Cory is Dead, and Pizza is Good.

I haven't been here in like..... ages. God.

Such a failed blog this has become, it's sad. 

So I'm sitting in bed right now, stealing the neighbor's wifi because my uncle took ours. (long story).

My butt hurts because I've been sitting in this position for an hour now. If I move, the wifi disconnects and my Glee episode stops streaming.

So fml.

Which reminds me...

Cory died. Cory. Died.

He is DEAD.

I cried. I really did. And my way of mourning is to re watch everything. He was so freaking adorable. Sigh. I can't even begin to understand what Lea must be feeling. It's so fucking tragic and sad. He really made me happy you know? Glee made me happy. Hopefully still will. Cory was a big part of it. I can never forget one of the most romantic lines in television history: STAY AWAY FROM MY FUTURE WIFE!

Oh Cory. You're freakin dead.

I've thankfully started reading again, these hols. I read one of the BEST series ever. The Ashes trilogy, by Ilsa J Bick. SO GOOD you guys! Very creepy and gross with a good dose romance. Loved them.

Summer is going well, bordering on mediocre, leaning towards goodish.

The humongous pies from NYP certainly help things a lot.

More later,

xx

CLG

Wallbanger and Froyo

Wallbanger was really good. It was also the LAST BOOK I'V READ IN A WHILE.
*shoots self*
This is ridiculous. I'm a freakin' book blogger, for crying out loud. But its a sad, sad truth. I've been so busy lately. Art school is crazy, and it keeps me busy EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. From 7am to 6pm.
So more about Wallbanger.
In the beginning  it seemed dull and boring. The dialogues also felt outdated, like some really old person was tryna write about teens, and failing. But a few chapters later? The witty banter- oh my GOD. It was so delicious and refreshing.
That was the highlight of the book, the sparks between the two main characters.
There were other things too, like the fact that there were underlying themes of feminism, and all that food description. Yum.
I'd give Wallbanger a solid 3/5, and 4/5 for the witty shizz.

I don't think I've mentioned this here yet but... I'm doing a tiny thing via facebook.
I have my own teeny tiny business, called Prisms and Paintbrushes where I sell my art. So far, I've got an album of whimsical greeting cards, so do check it out.
Or like.......... don't.
Whatevezzzz.
CHECKITOUTPLZ.

Anyway so today I was reeeaallly in the mood for some froyo, but I looked and smelled like a sad hobo.
I didn't really want to go out like that in public ya know, I mean, pfft, I own a business now, shizz. But I also did not want to change.
So this is what I did.

<3 td="">

This song was playing in the car, thanks to my S3, and come on, how can you NOT want to bust a few moves while listening to the second half?
I totally busted said moves- and then had to stop because my mom threatened to pull over and kick me out.
Probbbbbably had something to do with the people staring from passing cars.
But seriously. So unfair.
US BURQA GURLZ JUZZ WANNA HAF FUN!!!1 :C

On the way home, we had some vintage shizz playing, and I was singing along because that's something I do *shrug*, and my mom shook her head, saying something about how I would drive my husband up the wall.

Hehehe.
Mom.
You have no idea.

xx

CLG

Molten Lava Cake

So I was checking my followers and omg, I've 170+ now, which is cool as fuuuuuck and made me all 'Omg people still luff meee❤!!'. So I clicked around, stalked a bit, and came across this poem on one of the blogs. My poem below is inspired by its first two lines, so thanks for that Zoha!

I was going to call this one Molten Lava Cake, because its all fierce feelings and shizz, but its love so its all yummy and chocolaty too. However, then I decided- actually, on second thought, f it.

 Ima call it Molten Lava Cake, as deep as that is.

Until anyone else can come with a slightly pretentious yet obviously cooler name in the comments? Please and thank you guys.

Molten Lava Cake

Your life beat strong beneath my lips

As I stretched out my fingertips 

Trying to hold on to you, to time

To keep myself in this moment so very alive

Your moans kindled a fire within
as breaths got heavy and hands wandered 

never still but then time slipped from the tips of hands 

 too shaky to be fully in command 

And rolled off crashing to its end

Pulled apart by claws and told to bend

Our nightmare took shape, dark and black

But you stood strong and I with you
As hands held hands and vowed never to

Bend or break or ever let go

They held on as the gales ripped through

And held on as the floods threatened too 

As the plagues plagued 

 as the minds cried

They held on with almost shaky sighs

The end was near, predictions bleak

 But in the end? 

Your lips beat life through mine again

Hands intertwined with you and time again

Hopeful and happy and holding on tight

Never giving up, not ever without a fight.

I've started reading Wallbanger by Alice Clayton so hopefully that'll be good.

xx

Chicklitgirl

And, I'm back.

I've been really neglecting this space here, and even though I'm the worst book blogger ever, it STILL feels like not fun and a sort of pressure to write really good book reviews. So yes, there will be reviews, but there will be other, maybe, hopefully probably, lots of other blog posts in here in which I just rant/rave/vent and that is all I shall do.

Here is a poem I wrote, inspired by a friend and her relationship/s.

Grilled Cheese

I still loved you in January.
They told me its okay to cry
I still loved you in February
They held me close and sighed
My heart held on in March
But the love refused to leave
And in April there were dreams
Dreams that I slowly weaved
You would remember me
As i remembered you
But May came around
And my dreams, slowly fell through
I still loved you in June
But breathing, it was easier now
I missed you in July
And in August too
But they were always there- and life again begin to bloom
In September there were chinks in the armour
But October bought change
It brought me all the hope I'd thought lost,
Brought in all the hope again
I did not miss you in November
I did not love you in December
And in January,
I love him.

I'd love for somebody to critically analyze it in the comments below. Or maybe a guess at the meaning behind the extremely deep title?

Its five am and I've been watching College Humor and Ellen for a couple of hours now and now my face hurts. 

Waaaaayyy too many lolz.

For getting into art school, my Dad bought me an S3. 

OFFICIALLY AN ANDROID GAL NOW BITCHEZZZZ

APPLE CAN SUCK MY DICKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

Except not really since I don't actually have one.

A dick, that is, not the S3.

Picture for proof:

Initial thoughts? 

Its way too big. That's what she said.

Midway thoughts?

Its slow.

After resetting?

I am also in love. 

Oh, happy new years and shizz.

xx

Chicklitgirl

(Flash Reviews): Shaking My Head (1)

In which I briefly talk about books that were basically, meh.

The Best Night Of Your (Pathetic) Life 

     by Tara Altebrando

Rating: 2/5 Stars

With only a week until graduation, there's one last thing Mary and her friends must do together: participate in the Oyster Point High Official Unofficial Senior Week Scavenger Hunt. And Mary is determined to win.
Mary lost her spot at Georgetown to self-professed "it" bully Jake Barbone, and she's not about to lose again. But everyone is racing for the finish line with complicated motives, and the team's all-night adventure becomes all-night drama as shifting alliances, flared tempers, and crushing crushes take over. As the items and points pile up, Mary and her team must reinvent their strategy--and themselves--in order to win.


The Best Night Of Your Pathetic Life was a totally meh read. And by meh I mean, nothing special. 

It was all fluff with no real substance and a protagonist who was just really... Lame. 
She felt more like 14 instead of 17/18 and, just-, all her thoughts were so immature. 
The redeeming quality of the book was the scavenger hunt, and even that, was... so-so.
It was a quick read though.
Check it out if you're in the mood for something light or are in your early teens.

x

CLG

I think a change, a change, would do you good.

So if you were around my blog recently, you've probably seen the changes I've made to the header+background!
I really like this new design. I think its slightly darker, and reflects my state of mind perfectly. The books are there, the birds flying away are there, there's pink, because I'm still that girl, but its more grown up than the previous look ChickLitGirl had.
What do you think?
I've been in a massive book slump lately. I just don't feel like reading. Its so weird.
What I want to read, is something close to perfect, and all the books I've started, they just don't pull me in. I need an attention grabber, you know, one of those awesome books which hook you from the first page, and keep their claws in you, until you're a mess of happy or sad emotions at the very end.
Books like Shatter Me, or Stolen or even Gimme a Call.
Sigh.
So what HAVE I been doing? Working on... art.
Since my literature dreams have been crushed (daddy issues), I've decided to get into Pakistan's best art school. Is it weird that I've turned a completely different direction yet again? Nah, I don't think so.
Doodling and drawing are two things I've been doing for a long, long time now. During high school, a lot of friends told me to get into the arts scene, but I never paid 'em much attention. I mean, I'm not spectacular, I'm slightly above average. But then lit was a no-go, and that other uni I talked about a few posts ago? Sucked sweaty horse balls.
Yeah, that bad.
So now, art school it is.

Here are two pieces from my makeshift portfolio, since I've never taken any classes, *insert Taylor Swift voice* like, ever.

I call her, Girl With Hair

Girl With Hair2

I love the hair man. I really do. Pretty colors and swirly lines- there's just something about them ya know? YA KNOW?
What- No? Just me? Okay. :C

In case anyone is wondering, yes, that is me on the header up there. I'm wearing a long tunic, called a kurta, which most Pakistanis wear here, and a black dupatta, which is a long black scarf esq thingy. I WISH that bookshelf was mine, but sadly, the picture was taken by my bff at this cafe in Karachi.

Oh and before anyone tries to say the girls' boobs are wonky- THEY'RE NOT DUDE. They're supposed to be that way. *Shakes head/rolls eyes*

Art School interview was a nerve wracking experience.
First of all, before going in, a senior came by and demanded to go through my little file of art. Basic ragging, whatever. So I showed it to him, because you know, whatever. Might as well see his reaction.

He... scoffed.

Basically was like this:

Literally scoffed and laughed in this 'WTF are you thinking guuuurlll?!' way and told me to take in someone else's work if I really wanted to get in.
Obviously, that wasn't going to happen, and thankfully he left after letting me in on that nugget of wisdom. Leaving me on my uncomfortable folding chair, a total mess.
I wasn't good enough. I knew it, and now he knew it, and in a minute they would know it too. I was actually shaking at the thought of being a disappointment/failure yet again.

Me, from the inside.

Of course, it was at that very moment that I was called in.

There were twelve people there, sitting in a half circle, and I was supposed to sit in the single chair in front. Totally felt like a Wizengamot moment. The old dude right in front of me even looked like Minister of Magic gone bad, with a pinched face and this general air of meanness about him.

So I'm showing them my meager portfolio right, and they're questioning me about my family (Dad: Civil Engineer), interest in Art (doodling since 4eva, Mum loves to paint etc), then that old dude asks me if I've ever experimented with watercolors, AFTER seeing the above drawings. And I'm like, um yeah these are water colours- (Seriously? You're supposed to be the big art expert here.)

Him: Yeah, water color pencils.

Me: Um, no, actual watercolors.

Him: What? Okay, hand them over. *examines them*

Me: Yeeeeeahhh Bichezz this is the REAL DEAL11!!

Then the nice ladies and I had a talk about literature and English, where I also discussed this blog and they seemed actually impressed! Yay. Everyone seemed to like my art too, so I was feeling pretty confident at that point. But you just knew that Mr Grumpy had 'seen it all before'. *big fat eye roll* 

So then he asked me, pointing to the application in front of him 'You've written here you like to sing?' I replied in the affirmative.

Him: So what will you sing for us today?

Me: Um..? 

Lady: Oh singing! How lovely! Are you trained or is it just for fun?

Me: Yes, I love to sing. I'm not brilliant but, Im not that bad either! No training, but I've actually-

Man: -Sing 

Me: Um

Man: *creepy intense look*

Me: Okay... sing what?

Man: You tell us.

Me: Sings.

YEAH OLD MAN, TAKE THAT. I SANG, IN YO FAZE. THINK YOU CAN SHAKE ME? HUH? HUH?

Ahem. 

Anyway, so everyone smiled and half clapped in the end, then they asked me to gtfo.

I think it went well, don't you? 

So when I got home, a friend who knows people at the art school called me up later in the evening.

I was just chillin', watching the latest Revolution, you know, that show where the lights go out 4eva, and then I was told- I.GOT.IN.

I got in. 

Fingers crossed it isn't all a horrible misunderstanding.

xoxo

Chicklitgirl