10 things you MIGHT hate about me.

10 things that may lead you to hate me,  yeah.

1. The ‘K’ factor:
So yeah, I don’t really know how to reply to your ‘k’ text. We’re in a middle of a great conversation and when I get a freakin’ ‘K’ from you. DO NOT expect my text back. K?

2. Importance of Emoticons:
Emoticons like ‘:)’ ‘:(‘ ‘:P’ ‘:D’ ‘<3’ ‘:S’ and ‘:/’ are very very and I say VERY important to me. You gotta talk to me? Tolerate me with MY emotions, emoticons, I mean.

3. Severe mood swings:
If one day I’m the nicest person to you on the face of this planet and shout the shit out of you the other day, you’re a victim of my dangerous mood disaster, deal with it. Will you? Please? Thankyou.

4. Kids/Babies/Children:
My obsession with kids might get you to hate me, yeah. I totally adore babies. I can’t just resist myself when I see a baby anywhere. I just HAVE to run up to them to pull those delicious cheeks. =D

5. My ‘kinda’ music, oh yeah:
Hate me for listening to ‘teenage dream’ on repeat for 3 days straight. Or singing ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ on top of my lungs at the most random times. My music changes with my mood, I dance to Enrique, sing along with Sonu nigam, cry to Rahat’s Meri zaat zarra-e-benishaan, scream my throat out to Noori, hum along with Shreya Goshal and so on. All I want in life is GOOD MUSIC, anything else can just go to hell.

6. Superstar crushes:
John Abraham, Imran Ali, Aditya Roy, Imran Abbas, Fawad Khan, Enrique Iglesias, Jhonny Depp, David Cook, Shane West, Hayden Christensen are SOME of my fantasies. I have a lot more, trust me.  As Shuja’at Raza would say, ‘Despo, har dusray din tumhare new crushes hotay hain.’ WORD!

7. Love for Camera:
The camera travels with me every single place I visit. There has to be a picture of every single thing, every single event, and every single occasion. Because it has been said, you can never have too many pictures. Ooohh, what’s that?! *must click one picture*, wow, that’s a treat to my eyes *clickkk*. So, Behen jee, give me my camera and DO NOT interrupt me while I photograph my McFlurry.

8. Sense of humor:
I don’t blame you, I, sometimes, hate myself for my abrupt sense of humor. I make a joke like that and realize oh man, what the hell did I just say. I’m cool as long as people end up laughing at it and if not, then dayyummm, I can’t really do anything about it.

9. Unusual nail paints:
Reds, blacks, yellows, greens, purples, oranges and blues are just some of my mosttt favorite nail colors. I’m totally obsessed with them. I have to have the matching nail paint for every dress that I wear. This may sound annoying and cheap, trust me, it is. Hate me for wearing shining yellow or lime green nail paint, for all I care!

10. Curiosity kills:
Curiosity kills the cat. Well, I am the cat here. I HAVE to know just about everything about everyone. What? Why? When? Where? How?  are some of my beloved words. I ask a lot of questions and that sure does make people hate me. Its in my blood and veins and its not because I want to irritate you or something. But dude, I want to know what the hell happened.

I bet these are reasons enough for anyone to hate me. Hana? please say yes. =D

10 Things I loved about 2010.

2010 has been a great great year for me. A lot of awesome stuff happened. Too many tears, too many smiles, too many friends, too many hangouts.  What a fantastic year. Some of my most amazing memories of 2010.

1.   The Royal Bank of Scotland:

Working at RBS has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Awesome people, awesome work, awesome bank. Yeah. =D

2.  iPhone:

My love, my addiction. One of the bestest things that I got.

 

3.  Chocolates:

Needs no description. Ever.

 

4. Fariya Arshad:

It was Feb 2010 when I discovered this cousins of mine is not my cousin, but my ‘bichree hue’ sister.

 

5. Trip to Nawabshah:

4 guys, 2 girls. All crazy. One of the most memorable trips of 2010.

6.  Sony Vaio:

THE bestest thing my father ever ever ever got me. =D

 

7.  A.D.P [Aunty Disco Project]:

Discovered the band, good music, made friends with the members. Awesome.

8.  Despicable Me:

“its so fluffyyyy, I’m gonna dieeee”  Agnes is a legend!

9.  Sheila ki Jawaani:

Where Sheila has taken the nation by storm. Im totally in love with the song and DO NOT miss any chance to show off my dancing skills to my sister goin my name is sheilaaaaa. Lalalalala.

10. New Year Eve:

What better way to end 2010 than being with my favorite people on this planet.

 

2011, give me a lot of reasons to write about you in January 2012. :)

Sistership

I’ve always thought how bad my life would suck without this idiot in my life. No no, it’s not my boyfriend. Wait, do i even have a boyfriend? Haha, jokes apart, I’m talking about my sister, Sidra Amjad, here. Oh how much I hate her.

I’ve had the most amazing conversations with her. Some of the most serious conversations about life. We share the most hilarious relationship any sisters would do. We laugh like 5 year olds at 5am in the morning on something that happened maybe last year on BBQ.  Fight like idiots for no reasons at all. Shout at each other over silliest things on planet. But I love her to death at the end of the day. I just can’t, I mean, CAN’T ever take a decision without her approval whatsoever.

Here are some of the most funniest conversations we’ve had, there are, obviously, thousands more, but these are the most recent ones. =D

*4am in the kitchen on 27th Dec*
Me: Babyy I like it, the way you move on the floor *showin off my random dance skills to sidra*
Sidra: beta, aj baby nahi, ‘bibi’ gao. =D

*late night, inside the blanket*
Sidra: yar my tummy is makin weird noises.
Me: mine too. What did we had for dinner yaar?
Sidra: *making the ugliest face* tumharay haath k banay way matar pulao hi khaye they! :D


*last night, when we were actually goin to sleep*
Me: yaar, mainne suna hai agar socks pehen ke so jao and since i cover my head too while i sleep, tu log mar jaatay hain.
Sidra: Main roz soti hun socks pehen k. main tu nahi mari. tum apni philosophies apne pass rakho.
*hahahahahahhaha**laughed for an hour after that*


*on the computer*
Sidra: I want this comics now.
Me: what comics?
Sidra: Stephen king ki..us main 6 series ayengi. Har series main 5 5 series hungi.
*me starring at her totally blank*
Me: you don’t make any sense right now.
Sidra: dekho. 6 series ayengi..usmain har series main 5 series hungi, matlab har 6 series main 5 hungi.
Me: whatever sidra.

*almost every single day at random times*
Sidra: yar hira, parha kyun nahi jata?
Me: pata nahi.
Sidra: ley, main bi kiss se poch rahi hun.
Me: dafa ho jao!=D

*all the nights since i am born*
Me:  yaar sotay nahi hain, baatein kartay hain.
Sidra: go to hell, let me sleep
Me: please.
Sidra: yar hira, sonay de.
Me: please yaar.
Sidra: okay. Karo bakwaas.

Sorry Sidra, I know you want to kill me now. I’m just awesome. And to that I know what she’ll say, *making the weirdest face on this planet* going. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Buwahaha.

So yeah, that my sister, Dr. Sidra Amjad, well, almost.

A lot of my mothers dramatic nature transferred into her. Shes highly dramatic, overly hyper when awake for the longest time. Will laugh AND cry for no reasons. Doesn’t like ANYTHING that I adore. Loves everything that I hate. Hates partying. Loves book. Hates music. Loves cooking. Hates makeup. Loves dressing up.  Yeah, everything weird you want, my sister has it. One of the reasons I love her to bits.

I will get to hear great criticism about this, I know. She’s very sensitive, I tell you. But who cares.=D

Sidra Amjad. You’re awesome. I love you. No kidding.

P.S:  I hope you get married before I do, so that I get to do the ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ dance on your wedding. You know, how desperately I want to. =D

Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki.

Ek jawaan beti. Ek dramatic Maa. Story of my life.


Apparently, my mother is one of the star plus ladies you see everyday. The type of amma whos just not happy/content with anything or everything that I do. I remember the time I was working. I used to leave for work at 8 and normally used to get back home by 7:30ish pm. Being a banker sucks. Like totally. Driving in the shitty Karachi traffic from all the way to zamzama was another hell for me. My mind used to go blank and I used to hate everybody the moment I enter home. All I needed was PEACE. But *tadaaaa* this is what happens:


*just when I entered*


Me: Asalamalikum.


Ammi: Waalikumsalaam, aagayi meri beti.


*Silence*


Ammi: kaisa raha din? Kaam tha? Thaki hue hogi na? kitna kaam kiya aj?


*Silence*


Ammi: Dupeher main khana khaya tha? Kya khaya tha? Kitne baje khaya tha?


*after a long silence*


Me: Main zara fresh hu jaun agar ap ijazat dein?


Ammi: han han jao. Kapre nikaal dun? Konse kapre dun? Trouser shirt de dun?


*shuts the washroom door* *ammi waiting outside in the room*


Ammi: khana khana hai? Ya sab ke saath khaogi?


Me: *turns on computer* .. Ammi. Aj bahut kaam tha, bahut thak gayi hun main. Dupeher ka khana khane ka time nahi mila mujhe. Pringles kha liye they kaam karte karte. Subha jaldi office pahunchna hai. Bahut neend aarai hai. Khana de dein. Main jaldi so jaungi.


Ammi: naukri kya shuru ki. Ghar par time hi nahi deti. Tumhare abbu bi keh rahay they. Jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee .. … …. ……….. …………


REWIND. EVERY DAY of the week.





Now since, I’ve quit my work for several reasons. My mom is still not satisfied.





Ammi: sara din soti rehti hu ya computer pe bethi rehti hu. Ghar k kaam kiya karo. Khana banana seekho. Sidra ne roti banana seekh li thi itna pehle.


Me: acha.


Ammi: Bahut pareshaan kar ke rakha wa hai. Kal ko apne ghar jaogi tu kuch aata jaata nahi hoga tumhein.


Me: *barely listening* ACHA.


Ammi: Kal subha se jaldi uthna aur khana tum hi banaogi roz. Bass mainne keh diya hai.


*walks out of the room*





Well.yes. that happens with me every single day. But you know what, I Enjoy. Its fun. I love my mom. And I love her being this dramatic.





And no, I still don’t cook. Who wants to miss all the fun that happens daily? :)