A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.

An awesome job. Basically, rich.
A mansion with 12 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, a massive garden with a fountain and a backyard with horses running around.
8 cars.
A handsome, rich, kind and funny husband.
Two kids. A boy and a girl, preferably.
Designer stuff.
Go to Hajj with my parents.
A company.
An art gallery.
A cafe.
A house for my parents.
My own perfume. Called 'Awesome'.




Got back from school soaking wet from the rain. And my head itches like crazy.*facepalm

So anyways, I have good news this time. My brother got to enroll into my school, thank god. It's this 'mixed blood' thing. It seems that my family is categorized as 'second class citizens' now. Well us mudbloods could care less.

Oh and my dad got a new car. Okay, bye. Blogging on an Android is a pain in the ass.



I wonder what accounting will be like. I'm always on for something new so I guess it won't hurt to try.