Driveway Dancing

Dang, I must really be hitting my  low point of boredom in the summer vacation now. Do you know why I say that? It’s cuz I had ANOTHER crazy dream last night. Two, even.

The first one starts off with dream-me looking at houses with the family in some hilly suburban area. Anyhoo, after a few houses, we find one we like in a good neighbourhood and buy it. Coincidentally, it turned out a looot of HS people lived there. Ateeq (ur Rehman from my grade) lived in the house completely opposite to mine. Omer (Aziz, the one and only lota) was a few houses over on the right of my house. Ahsen (Talha Ahsen of the “Flower Boys” as I called them back in sixth grade HAH xD ) also lived next to Omer. Kamil (big brother himself) lived somewhere nearby a few streets away and would come to hang out with these guys loads. What a weird combination, huh?

Additionally, all my batch people were going to the same uni as me at the time ie Ahsen, Omer and Ateeq.

Now one day, I was driving out of the house to commute to hang out with Dreads and Hibah  on campus. And cuz train life is best life. Duh. But on the drive back, I realized that today was a party at Ateeq’s house and I was debating whether or not to show up. Before I’d made up my mind, and before his party started, I was going out for a walk and saw Kamil all tuxed up dancing the waltz with Ahsen. And it instantly made sense to dream-me because there had been a ball at uni today for the frat Omer and Ahsen were a part of. (Yes, that’s the most realistic this dream has been in a whiiiile.)

So I just imagined there were teaching Kamil for fun and practising around in Ateeq’s driveway. (Ironically, Kamil would probably be the best dancer out of all of them but pfft not so much in my dream it seems like!)

I kind of came over to watch and ended up hanging out with Ateeq as these guys practised there steps and twirls. Later, once the party was starting and the early, punctual type of people showed up, Kamil went home to untux and wear some more casual clothes. But Omer, who was also suited up actually waited until Fatima showed up (I don’t know, okay, I just don’t) and asked her to dance. Qarni was her awkward self and kind of just went with it. They both seemed to suck, although Omer was fiiiine at half an hour ago and that’s where I started to think he  might like Qarni xD Later on in the party, they were having a hilarious time and laughing with each other like comfortable friends at their lack of dance skill :3

Now, once the party was properly started, I showed up inside Ateeq’s house and kind of ended up talking to some guy called Adam that had some pretty cool, shiny braces, like something out of the cartoon Brace Face.

Meghna of all people later joined our converesation and ended up getting super drunk and wouldn’t leave me alone…But then thankfully, Ateeq saved me by dragging me away and we just hung out the rest of the party, walking through his massively crowded house. I vaguely remember Ahsen trying to ask me to dance mid party too, but I just went nah, man and that was the end of that. I think he hung out with us for a while too until Ayesha showed up, and we replaced Ahsen with Ahsan xD Haha, jk, but he did decide to leave once Ayesha showed up and the three of us left had a blast just chilling and stair sledding of course xD

No celestial bodies exploded in this one, so maybe I’m not as bored as I think I am. Whatever. The next weeks about to get hella busy with my internship and all the grad parties anyways.

Oh, but that was the dream I had before walking up at 4:30 am.

After 4:30 am, my second dream:

Errr, shit, I think I forgot a lot of it while trying to piece together the details for the first one. Let’s see if I can get it back.

….

I totally can’t recall D: Dang iiiiit. Ugh. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to add to this post if I ever figure it out. But I’d like to post about the first dream at least. (I had another crazy dream a few nights ago, but because I couldn’t piece together the entire thing, I just never posted it on time. I’m still working on that one too.)

 

 

 

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Plan for Tomorrow- Ayesha’s Birthday & My Passport Interview

Sooo I’ve got two major things tomorrow. My interview at the embassy to renew my passport, and get my first “adult” one made that’ll last me ten years. (No pressure for the photo, or the signature. Not one but. Nuooope.)

More on that just now, but I also need to state- for the record~- that it is also Ayesha’s sweet seventeen Sassy Seventeen birthday bash. Much less of a bash, more of a crash. Seeing as we all invited ourselves to crash at her place. It’s going to be a casual affair (as casual as Ayesha can get), so we’ll just be playing a bunch of board games. I for one am super pumped and looking forward to this! I LOVE board games, and we’re even playing a  bunch of my faves- Cluedo, Pictionary, Taboo, “Foreheads” (the Lazy DIY version of Headbands, which is a charade like game.), and Credit Card Monopoly (never played that one before, so yeah!). Yay ❤

Ahem. Passport complaining time~

Er, maybe not now… I should be asleep. Gotta get up early tomorrow.

Um, there was the family album, basically proving I’m my parent’s daughter, showing my aging, school ID cards, etc, etc.

And I’ll fill it all out laterrrs, as Imma hit the hay now.
[#HayAbuse #BadPun, woot woot.]

So ciao~

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman.

RandomTip- Dealing with Hairspray

Hairspray would be a girl’s best friend. If it was easy to get out the next day, and NOT make your hair super stiff to the point where you can’t run your fingers through it, let alone brush it….And that is why it’s a frienemy.

But that’s not important right now. Have you ever curled your hair, then sealed it all off with a load of hairspray, or perhaps used it to keep down flyaways, or just to keep it all in place (for loads of dancing, or a fancy evening out, or whateverrr)?

Well, I know I have. Not much, or often, or even at all, if I can help it. It’s just a total pain, and a much worse one trying to wash it out!

But for the annual school play, I wasn’t allowed to follow my own rules, and hence had to put up with stage make up (sooo much more than I actually would ever wear anywhere) and curling my hair (apparently, it was a crime back in the sixteenth century to have had dead straight hair =Y ).

Aaaand they put hair spray in my hair. The next day, I took a shower, and it still didn’t come out! (I didn’t shampoo that day, because I had the day prior, but either way, my hair was all tangled up.)

Sooo I experimented a bit, and found a simple way to get hairspray out of your hair. Just put some oil in your hair, sleep with it in after your night of partying, and just wash your hair in the morning. Your hair will feel so amazingly healthy afterwards, you won’t even realize you had to endure icky hairspray in it for as many hours as you did!

It worked great with me, and even after I put the oil into my hair- oils like olive oil, or coconut oil- I was able to greatly detangle/untangle my hair since it had become super smooth, and greasy, and, well, oily.

Anyways, hope this helps with keeping your hair healthy and yet still being able to do some fancier hair stuff every now and then =)

Buh bye now!

-Ali

Ze End to a Swagtastic Year

2013. Nearly over. Course I had to post something about that. All the swag, YOLOs, and pathetic ‘gangsters’  we must say good bye (and good riddance) to. If we’re lucky.

Cuz we should totally Ring out the old, and Ring in the new!

^[and that is a reference to Lord Alfred Tennyson’s canto, Ring out, from his poem In Memoriam (I believe?). ]

That actually goes very much against what I believe, but it’s a reference I just HAD to make. And I’ll explain that later, but first, a bit more on the year of 2013.

Thank God that draws an end to that terrible year. And yet, despite the overview of so many terrible things that happened this year, all the deaths (of both the famous and those who luckily weren’t), the twerking, the fashion trends, and flops to music, unnecessary movie sequals, disappointing books, and many many more, the year wasn’t that bad for me.

I mean, I’ve grown! At the end of this year, I’ve grown to a different person, and in my opinion a better one, that the one I was at either the start of this year, or the end of the one before that (2012). I’ve managed a few things that I thought I never could before- yesh, I have indeed become faster at reading =3

I’ve read more books, although not nearly as many as I’d have liked to (ugh, I’m still very much behind on my reading…). I’ve become friends with more and different types of people at school and otherwise. And hey- now I can actually wave around an eyeliner without potentially maiming myself! So yeah, progress ^_^

I’ve had FUN. And that’s what I think counts at the end of the year ^_^ And you shouldn’t be summarizing everything that you hate about yourself or want to change or just want gone at the end of the year- because, let us face it, that’s exactly what you do when you write down those stupid new years resolutions. I think it’s silly, the thought that “yeah, I’m all pumped to change myself! To become a better person, with a better, healthier lifestyle! The new year starts in, oh 48 minutes, and I will do all that then! New year’s wooo!” You should focus on what great times you’ve had this year. Not diagnose the personality or social or any other type of problem that you have with yourself and just decide to change that.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s greaat to want to improve yourself, your lifestyle, and get rid of annoying/bad habits. But why is the New Year’s the time where you get motivated to do so? Is the thought of starting off with a clean slate at the beginning of a new year just so appealing? Well, it should be and can be. But, honestly? You don’t get a clean slate. You only try to suppress all wrong you’ve done in the world and all things you aren’t proud of doing/regret, and just pretend that with a new start, you’ll turn over a new leaf.

That ain’t gonna work. Because you lose that motivation in just a few weeks, maybe months. And you shouldn’t. But you do, because that illusion of having a clean slate is gone. You don’t have a clean slate, and you’re reminded of that by still doing things you don’t like about yourself- small things maybe, but they are there. And that’s where it all goes downhill. You don’t try, or you forget, or you just damn give up. 

Sure, there’s the other factor of peer pressure too. How everyone want’s to improve themselves,  so you decide, what the heck, to do it too. But then again, you lack motivation and plop, end up exactly where you were.

Ok, maybe there are a few people who stick it out, who make some sort of progress even if they don’t reach their goals. But I still think it’s a waste to do it at new years.

I personally find that life-changing goals or super-set-in-stone-rules one sets for themselves or decides to accomplish work out best whenever you’ve made up your mind to do so, be it in the middle of the year or not. I think that it’s actually much more effective any other time of year.

After all, how many people do you see join the gym in January? Triple the current population of the Earth, correct. But at the end of September, how many- no, forget September, how many at the end of APRIL will be from the initial that joined in January? Hardly any. Maybe one or two. Four if your lucky. Maybe six if two of them were lads just after some abs to woe women with. But really, peoples’ moral just disappears, no it would be more apt to say it wavers, and then wanes. Soon, it disappears, and one day they either question why they are in fact still bothering, or why they started to do so in the first place and convince themselves with ‘logic’ out of it.

“huff, huff…why..am I lifting such heavy…weights..? pant, pant…I don’t want to be buff…I’m not even that fat…and..huff…guys wouldn’t want a chick with big huge muscles…ew…pant…I’ll just…run…like, jog..every..pant, pant…morning, before school/work/whatever…I’ll do yoga…yeah, that should be enough….huff..Ok, I’m done ^_^ And feeling great =D ”

Aaand pew, that resolution flies out the window =/ In the end, a bunch of us have given up on our resolutions, and just tell ourselves we’ll definitely do it ‘next’ year. Hah. We never do nor will =(

I know I have. I had a goal I set for myself last year, as a new years resolution ( I make up a few every now and then when I feel like it. I don’t believe in the idea of coming up with self-improvements as the end of a year comes and the start of another one beckons. ), to lose weight. A typical girly teenager resolution. See, I’ve got some unproportionally large thighs. I’m not fat, I’m not chubby, but my thighs make me self-conscious. So I don’t feel comfortable in a few short-ish hoodies and skinnies. But that’s why I had this vague idea that I would loose weight in time for this winter so that I wouldn’t be self conscious. Buuut, I gave up =P I got tired of exercsizing in the summer, and I started eating my normal levels of junk food, which isn’t very normal nor should ever be recommended to anyone =/ I can literally have (and have, at that) pure honey out of a bowl with a spoon. So sugar? I live off it and love it~!

(Coolioness- I have lost weight this year even though I gave up on that ^_^ And I don’t care too much about my thighs anymore. So the self consciousness is muuuch less now =) like,I think I lost maybe 3 kg? Or 2 and a half? )

Aaaaaah, this is tooo long to explain there are just about 16 minutes til New Years left now! So more on this explanation later I guess =P Oh and I still have to post the second part to that weird dream…hm, will do, will do. But not today, tomorrow ^_^ Meh, it’s new years, gimme a break =D

And even if I’m against the resolutions, I’m so up for the partying xD But not AT 12 am. Usually afterwards =D Explanations laterrr~!

So with that, I wish y’all a HAPPY NEW YEAR~!!!

Make it full of fun, happiness, and hope! May it be a thousand times more exciting and unexpected than the last! =D

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Ze

Two Rooms, Two Parties, Two Dates?

A Land with Parties, and Totally Weird Public Transport.

^The initial name to this post, but I never got round to telling the transport bit, so that’ll go in another (postponed) post. So I decided to rename this half of the story too.

So I had another weird dream last night.

It started off with me at some kinda party. And it was in a white square room, bearing resemblance to a typical anime classroom. It was full of people partying, dancing, talking, drinking punch, having a good time, the like. There were silhouettes of people that I couldn’t make out. But all the girls were in colorful dresses, and the boys were either in suits or T-shirts and shorts (i don’t know why =/). Lights were flickering, it was a blast!

Even I was in a knee-length dress, and that’s a tad weird. It was a midnight blueish purple, and I was wearing it with elbow length super fancy gloves.

Anyways, we partied. But then after a bit, the room changed. It became smaller, the lights became classroom lights, the people seemed to have left. The only ones in the room now were kinda geeky looking and nerdy people having punch, a few talking to each other, a few on gaming consoles or just sitting awkwardly in corners.

So I notice that there’s got to be more to the party than just this, and following my gut feeling, I leave the room and (the door leading to the class room was in a hallway like so – other door |     |classroom door) and so I walked across to the other parallel door that took me to another party.

A birthday party. And apparently I hated the birthday girl. But to be the total prick I wanted to be, I stayed, ate cake, had a blast, made some new friends, and overall, infuriated her immensely. There was a conga like and after loads of unwrapping gifts and party games, that was the end of that. Everyone’s leaving. Now I’m not sure how we make it here, but we do. Scene shiiift.

Now everyone’s outside, in this mall like set up, with this cinema ish door and ramps leading up to it. Now, I’m talking with this kid, who’s my age, but shorter than me, in a brown suit, round eyes and an innocent smile, and a mop of brown hair. We’re talking and chilling, and walking up and down those ramps. Out of the blue, he asks me out. Whaaat? And I get confused, and he tries to explain that he doesn’t know why but he wants to go on a date with me (very flattering.) But then he gets an emergency call, flustered, and just runs off.

I run off in the opposite direction, and come across this other girl whom I was had become friends with at the second bash. She kinda reminds me of Bisky, from HxH, but not entirely. She had a tanned complexion, twin tails with goldenish brown hair, star hair ties, and a blue, white and yellow frilly flowy dress that was matched completely with other stars too. She looked like a kid, very tiny and petite, shorter than even me. By a little less than a head.

Now we hang out for a bit, but I realize she’s either being overly-friendly or she’s (practicing?) flirting with me. Either way, we hang out at this food court/cafeteria area, and then I randomly hug her and ask this (convenient) photographer to take a picture of us. And she freaks for a bit, cuz I hugged her, but then she kinda acts excited after that. (there were random photographers around to take pictures.) Now, this photographer began to take a picture of this group of people sitting at a table near us first, and we held the pose just waiting for him to finish.So I’m looking in his direction. Another photographer shows up and already snaps a picture, with me looking elsewhere. So I politely ask for another, he complies and then-

For some reason, the chick I was hanging out with, bursts into tears, and runs away, dropping a glass slipper as she went. And I’m just left there thinking…I get to be Prince Charming to another chick, or I become the princess taller than the Prince dressed in Brown?! Da hell, Brain?!!

(I’m not bi =/)

Que tumble weed, silence, and whooshing sound effect as I’m left standing there, thinking that.

Snap. A picture to remember.

Man, this dream was weird =/ and pointless.

Oh, but there’s the weird public transport story…but I guess I’ll make that a part two and post that tomorrow. It’s really late, and I’m suuper sleepyyy =/

So later then!

Sweet and strange dreams!

-Ze

YMGE- YESH, im going!

Budapest, hungary, here i come~! =D

im suuuuper ecstatic about this MUN…its going to be sooo coool for sooo many reasons xD

i still cant believe im going. i kept crying to my super strict parents to let me go, especially since i didnt go to the Yale Prague one last year. But they turned away from my pleading with points of how insanely expensive it is, how im still too young, and how id miss out on too much school work.

Now, first, i just googled YMGE to actually SEE what it stands for. which is the Yale Government MUN Europe apparently. aaand i shall simple put the link for the official thingie here.

Its a trip of ten days last i heard, and its a four day MUN, i believe. or five. god knows. i hear something different form every person going. (someone even said NINE, dammit. -.- ) its in november, in the winter, so i might actually see SNOW after so loooong. i miss that pretty sparkly and fluffy soft looking snow =3 especially coming form Chicago, snow reminds me of home ^_^ and theres no snow in the particular city i am currently residing in =/ just hail. hail that HURTS. (dat hike, remember?) so yeah. no really homey feeling with the weather here. (especially that the leaves dont go beautiful shades of brown, amber, red, orange, yellow and golds. they just turn a pale green, if anything, then drop to the ground. it is the WORST autumn i have ever seen. but such a rant deserves its own post. but not today. some other time then.)

i just checked the YMGE site and there specialized committee is NATO O.o whoah. i wasnt expecting that at a government MUN :O but then again, im pretty unfamiliar with the format for this kinda MUN. ive only ever done the UN MUNs with committees like UNEP, HRC, DISEC, SOCHUM, etc. (where i have been isreal twice, and ireland once. Yep, The I is for Irish was IRELAND ❤ ikr?! xD ) (imagine being israel in disec =/ more on that in another para…)

so yeaaah, reasons i shall enjoy this trip like hell,

1. its my first ever trip alone-ish (no relatives) to Europe
2. Im going with my best friend Ayesha, and ill be rooming with her for ten whole days xD since weve both never been free enough to do sleep overs, this is a total first =P
3. I love plane rides. like insanely love them. looong ones are the BEST. like fourteen hours. or more. or even twelves good. But im not sure how long this flight is…nine maybe? i shall google it now. dammit, its only six and a half hours -.- i was reaaaallyyy hoping for a much longer flight…oh wyell….bleh =P but still. plane rides are fun ^_^
*sorry, i poofed for a bit, i had to baby sit rida and now i shall be munching on pasta while typing the rest of this out. lets seee where was i…*
4. the crowd im going with shall be mostly super fun ^_^ theres only one person i hate and find irritating as hell (yup, assads going =/ uugh, shes soo annoying -.- i shall explain one legit reason why i dont like her in a bit) then the druggies and drinkers know im not that kinda hippie and shall leave me out of it. plus, since this time ayesha and i shall be sharing a room, there wont be anyone smoking (and smoking week) in there at all. so phewww. last time, a chick smoked and the room was suffocating. for obvious reasons i had to go sit in the hallway to clear my head then i barged in on the guys room and made origami there while watching phineas and ferb like a boss. at like 3 am. pluuus, theres Ayesha’s BFF coming too xD so i cant waaait to see how he tries to tighten that friendship with her now =P or maybe hell stalk her into her committee sessions, while ditching his own :O ooor, he might even come out of the closet =P yeaah, im mean. but then aziz did say that hell never room with him, and then mishaal said itd actually be safer for him to room with a chick. ahahahahaha =D so yeah, theres that. then theres aziz coming along as well which is fun, cuz hes pretty decent. i mean, he drinks, but doesnt smoke, and hes nice to ayesha and me. hes pretty cool, so thats good. other people shall be doing there own thing, so we dont really have to worry about who to hang out with. plus, i totally plan on making friends there. who knows, maybe my The Irish Love Me dream prophecized this and i shall meet a hot irish dude :O and maybe, juuust maybe, ayesha will find the french chick from that dream too xD and if were lucky, the dream might just end the same way for her =P hahaha so yeaaah
5. Shooopppiiing. i know its europe, but STILL. i shall shop. and winter sales ❤ wohoo =3 plus, aziz needs help picking out clothes for his older sister, sarah. (i find it the FUNNEST shopping for other people)
6. and and and its a YALE MUN. YAAALE ❤ my dream school. so im thrilled to say itll look pretty impressive on my college app if i do go =3 and win =D a girl can dream, kay? and then theres the whole thing that

I AM INFACT GOIIIING~!!! xD >x< =D 😉

cuz my dad already paid for it all so yay =3

and one more plus, since i have a US passport, i dont even need to get the visa! while almost everyone else does. =P *does a crazy dance*

aaand the list format is totally gone now =P oh wyell…so yeah, let me enlighten my non-existent readers (sniff. pshaw, no, i dont really care about that since this is a scrapbook journal for future-me ^_^) and remind future-me why i dont really like eman asad.

One, i am simply and utterly irritated by her. just am. she didnt do anything to me personally, but i still dont like her. shes pretty hypocritical and THAT VOICE. UGH. its the most annoying sound in the world. plus she ends her sentences with ‘na’ and in a pretty whinny voice -.- oh, and i dont mean she has a pretty voice. she doesnt. i mean, she has a very whinny voice. as in, adverb. still. so. so. SO. irritating. Then shes one of those girls who are simply aunties at heart. and she brings like an original Louis Viton purse to school =/ her entire crowd does. but to me, its just cheap. they try so hard to be sophisticated and have all this designer stuff, yet it backfires so immensely.

Two, theres the scene where i saw her in the girls bathroom putting on enough make up for her own prom. (and here, its not very normal for teenaged girls to wear make up on a daily basis. us desi. were all about the natural beauty ^_^ ) so shes got a HUUUGE make up bag, the size of a folder, and shes putting on eyeliner, eye shadow, and even mascara. she had bottles of foundation and blusher in there too. guess i missed that bit of her magical make over. and when i did come out of the stall, i saw her and was obviously a bit shocked. you dont see scenes like this very often, especially when the chick putting on her make up looks like a kid and is dressed in her school uniform. but she continued like it was the most normal thing in the world. she had such concentration while doing it too. as i walked out of the stall and washed my hands, two other girls came in and we started a conversation. *interrupted once more by a call from ayesha -.- getting really tired of your shit, ayesha! (its a debate thing =P)* and she continued without so much as blinking, or even inevitably or involuntarily glancing to see who it was who just entered. geez.

Three, she actually did something personal to me. well, not personal so much, but it was super annoying. then she even started somewhat spreading a rumor! that girl =/ Basically, she thinks im a super goody goody who shouldnt go (since most the people going are going for partying.) (ironic, cuz everyone else is cool with me going, but her? not so much. loads of people think shell start rumors or tell on them since shes got such a holier-than-thou attitude.) and especially doesnt want me to go since i stole the spot for the trip she wants reserved for her best friend, sameen. thing is, sameen doesnt even want to GO. no clue why, shes got her own reasons so yeah. but still, emaan wants me off this trip so she can somehow convince sameen to go in my stead. Hah. so not happening. the first day, after the school announced which 16 people qualified to go (only 8 were actually picked by the debate coach, but the school wanted more *cough money cough* to go so they picked another 8) she came up to me and asked, all innocent like if i did indeed plan on going, or if i wasnt. dammit, you blah, yes, i am going -.- im an actual debater, why wouldnt i go?! Then a few days later she sorta started spreading a rumor about how i wasnt going anymore. which really pissed me off. ayeshas BFF came ove, all concerned and shit, that im not going. i just got angry and said ‘somebody’s been spreading rumors, but no, i AM infact going. so see you on the plane. (without sameen~ )’ gosh, i have yet to tell that little toont off for that. and maybe ill say something like that…’so eman, i paid for the trip, so its official, im going. so sorry sameen couldnt come in my place instead, tough luck. oh well…theres always next time, right? i mean, im sure youll win an award so theyll just HAVE to pick you again. oh, gotta go, see on the plane, kay? toodles~’ yeah, i should totally say something like that to her…

AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh! i cant waaaait to gooo >x<

oh, and the hotel? its a FIVE STAR one! and it looks SO FREAKIN’ PRETTYYY~! (heres a link to some epic pictures i found while googling it) aaaand the conferences shall be there, so minimal chances of getting late! (oh no worries, ill manage somehow or the other. i like a challenge.) and so, all the other delegates and ministers will also be in the same hotel as us ^_^ huzzah to socializing~

so yeaaah, cant wait. plus, im sure the socials (social events. you know, the parties and dinners and all that MUNs have to encourage bonding with other people?) will be BRILLIANT.

aaah. more on this later, like when its close to the date of departure. date of departure. i like the sound of that.

so yeah, enough of this, i gotta go now =) so laterrrr~

-Frosty
the cool as hell snowman bringing inspiration to all.

 

The CIE O-level Result

i just got m result, and after a veryyyy hectic way in which i got it…but more on that later. the actual result. *gaaasssp*

*le drumroll…*

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Its a baad shot, to say the least, but its a shot nonetheless of my ‘Provisional’ (whatever that means) Result. And its STRAIGHT As!! I got an A in aaaalll my subjects except for two, in which i got A STARS/A*s!!! can you believe it?! i sure as hell cant!! im dreaming~ but its REAL. dun dun duuuun. <indeed. hah. i laugh at my previous freak out now, but its still justifiable. anyways, Fari khala and co. are about to drop by to smother me with hugs, kisses, and congratulations, so ill poof for a bit then chill and tell aaaall the details. but until then heres the typed out result~

English Language                              A
Literature in English                         A*
Mathematics (syllabus D)               A
Physics                                                  A*
Chemistry                                            A
Biology                                                  A

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh. i got A*s in my WORST subjects! there is OFFICIALLY something wrong in the universe if I am getting A*s in Physics and LITERATURE. just WOW. and top of the class, Ayesha got a B in literature! in the subject i nicknamed Blasphemy, i didnt just PASS (which in itself is an accomplishment worthy of a feast and lavish presents) but i passed with the highest attainable grade! im so mindblown right now O.o

And physics- ! its an even BIGGER surprise…after the exam i thought id get a C if i was lucky. i knew nothiiiing, and i made up stuff. after the exam, everyone was all like, ‘no silly, you were supposed to do it like this, not that. that was completely and utterly wrong-but, oh its ok!  *seeing my face fall into a look of eternal despair and sorrow* im sure it wasnt all that wrong, and and youll get points for trying, right? (you do not.) oh, do cheer up now!'(m friends became someone out of the Great Gatsby after a bit. literature shall never leave my life, now shall it? oh weeeell~)

And then  i didnt get an A* in math, my best subject which is a huge let down. but its an ok let down when you look at the facts. paper II was insanely hard, harder than i expected. i messed up an ENTIRE 12 mark question, or atleast thought i did. I barely knew how to do many of the tough questions. and after the exam, i thought that the cold hard fact was that i was maybe getting a B, which for me is like a U- in math. im sorry, but i find math easy, and therefore if i get anything less than an A, i will be disappointed. and yet, im thrilled i got an A, cuz here the exam was terrible. so i wont regive the math exam. mayyyybe. lalalalala~ wohoo, highstandards~!

So now im all glammed up wearing shiny earrings and a long silver beaded necklace i got on my birthday, cuz i feel like im actually living up to my name, atleast intellectually. ‘its about time, too.’ oh shushy, brain. FYI, my name means Brilliant/Radiant. the radiant part i got down with my sunshiney and crazy personality, sparkling with facets of different personalities. (and no, on a side note i have not been diagnosed with MPD. so yeah.)

now i just got back form fari khalahs, and i talked to BK  too. i also, fyi, got to know armeens, amnas, ayeshas, and ahsens results (*cough got better than them cough*). yay ❤ but everyones result is better than they expected so almost everyones happy about it (except waleed. poor guy. speaking of which, i have to go talk to him about his result soon too.) so yippee~ (that sounds so mean after typing out the first pair of brackets and whats in them…huh.)

so now imma go get changed into comfy pjs, splash my face with water, and relaaaxe for a bit before i dive into the narrrations of what happened today. until then.

*poof*

aaaand im FINALLY back. phew. im still getting congrats calls =P oh well, deal with those all later. now in my ‘we’re all mad here’ alice in wonderland tee and tinkerbell heart printed graffiti pj bottoms listening to ‘swing low, let it rip’ (obviously a beyblade song. duh.), i can finally sorta chill out and rewind to what happened. or not. i gotta go skype with BK then cut the Well Done cake (not only did i get one cake, i got TWO?!!)

so for a second time, juuust for a bit (‘yeah riiiight *imagine an eyeroll*’ shush it briaaan >.< ) *poof*

ok. so what happened today? from the begining.

we students got a text kay (no, not really, the school always forgets to text my parents. grr. -.-) well have to pick up our result from the O-level branch at 12.30pm. later at night, the school sends out a fb message (a super unfair thing too, cuz not everyones on fb >.>) and i see it (glad i visit fb once in a blue moon atleast. i just got THAT bored that i was on fb. i otherwise never am.) and it says that were supposed to pick up our result after 3pm. THREEE!! so i chill, wake up at 1.30pm, distract myself with reading Fallen so that im not too tense, and i find out from my mom kay Uncle Man (hunain? remember that weirdo? =D ) got TEN A*s and one A =O i was blown away and super pressurized with that…i mean, i had NO expectations of any A*s and barely any As. so iwas suuuuper freaked out then. but then, ammi gets a call from Siama teacher who goes on about how her son (my classfellow, saad) already GOT his result, and so i have five minutes to get dressed, and rush out the door into the rain with my bud and neighbor zara to get our results at like 2pm or 1.45 maybe. we get them, hug, yell, cheer, and leave the school cuz there werent any other from the graduated O-level class there. so we come home, cheer and yell some more, smile and grin like craaazzyy and proceed to spread the news~ wohoo~

thats when fari khala came over, congradulated me, brought a bouquet ❤ aww and a cake with a message (Well Done *insert mah real name here xD*) which was grammatically incorrect (Well Done *COMMA*  *insert mah real name here*) and then after pictures and fb updates, we rushed off to her house, where the adults (not me. duuuh.) had tea and then us kids had yummeh snacks. then we rushed on home and and and

ahem. ‘calm down, yo.’ silence, brian! ‘hmph. just trying to help..’ >.>

and ate an early dinner and then now just waiting for a skype call and talked to ishi on fb (he got a cat named LOKI. how cool is that?!) and talked to loooaaads more people on fb, congratulating them all, and wishing them good luck if theyre gonna regive a couple exams. so thats all awesome and yay and happyish ^_^

i say happyish cuz despite all of this wonderfulness im still super miffed off right now, and i already cried today. not tears of joy. im in a bad mood mostly cuz of my huge puddle of mud sister whos not raining on my parade but sploshing dirty icky hadia-infested mud onto the banners and streamers and madhatters (yesh, plural.) shes in a bad mood, hates not being the centre of attention and hates me being happy. shes just being all huffy puffy and yelling at everyone, my mom, me, and que. its bothersome and irksome -.- shes even all angry at me for not already presenting her my cake in beautifully cut slices on a gold platter to her. hmph.

well, i have to justify to my future self WHY i was crying. i dont cry often, and even if i do, its at home and usual stress/mental breakdowns. so todays was a stress related one. sorta. my parents are asian. are super strict stereotypical asians, they want me to be a doctor. and ive decided for SURE that i dont. i dont want to go into dentistry i DONT want to be a doctor, i dont want to study medicine. i dont know what i want to do yet, but good grades isnt enough for my parents. i have to be top, which i am accomplishing somehow or the other, and i have to know what im doing with my life. no, not even that. i have to have every little detail planned out of my life. its nerve wracking. no, nerve RACKING. (‘rack’d with pains that conquere trust’. a lit student for now and for ever. -in memoriam, lord alfred tennyson. i didnt even know that i knew that quote. huh.) either way, i hate it. grr. and it made me cry. boo hoo =Y

aaaand now im sorta out of things to talk about…oh cake!

so besides the cake i got from my auntie dearest, i got a cake from Zara =O it was a surprise and an awesome one at that ❤ shes my neighbor and she got all As- and midsenence i poofed to greet and thank my uncle who just showed up out of the blue to congragulate me- except one B, which was in Math. and for her, that was an AMAZING result. so i got cake from her, and when we both got our results, we were hugging and yelling and grinning our teeth out. (ew, what DISGUTING imagery. pfft.)

side note- i saw sir yasir at school, the suuuper creepy basketball couch person and he was handling the O1 results, while i was getting my O2 one. so he was chill, and just asking about my younger brother (starting O1 this year) and it was just annoying. DUUDE. can you not SEE that i am getting the result of the past two years of labour? can you not see HOW tense and freaked out i am? i nearly turned around and bit his head off with snarky remarks. but my perfect p-p-p-p-poker face was in place and worked too. yay, maybe. oh, the perks of being the best actress at school =/

SO, i got my result which made me happy, this post is nearly so far 1,700 something words long, and counting, so i thiiiink i should just shut up, post it, and get onto skyping with BK. and thats that. so laterrr, i shall post again later (not about beyblade today, maybe later) possibly about pressure, or a weird dream, or the skype talk or random shiz like- i have no clue right now. oh yeah, my writing. you read that right. my WRITING. i shall now leave yall in suspence with that tidbit of news and now

*poof*

for real, too xD

-Ze