’t give a crap...

** Some translations in order of occurrence
– that you have teased the poor guy so much
– who have I teased?Β 
(Yeah, Zed wasn’t really a sharp one)
kachairiyan = courts
– later we will have a date in JP as well? (JP = Jinnah Park where all the riff-raff go for dates)

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Another Failed Romantic Tale. | A Mercurial Peculiarity

Why you are afraid to talk to your crush | snertmandosian

I am not good enough for him | sfunnygirl

16 Personalities; What’s Yours?

This is a fun quiz. And it’s detailed and actually scientifically backed.

The link:

I’m an INFP personality: Introvert – Intuitive – Feeling – Prospecting. Variant: Turbulent. Role: Diplomat. INFPs in the world: 4% Recommended career: Author. A famous person with the same personality type: Tolkien.

Pretty on the dot, if I say so myself… If you decide to take the test, don’t forget to share your result, especially if you’re an INFP! Maybe we could start a club…

Hasta La Vista, Baby!

Goodbye, Losers!

So Tuesdays have been a bad day for me this semester. Nex-y got stolen on a Tuesday. I have back to back Graphics classes on Tuesday. The-teacher-I-hate-the-most has a class on Tuesday. And the Tuesday of this week was the last straw.

The-teacher-I-hate-the-most has been annoying me and using me as a personal assistant for the whole semester. This tuesday though… Yeah this Tuesday I made a decision.

No more being pushed around. No more being exploited and treated like a donkey. No more being ordered to bring my personal laptop so that Mr. Incompetent could use the multimedia’s help and infect Lappie with various Trojans from his archaic Flash Drives. That person also crossed one line I have no compromise on: Respect.

So I resigned as Class Rep on Wednesday. I typed up a badass letter with my soldier-lawyer-businessman father’s help, gave it to the HOD and set off a chain reaction of change in the University policy. I told them to have the duties of a CR in black and white. I got the task to form that policy. I made another pretty badass document on that and future CRs can now bow down to me in gratitude… Okay maybe shake my hand. If they feel like it. Totally okay if they don’t…

On Thursday I bunked International Terrorism class, went home and slept soundly after a month of stressing and twisting and turning. Here I would like to tell my readers that I like to bunk classes. A lot. Students with less than 70% attendance get their courses dropped, and thats about 6-7 classes. I bunk at least 4 in every course. Funny thing is, that teachers still give me the full 5 marks reserved for attendance or at the most, deduct a 0.5. I guess teachers just love me. That’s why some (most) were heartbroken I was no longer CR. Tough luck, kids. Maybe some other time; when CRs are no longer slaves to students and teachers.

This semester I couldn’t bunk because I was Class Rep. Teachers and students alike always kept an eye on me to make sure I wasn’t skipping. As soon as that pesky responsibility thing was off my shoulders, I was back on track.

It’s not like I’m not a good student, I do have a 3.8 CGPA… But sometimes I just can’t be bothered to take class, because I’m cool like that!

I skip 2-3 classes before midterms and 2-3 after. Now though I have a full set of 5-6 left in every class. Woot.

The other half of semester is gonna be F.U.N!



Just sharing a bit of my drawings and doodles because Atherz inspired me to do so!Β I digitally processed these black-marker drawings some time ago because a) I was practicing, b) it was fun and c) it looks cool. All of these were made in the past two years.

Just a lady...

Just a lady…

A simple ballpoint pen drawing that is my avatar on a number of websites...

A simple ballpoint pen drawing that is my avatar on a number of websites…

How I feel sometimes: Struck from above, loosing my footing below...

How I feel sometimes: Struck from above, loosing my footing below…

Because society...

Because society…

Seraph: Angel of Fire Because I find Biblical and Quranic stories fascinating.

Seraph: Angel of Fire
Because I find Biblical and Quranic stories fascinating.

Now I’m going to go and make some new drawings…

Die Keyboard Die!

In response to the Daily Prompt. I started writing this at 7:35 pm PST and will hit the Publish button right at 7:45.

Please read at your own risk. This is a 10 minute rant with a lot of swear words. People who actually know me, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER I AM GOING TO USE SHOUTY CAPITALS!

So this prompt advises us to just write whatever comes to mind and to let our “unfiltered” selves come forth.

The problem is that I shared my blog with a couple of my teachers and well, I don’t want them to see me as a rude person BUT this is my blog and right now I want to swear!


Let us begin.

F*ckity f*ck f*ck, I’m losing it!

Right now I have to write one personal statement essay, one cover letter, one sample blog post for a job I’m applying to, and one 800-word feature within ONE week!

But nothing is frigging coming to mind. UGH!

Also, this semester us students should have taken our non-seriousΒ teachers’ attendance rather than the other way around because in the 6 weeks of college that have passed, my teachers have been absent for TWELVE classes in total. A f*cking DOZEN!

Now they expect me, the classΒ sacrifice representative to arrange supplementary classes before mid-terms which are in TWO WEEKS!

Excuse me people, we can’t take 5 classes in a day!

And what is with whoever the f*ck stole my phone? Why haven’t I found it yet?

I’m back to this stupid HTC with a stupid broken f*cking screen where all the apps keep force-closing. I mean I took a leap from Android 4.4 KitKat to f*cking 2.1 GINGERBREAD!!!

F*ckity f*ck f*ck my life!

PS: This short crap took me 10 minutes to write because I was busy gobbling a Snickers bar with one hand and typed this single-handedly. BECAUSE I EAT WHEN I ANGRY!