Picture post

Haven't done one of these in a while, so I figure why not? Not like I'm short of the will to write meaningful crap - you know, the kind that shatters mountains and stuff? Please note the sarcasm here o.o ....Khair, apparently, there's a narcissist in everyone who blogs? I mean, narcissism is a funny thing anyway, what with its self absorbency and vulnerability and what not. And blogging, well, I never really did it for anyone besides myself. In fact, I like it this way. Its personal. Sighs. Meh, I forget where I was going with this...... So anyway, here are a few pictures to add some colour to an otherwise very black and white blog..:

This is probably the best kulfi I've ever had; bar the ones we used to have from Manawala on the way to Faisalabad. It's got that perfect milk to sugar ratio and it is the perfect size one looks for in a kulfi. It also comes in a variety of different flavours including mango, rose and pistachio; for those who like living on the edge.

I re-organized my scarves from a folded/chucked-in format to a rolled format. They hold the shape too ^_^

Mama brought back the doll from Pakistan. I fear, where there isn't a scratch on her after all this time; she might wear out now that I have her back. Bas, I cant figure out how to replace the batteries on it so the heart on the collar lights up =/

Hira had another hospital scare so I took her out by the lake to cheer her up. Came back with frostbitten fingers. In May.

Made lasagna. Finally perfected the recipe, actually. It kinda sucks that I couldn't do it while Papa was here 'cuz he used to love my lasagna. Even the non-perfected ones. Man. 

Pulwashah wrote me a Birthday card. "achieve all your achievements goals" - I honestly think she got a little carried away..

I had way too much cake for one birthday, which was pretty alright I mean. I might actually have had just enough cake, for once in my life. My fondness of cake worries me sometimes, what with being a girl and diabetes that runs in the family; but it also always makes me feel better. Probably the reason why I like it so much in the first place - ahh, one of those vicious cycles. Sighs. 23 years old and I write about cake. This is what my life has come to. 

Freshly Newly hatched ducklings by the lake

So I had to get something out from where I kept those.. and uh.. yeah. Twas' good. I have even kept the stripey thing that you strip on the top to open the envelope. I mean, what does that even mean? At the end of the day, its essential to remember where you've come from..... a point where he wouldn't even wish me a happy birthday. Sure, I am a big girl, I don't care about birthdays but uh..it feels a little bad right? when you expect it off someone. Shrug.

Pushy did my front plait, I thought it was pretty neat?