How can she slap?

Life sucks, then you die.

Here I am, superfuckingmegaovertheFUCKINGTOP excited about going to Karachi. Chilling in the backseat, with my friends both on the right AND the left okay?

One second I'm dreaming of blogger meet ups, awesome Prom parties, sleepovers with my bestestestest friends, experiencing this and other sex-bomb shit and the next?
The ticket is returned [with a 6k fine] and I'm sharpening up that beautiful metaphorical knife to slit his fucking throat.

So possibly you're like, WTF, whos 'He' and why the cussing?

Well. I'm done with tiptoeing around my own blog okay?
THAT'S HOW I SPEAK AND EVERYONE OFFENDED CAN [fucking] DEAL WITH IT AND/OR LEAVE.
But you know.
Don't leave.
Stay.
Its just a word.

[You can go HERE for a lovely post summarizing my POV {which means 'point of view'}on this.]

Anyway. Back to the situation.

A little back-story first, if you will:

My A levels went shit. I'm retaking everything in November. {No, I'm not a big stupid loser, I used to be V INTELLIGENT ONCE (comparatively) since I had 6 As, 4 Bs in my O levels.}

Back-story over.

SO ANYWAY.
'He' is the godforsaken shitty [well, but not really since his he has mad teaching skillz] teacher who is supposed to tutor me in Chem and Physics for November.
He is also a madman with a sharp, pointy and VVVV thorny stick up his ass.
I mean okay, dude, I'm going to Karachi okay? If you want me to stay here and study, fine.
Good for you.
Its nice to have opinions- BUT WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF CORNERING, AND FUCKING BLACKMAILING ME?

The ultimatum, which he delivered in front of my mom and I?

'Either she goes to Karachi and finds a new teacher, or she stays here and studies with me.'

And my lovely mother?

'Either you get tutored by Sir Shahbaz and give the exams or you don't give the exams at all.'

To add to the intense shittiness of the whole thing- Sir S told my mother and I how he would be willing to handle Chem with me from July, but Physics he needed to start 'right away' or we could go to some other teacher for physics.
Well, that seemed okay to me, so I said to him, 'Okay, so I'll do chem with you, starting from July! And for Physics we'll go to another teacher!'
In my opinion I had the problem solved, right?

Wrong.

Because oops guys, HE FUCKING HAS AN EGO LARGER THAN FUCKING EVEREST.

























He went all 'offended' on me saying stuff like 'oooh how could you be so blunt, blah blah blah, too bad fo you, now I've decided , either I'll teach both subjects, or I'll teach NONE.'

Um. WTF?

You.gave.me.an.alternative.and.now.you're.getting.your.panties.in.a.bunch.cause.I.took.it??!?!?!?!?!?!!

*Face.palm Clawing.my.eyes.out.*

Guess what else he did? He proceeded to dig his oily nose more into my business by going all fake-psychiatrist-bitch on me and asking me things/saying things like:

WHAT have you done to deserve this?
Why do you think you should be allowed to go Karachi?
You used to be such a good kid and now...
Just give me ONE reason why I should let you go?
When I was in LUMS, I never went to my farewell! And look how I turned out!

And so on, so freakin' forth.

Okay first of all Sir, YOU don't know SHIT about me. You do not get to decide what I 'deserve' and what I don't. You have no idea about who I am, what I 'used to be' and [insert random bs here].

Secondly? Its not even fucking ABOUT the farewell.

I was born in Lahore. My whole family, [excluding grandmother/father & uncle from my Dad's side, and obv my parents and siblings] lives in Lahore. I love Lahore.

But Karachi? I was raised there. I have/had virtually no family there. All I had were my friends.
Karachi has become a huge part of me.
Some people say friends don't matter, that they wont always be there, and other stuff.
But my friends were like my family.


This past year?
Its been stressful and depressing.
Final A level year, where everyone is counting on you to make them proud-
Alone in a new school with creeps and fluff heads who don't understand the phrase 'reading for fun' and etc-
Struggling and failing at things you know you can do, but you've become so pathetic that you find yourself stumbling over them despite it all-
And etc.

All I wanted, for fifteen days, was to get a little chunk of my old life back.
I just wanted fifteen days.
It didn't matter if it would have been a temporary thing.
I just wanted to forget and experience that familiar joy of gossiping and laughing with the girls I've grown up with. With the girls and friends I've spent so many important moments of my life with.

I wanted to be carefree and not have to worry about the pregnant elephant in the room [my bad grades and uncertain future plans].
I wanted to, after a whole year, go out and have fun with friends, in a place where people knew who I was and liked me genuinely and were happy that I came, instead of being all 'whatever' about it.
For fifteen days, I wanted to forget the bs, and live in the moment.
Visit the beach with my friends, have sleepover with my girls, get ready with all of them, dress up and go out and have FUN, you know?
All of that, is something I can depend on.
Nothing is vague when there are vacations and you're in the same city as your friends.
Specially if its the city all of you have grown up in.
This 15 day trip would have been a solid wall in my not-so-solid life. Something filled with familiarity and excitement and love and possibility and just, good, old fashioned fun with the people you love.

I have been looking forward for this comfort, getaway trip for more than a year.

Thanks to Sir S, and my parents [but mostly/specially Sir S], I am not getting it.

I even cut it down to a week, then, FOUR days! I begged and fought and rebelled and did whatever and you know what?
It still did me no good.

I am not allowed to go :).

I hate Sir S.
After I refused to laugh at his jokes the first day back in class [this Monday] he had the audacity to say the following: 'But CLG, I thought we were friends!'

Um.
Fucking seriously?
Friends?

And, you know, the three days that I've gone to him to study, hes always cracked lame ass jokes, trying to 'friendship' and make me laugh.

I hate him.
I fucking hate him.

A WEEK GUYS. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
PLUS, HOW.CAN.HE.FUCKING.BLACKMAIL.ME.LIKE.THAT?!!?!?
How can he just corner me in and act like he owns my life?

Okay, maybe to you it may seem like much ado about nothing, or a mountain-out-of-a-molehill situation.
But honestly? I dont care.
I love you if you understand and if you're read ALLLLL of that hate/hurt above. If you dont... well. I still love you for READING it all.

But the point is, I feel like that guy, you know the one?

Standing there, saying 'HOW CAN SHE SLAP!?'

:C


x

Chicklitgirl.

SAT! BOOKS! LOSERS! LOVE! We got it awl, shiz.

My SAT is in ONE WEEK. Its safe to say that I still have not yet completed a single practice test.
I blame it on KESC and the government, like any responsible Pakistani, so its all cool man. Shit.

Two people keep calling me and texting me. They're not my friends, or anyone I know. They are lovely frAndshipers. I'm posting their numbers here, so you , awesome followers (if bored) can spam their inboxes like they have spammed mine.
Or just give the numbers to your pathan chowkidars? Or whatever.
I trust you to do WOTEVA U FEEL LYK.

1.03017817874
2.03453596290

The first one's name is Hussain, the second one goes by Abid.
Yeah, they're stupid enough to sign their name at the end of every text.

And while you're at it, could you PLEASE report this fucked up fellow?

http://www.facebook.com/#!/thekarachigirls


Thanks guys <3.

So anyway, I read another awesome book, when I should have been studying.

Forget You, by Jennifer Echols.

 I chose to read this (e)book because I sorta got jilted at the altar. [Long, stupid story.]

And well, I really wanted to forget. The crucial thing, that I had infact forgotten {no pun intended} though was that the blurb said it was about amnesia, not about FORGETTING THE GUY WHO U LUF.

So anyway, all that aside.
Forget You was AMAAAZING.
I loved it.
It was one of those big-smile-at-the-end books.
I did, anyway.

What its about:

WHY CAN’T YOU CHOOSE WHAT YOU FORGET . . . AND WHAT YOU REMEMBER? There’s a lot Zoey would like to forget. Like how her father has knocked up his twenty-four- year old girlfriend. Like Zoey’s fear that the whole town will find out about her mom’s nervous breakdown. Like darkly handsome bad boy Doug taunting her at school. Feeling like her life is about to become a complete mess, Zoey fights back the only way she knows how, using her famous attention to detail to make sure she’s the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect girlfriend to ultra-popular football player Brandon. But then Zoey is in a car crash, and the next day there’s one thing she can’t remember at all—the entire night before. Did she go parking with Brandon, like she planned? And if so, why does it seem like Brandon is avoiding her? And why is Doug—of all people— suddenly acting as if something significant happened between the two of them? 
Controlled, meticulous Zoey is quickly losing her grip on the all-important details of her life—a life that seems strangely empty of Brandon, and strangely full of Doug.

 

I loved it because of the romance, it was sizzling and Doug was awesome.
I liked Zoey, except I was always slightly annoyed by her, since she didnt act like a normal teen- I dont know, I felt that she was too detached from whatever was happening, and wtf was all that shit about Brandon? {MILD spoilers} I disliked the fact that she kept calling him her boyfriend, when she KNEW he was a player. And just because she'd slept with him once.
Oh and the whole sleeping-with-someone-to-distract-yourself-from-tragedy bit is so overrated and screwed, both literally and figuratively thats its not even funny anymore.
What I adored was how much Doug cared for Zoey, and the huge-attention-to-detail type things he did for her. For example, it was so sugar sweet of him to drag her away from the car, even with a leg searing with pain- and then how he asked Zoey's best friends to stop acting stupid and befriend Zoey again... adooorable and so FREAKING cute.
I'm a strong believer of the whole 'its the little things' shit, and thus, Doug rocked.
To gush on and on.. I loved the amnesia thing, I loved how Doug always tried to protect Zoey, I loved how she was a good swimmer and wasnt like any of the cliched cheerleader/loser types and etc etc. {End: Spoilers}

What I'm trying to say it, READ IT, AND LOVE.

K?
k.

Okay, thats enough for today, I suppose. I'll leave ya'll with another awesome quote my that same soon-to-be-famous-loser.

Saieen scene bhi mean hai muscle bhi lean hai aur biscuit bhi peak frean hai aysi to baat hi nahi hai C:

Hahaha, I love him, it made me totally LMAO. 
But not ROFLMAO, for THAT, you gotta check the other quote here.

k bai now.
xx
CLG 

Depression.

Hey guys, So, all I can say is, I've hit rock bottom. Im crushed, broken, and the tears fall freely. This world, is cruel and harsh, specially when you're seventeen and very, very alone. I'm too scared, yeah, to write down the gory details.. but I'm just saying... even though I love romance, its cursed, and you should never ever fall head over heels at such a young age. You should also never EVER rely on people who you think will 'always be there for you'... even if its your 'best friend'. Because people change. And in my case? Definitely for the worst. I wish I had someone to talk to. But I dont. CLG. EDIT- Screw this shit. I will not let this get to me. Or I will, but, when everything is wrong, we move along. Also- When you see my face, hope it gives you hell. Wait, am I going through the 'five stages of depression' or something? Is there any such thing? Ugh. I dont know.