50+50=100

                                         100th post ? gosh I feel old .
                                     *all hail faraghntess* 




I am not that good at math but once I know how to do it I secretly enjoy doing it otherwise I keep ranting about how much I hate math and how I always managed to flunk math once a while.


Numbers and digits have so much of value in your life like the numbers in in your result card  (directly proportional to number of your days in peace), the numbers on a price tag ( inversely proportional to your happiness), the numbers on the weight machine while a girl stands on it ( no matter what it is it just indicates shes FAT  ironic in my case though ), the numbers on a pay roll securing your survival,the number of your age reminding you its time to grow up,the numbers in a calendar telling you how time is passing by so quick or not ,the digits around which the needle ticks bossing you around to work and all the digits and numbers surrounding us here there and everywhere.
But numbers fail, measurements fail,calculations fail, science fails and we feel so helpless despite of being so smart . no measurement to happiness,sadness,love,anger, frustration and all the feelings that give a meaning to the numbers around us . How many smiles day ? whats the unit of your happiness ? did you get a liter full of sadness ? seem's funny (not really haha ) the point is to turn ever number your lucky number live the number of you age,enjoy the digits in your pay check,use the one son the clock wise and nice and dude you'd be the numerologist . ( I am not even making sense am I ? ).


The point to all this philosophical crap of mine is that this is my 100th blog post .
*runs and hides*
*blushes then peeps*
* whispers : I know I am ''THIS'' farigh .


I wrote lame I wrote boring I wrote serious I wrote casual I wrote my rant I wrote my feelings I wrote my sickness,my sadness,my happiness,my religion,my influence,my laughter,my sarcasm,my taunt,my opinions,my hope,my frustration,my devastation,I wrote sense I wrote non sense I just wrote and wrote I wrote ever and anything and I still have a lot I can and I will write about .
This has given me my space my zone my crap the emphasis is on MY yes MY BLOG :) 


My friends say Hareem you are like the most farighest person on this planet why cant you stop this ? little do they know how much my writing helps me mature .


Today I feel really stupid and venerable and just a very big loser but mum still loves me and its my 100th blog post so its okay :p
This is such a boring post I will try to make it lively with some bits from my life :


Me : What the hell ? 
Dad : This is the hell .


Me ( in a very smart way asking my 5 year old sister ) : batao batao aqal bari ke bheans ?
 Abia ( makes this face and rolls her eyes ) : appa apko nahi pata Allah sab se bara hai .
                                                         Me : Uh-oh 

yeah I like to show-off

- I am some one who is easily pleased very easily I tell you .


- I love writing/reading letters. my first and last pen pal to whom I wrote a lot of letters was in U.S it actually used to take 4 min months for my letter to get to her by Pakistan post :l  


- Only yesterday I got a hair cut ( i still have no idea why I did this to myself ) makes me look younger .


- I just burped .


- I heart FRENCH FRIES . 


- I have a peeing disorder I pee a lot .  ( too much of information eh ? )


-I can never say NO to SLEEP <3


- I made a sketch book trying be all cool and arty 


- A friend just made me realize this morning that someone is just being pitiful and sympathetic towards me . God it killed me . (literally nothing is better then these gestures . I still don't want to believe it though).


- I like when I make people laugh 


- I am a dude who dresses up like a girl .


-  I am sticking my tongue out right now . God the germs in the air just stuck to it . ( am I disgusting yes ? no ? just factual ).


- I am bad at taking compliments . VERY BAD . (not saying that I don't like them  *rolls eyes*)


- I LOVE to act am too good with drama,back in school I was Charlie Chaplin in a pantomime and I played a chakka naukar in an urdu played who was named lallo ( eh yeah since I never had the face enough to be Cinderella).


- I act like I don't care and I hate solving issues and listening to problems/rants but the truth is  I love being everyones go to person I love my job nothing makes me more happy .


-  I just burped again I'd like to have the gripe water with the naked baby on its cover now .


- Flowers make me happyy very. anything and everything can get me high the smell of my shampoo or the taste of my food , the smile on my mums face , the bike ride with my dad, the wind blowing through my hai etc etc 


- I want BEACH .


- I want to go hiking or simply catch a train and go till the last stop,to drive around with the radio on pointlessly, to play pitho garam in the rain,to sneak out to eat goal gappay  all this and more 


- My back hurts and I have to study so enough for now .


 Love me forever love me everyday love me like whatever you want :D 
Because I value love I value emotions I value feelings and I value expressions .
Everything matters to me every little thing . You matter to me though I might not be so matter-able but I am a seriously funny matter .

This is me bringing sexy back yes ? no ? yes ? no ? bleh .

This is me on celebrating my historic 19th birthday that i will tell my kids about .

This the flower bouquet I got ^^ now you wish you were me :p 

I'll end this post on a happy note . I am blessed with the best of family and friends and everything one can have to be happppy for example : stock of mars and galaxy in your fridge :p , a sister who is enslaved  MU-ha-ha-ha , grandmother who feeds you food even when you are 19,mother who helps you sneak out (sometimes okay ? ),father who cuts his hair and buys clothes after you approve them :p ,teachers who tell you that they miss you and hug you when you meet them up, friends who treat you like you deserve all the best and nothing rest and so many other helping hands that make my life easy peezay :D 
*Achoo*and yes science that helps me survive even though I am sick all the time .