Brainwave

You know what I ve decided? I’m going to get out of this the same way I got into it. I’m going to pray to Allah. I have this huge secret plan, which because I like atleast two of the readers of my blog (of course you’re not included Usman), I’m going to share on my blog. Everytime I want something really really bad, I pray for it non-stop. And when I say non-stop, trust me, I mean non-stop. I think I drive Allah swt a little crazy and eventually, he gives in. Only sometimes, I think he gives in to teach me a lesson. He’s probably thinking ‘oh yeah? I’ll show you’ and then at the end of it all, I’m like Oh.

But do I ever learn? Nooooo. Next time I want something, I’ll go at it full throttle again, hoping every time I’ve managed to nab the ‘Qabuliyat ka waqt’.

So I haven’t gotten there yet, but soon InshaAllah. Khatam Kahani – Soon.

WordPress > Blogger?

I think I’m going to move to WordPress. The format is so much cooler, and although I haven’t figured out a way to make my theme exactly like my blogger page (I heart pink), I’m sure I’ll figure something out – where there is a will there is a way. I can also import all my blogger posts directly without having to copy and paste.

According to me, the best thing about wordpress is being able to password protect certain posts. So if there’s stuff I dont feel like sharing with the world, there I go. There are quite a few other features which are much better when compared to blogger and msn, and therefore, I’ve decided. 

Bye bye blogger.

www.humairahumaira.wordpress.com

Don’t Believe Everything You Think

Happy Belated Independence Day

I don’t really know what you’re expected to do on 14th August. The only thing we did was watch PTV/Geo, wear green and go to some Pakistani concert. I was thinking of wearing Shalwar Kameez to work, but then I reasoned it was Jashn-e-Azadi, not Jashn-e-Abu-ki-Shadi, and went with a green tshirt instead. 

And the concert – it was some cheap ass Pakistani thing with Jawad Ahmed, Abrar Ul Haq, Omar Sharif and a bunch of other random people. My comments on the performers:

Omar Sharif – V.cool. He repeated quite a few of his old jokes, but funny nonetheless

Veena Malik – She’s funny, but also v.full of herself. 

Huma Khwaja – Loserrrrrr. Seriously what is it with jumping up and down continuously?! Pakistani girls aren’t supposed to do that. And what’s with the hair?

Abrar Ul Haq – V.v.cool. All his songs are just so much fun. And surprisingly he speaks very proper English.

Jawad Ahmed – Wow. He’s one of my favorite Pakistani singers. He sang the original version of Bin Tere and I just love him.

And the performance that I think is a first for Dubai (atleast publicly)

Megha – Pakistani Porn. They introduced her as ‘The Pakistani Killer’ and she danced to 3-4 songs. Uff Allah she was so vulgar. She came on stage, took off her sandals and dupatta(!) and five minutes into her performance, she jumped off the stage! Seriously it was such a high stage and just whoosh she jumps down, and doesn’t even skip a beat. She kept bending down really low in front of the whole audience, and pulling at all the Arab men to dance with her. I was so embarrassed ya Allah. Mummy wasn’t feeling too great before the concert, and throughout The Pakistani Killer’s performance, I kept mumbling ‘haram’ and asking her if she wanted to go home. She just swatted at me everytime and asked me to take a video of it to show everyone at home. 

After her performance, Omar Sharif actually came on stage and apologized. He said they hadn’t known this was the kind of performance she had come for. 

And btw, if you liek going a little crazy at concerts, you should definitely go with Aisha. I went to the last Atif Aslam concert with just mummy, and even though it didnt deter me, I’m so sure everyone thought I was crazy for woohoo-ing and screaming out randomly. But when you go with Aisha, anything you do is zilch compared to what she’s doing. She screamed continuously throughout the concert. When we first got there, there was a whole bunch of guys who formed a circle around our seats, but the only people left towards the end were guys who were screaming alongwith her. And mummy didn’t even ask her to stop! I kept hissing at her to shut up and not attract attention, but all my Shareef-ghar-ki-Larki-talk fell on deaf ears (probably from all the screaming).

14th August was the Pakistani Independence day, and 19th August was the Afghan Independence day. If you’re thinking independence from who, then haha very funny. We got independence from England on 19/08/1919, which btw is eons before any of you guys got it hmph. This day was even more eventless than 14th August. My 10 yr old sister Rani got cussed at by Abu the same day and when she saw my updated facebook status, this is what she said

(This is funny if you know Rani)

Puck You

This is how Filipinos say Fuck you. (not that they could/have ever said it to me). (on my face atleast). (I think I’m starting to like brackets). (a little too much).

Unfortunately, this is not how it was spelt when someone scratched it into the backside of my car. Its not even like I was blocking someone’s way or didnt park properly. I parked it in my slot near home and then in front of my office where I park everyday, when I got to work the next morning. And sometime between this, someone decided to deface my car. 

At first I thought maybe they meant it in a nice way. You know – because I was so hot? Then I looked at myself in the mirror and figured umm no. I am anything but. 

Now, thanks to God-knows-who, I won’t have my car for a few days and I’ll need to come to work with Sobia. Of course there’s nothing wrong with that – we get along extremely well. But she didnt have her car for 2 days last month, and ever since she got it back – its like she’s been making up for lost time in screeching halts and near-misses – every single day! Really if it wasn’t for the Quran Pak in her car – she would have been the Queen of Accidents. 

And now after she reads this (you know I’m just kidding Sobia haha), I’m either going to have to walk to work, or I’ll have a lot of scratched msgs on my backside.

Party Time. Ugh.

Remember how I figured out back in February what a big loser I was (surprise surprise!), and that in order to change that, I needed to go out more often? And that it made sense to go to all those events and parties my company organised, because a)they were cool parties and b)I could follow Mikey around. I went to like 2 parties over a period of 3 months, and although I wouldn’t give them rave reviews, I didn’t consider beheading myself at any of them. 

Until a couple of weeks ago. I went to one of Sobia’s office parties, and I will forever regret wasting 3 hours of my life at the party. When I’m at a party from work, my colleagues will make sure I know exactly where the non-alcoholic drinks are and there are >1 people I can hang out with. All I did at this party was stare at drunk people and hide from their stupid dog. YES I know she wont follow me around if she doesnt know I’m scared – but I am scared!!  

I’ve now decided I’m never going to a party where I know Mikey wont be around. Anyway I don’t need to be any cooler than I already am.

My New Favorite Song

I’m Back. Again. (for real this time).

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I figured I’m just wasting my time. What will be, will be and crying doesn’t change much (surprise surprise!). 

Seriously, I don’t really believe in all these ultra-smart conclusions but I figured if I keep repeating it to myself over and over, it will eventually sink in. And life does go on. Anyway I have a whole list of things I need to finish in less than 3 years, and time is running out. I can’t afford to sit around and be miserable.

happy birthday

I miss you :(

and happy birthday azra

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I am feeling sooo sad today. I don’t think I’ve felt this miserable in a long long time.