LOVE, to y'all.

Its funny how time flies, and we never imagine, we're making memories. Memories to be cherished, always. Memories to be lived on. Because, we were too busy having FUN. 


Yes Rabia, I remember the first day we met. I remember how we stencil

led together. I still remember how you called me up in the morning, 6ish, laughed when you heard my voice, and said, "so rai thee na?".
But, we prayed together, that the strike is for real, and our exams get postponed. And, they did. Yes, the Power-Of-Us.
And how last summer, I loathed, and got upset, when you told me, you'd be going to Doo-bai, and I'd have to take the first week of classes Alone. Oh, how I prayed, I could go somewhere too. So, I wouldn't be alone. And luckily, our classes did start late, but you got your ankle sprained.
Yes. And I hated, hated, hated, being alone. For my biggest fear did come true.

Yeas. Virtual lab, it was. How I used to make fun of G, before? Well, that all changed. There he was, all nice and friendly.
And there came Uroosa. Roo Roo. "Mahnoor, did you understand the layer shit?"
Uroosa, the things I remember.
And then, I befriended you and G, for I didn't have Rabia. For I was alone. And well, since then, I've never been happier. We've had something special. Something real. A bond.
How you told what you really thought of G, Roo? Well, Rabia and I, talked about that for days. Because, we did find it true.
*and now I think, if Rabia, you didn't have had your ankle sprained, we would've never known, Uroosa and G.*

How since then, no day has gone by, when we hadn't thought about eachother. How we'd made G a fool, so many times. How we'd been a pain in the ass, for everyone. How we'd stolen eachothers cells, and enjoyed the overwhelming facial-emotions. How we'd come early, and stayed till late for draping. How we'd crushed over and cursed teachers together. How we'd enjoyed during the students council elections, and thought we're the best. How we'd bunked classes and had biryani together. How we'd fancied the guy, Nash is dating now. How we'd stayed back till it were too late to stay and gossiped together. How we'd have Chai together, three times a day. How we'd post on eachothers walls to tell how special we are. How we'd escaped the firing together. How we'd planned to go for a hangout and ended up calling our drivers to take us homes instead. How we'd enjoyed making Rabia mad, at literall non-sense. How I'd bla, bla, bla-ed in front of the teachers (kicked-asses, we've). How we would never finish our work before the submission is one week late. How we'd promissed eachother we'd study, seriously, starting tomorrow.
How amazingly we've grown into, WE. US. And, how lucky we're.

I love YOU, to bits and pieces. YES. And I mean it. EVERYword of it.
I know I'm ME. And I'm mean, and dirty. And I'm not-very-talktive. And I'm careless, and stupid yet funny at times. And I REALLY like that one guy I'd never get. And I'm always mad at life.
But I know, I'm happy and I have the most gorgeously-wonder-foooool-er-est friends in the whole wide world.
I wouldn't have imagined my uni without you. And I DON'T. My uni, and my life. NAWWW.
Oh, how this makes me G-sick. Lol.
ThankYOU, for everything.

Right now, when I sit, and write this, I feel ecstatic. I feel lucky. I feel, my lifes perfect. It IS, indeed!
Yes, I know, you TWO, feel special too, but you're more special-er than THIS. WAY MORE. Promise.
Rabia, I had to do something for your Birthday, since I can't do anything else.
Uroosa, I wrote this at 8 in the morning, when I told the world I'm off to sleep, cause I wanted to be with you TWO. And because, I promised, I'll write something. For US.

So, here IS to us. To all the crazy, insane things we've DONE so far. To all the crazy, insane things we'll DO together. To the love we bear for eachother. To being lucky enough to have found eacother. To US.
ILOVEYOUTWOTOINFINITY. 

I wrote this for my UniversityLovers. Just felt like sharing.

How you've all been? I'm fine. And I love this month. It keeps giving me a ray of positivity. Hope. Believe.
Yes, i'm blogger-sick. Double yes, I miss you peeps more. 
But, i can't write. I mean, the thing i posted above, is just dumb-shit. I can write that. But i can't write, write. 
See, i don't even make sense. :o

Pray for me, i need prayers. Loads. 
Take care. And I'll try posting something in detail soon. 

All smiles* :)

another RANDOM life update!

well hello. i feel like myself today. whewww, feels great actually =)

lifes good, though its super super tiring! i havent really been stressed this much, ever, in any of my semesters before. i have frigging classes all week long, except for wednesday, which i end up going too, cause there something i have to complete, or my friends say we will do group study, here in the university. yeah, that helps, a lot, but u know, preeeeeety tiring when u have to be there till 3 4ish everyday.

i got back at around 4ish home, from the bloody class. i actually was very excited, i love making illustrations, and i thought, this would be the one subject i wont mind taking on saturdays, which i was super wrong about, obviously. i am so frazzled. ugh. i hate the teacher, shes a bitch. shes made fashion illustrations F into fucking illustration, like seriously. last week she gave us this theme, textile prints, in 1960s. today, she said, i just need textile prints, and i want your mood-board by the end of the class. which wasnt fair, cause today the theme was changed. it was only textile prints, which on one side was easier, but dude we'd already have researched 1960s, yeah? well she messed up our moods, totally. and we couldnt do anything by the end of the class today! nothing. i went to her, to show her a few pictures, i thought wouldnt be so stilted, but i got insulted instead of getting any major help. yeah, she really is sucha bitch. she graded our last weeks assignment today, and when we asked her for our grades, she was like super mad, she said, i wont tell u that, that i cant! then i said, mam we wanna know where we are right and where we are wrong, and she said, in the next class, i want you to present your work to me,in front of the whole bloody class, i will let u know whats wrong with your work and whats not! oh yeah, imagine the insanity we have to deal with.

an year ago, i used to fight with my dad, saying, aba gee, i wanna be a fashion designer, i couldnt be able to cope up with the engineering stuff, all the maths and measurement, which now i realise was totally wrong. i am doing fashion designing now(yeah i know it sounds so amusing and everything, but NO, trust me, its even patheticer than engineering) and nothing is easy! mark my words, as long as you enjoy what you are doing, amazing. otherwise, u cant expect math to be difficult, and art subjects easy. cause nothing is easy.
yes, i love what i do, and thats possibly why, i am still doing it with all my heart, no matter how many times i abuse my teacher, and thats only why i end up getting good grades other than flunking it.


so other than the class, we have the students councils elections going on. its so amazing, every ones giving us treats and their badges, and there are banners and posters of them. campus looks so awesome these days, but despite all the buttering, seniors are doing, i still havent made my mind, to whome im going to give my vote to. guess what i and my group did today? we took all the stickers, we got from this guy, and we put it on the banners, exactly on the face of the opposing team :P geeez it was so much fun, everyone was staring us with WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOSERS UPTO looks, and we were laughing crazily.

on the other hand, the darker side, i have sooo much homework to be done by the weekend :S so fucking much, but imma take today off from all the homework, and enjoy songs and watch a movie or so!

sometimes you take a lot of stuff for granted, and then it goes away, cause of your silliness, and the you are left with NOTHING. dont let that NOTHING, come anywhere near you. you are the best, and you deserve the best!:D
so wish me luck, stay happy and enjoy what u have, thats what life and people taught me in the last few days.

LUCKY ME.

around 2 months ago, i went to this friends sisters wedding. it wasnt a total out of the ordinary, omgsocooool wedding. but there was a cool element to it. there was this guy, this HAWT guy, i saw and ohmigosh totally forgot everything else (expect for do i look ok for him to notice :P).

i was like LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME. U SUCKER, LOOK AT ME, HERRRRRREE, HELLLLOOOOOO. :P trust me. he was like the hottest guy i have seen since like forever. trust me, i study in a fashion institute ans all i get to see there are GAYS. haah haaaahh. like seriously. =O

anyways, i was like there, standing with all my other friends, and praying, please let him see me. pleeeeeeeeeaaassseee.

and then one of my friends said, MAHNOOOR HE TOTALLY CHECKED YOU OUT. wooohoooooo. i was excited. super duper excited. couldnt jump in heels but i was jumping by my face expressions. (u culd have known if you were there :P)

all the time i was like, checking if i look ok. going to get pepsi, and food from near to where hes standing. working around the wooden ramp, just trying to tell him i exist. :P

the time flied then. seriously. just when i was sure he. is. checking. me. out, my dad called me and said, come on it late, im out. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. BLAST.

sooo i went home, and tried to tell myself to forget him. hes just another guy i saw. and i knew i ll be over him in a day or two :P. the next day at uni. my friend, the one whos sisters wedding it was, told me he was one of her friends and all. BUMMER right. i know, here i am trying to get over him, and there shes telling me stuff about him.

ok, well, now after like so much time,specially when i had forgotten him, i get a text, and hes UZAIR, the same guy, i was crushing on, the irony. i was excited, but not excited too. i mean i had moved on.

anyways, i was like, yaaay, hot guys notice me too, yaaay yaaaaay, a mutual crush =D

but here the catch, after a while, when we got friends, other than just strangers, i get to know hes a year YOUNGER to me. fucking stinking shit. now this is the real bummer. LUCKY ME. *bangs head on the wall*.

soooooooo......nothing left to say haaan, =S. but im doing ok. i mean it happens right. he was just too good for me. or maybe, vice versa. I WAS TOO GOOD FOR HIM. (this is what my best friend tellls me, and as i always believe her, imma believe her on this too :D)