Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Dontcha? Dontcha baby?
That’s all Pussycat Dolls seem to sing about isn’t it? Themselves. And if it’s not that then it’s about what they have and what they can do and what they can give. Wait, that’s talking about themselves too. My bad.
Some of their lyrics are just absolutely ridiculous, they make me LOL. I mean ‘loosen up my buttons?’ What the hell? How desperate can you get woman! Where’s your self respect and modesty?! Ok I admit she is quite good looking but she just shows everything she has; she just lays it all out for the whole world to see. And then what’s left? Nothing, because everything has been seen. She hasn’t Read the rest of this entry »

Hi. Call me “Girl with the Pink Bag” because that’s my undercover name. Anyway I’m writing this because each month I want to tell you and just only you about my life. You may be wondering if it’s going to be an ordinary life. But open your eyes as you will begin to read the most extraordinary chapter of my existence as I reveal all.
Its 4.05 in the morning, looking at the alarm clock from the corner of my eye, pressing the snooze button from time to time, unaware that today may be the last day of this blessed month of Ramadan. As usual, no alarm clock had been able to wake me up on time but the non-stop alarm of my mum dragged me out of bed and got me ready for Sehri (The morning meal before fast). After finishing the meal, I rushed to my local mosque for the sunrise prayer.

