Hello there Mrs. S

Isn’t it strange? The way things can change
The life that you lead, turned on its head
 
It’s hard, adjusting. There are moments you want to hide in the bathroom and cry for your mommy but then someone knocks and asks you if everything’s ok. You say “yeah, out in a minute” and wish you were back [...]

0. Lift off

Didn’t expect me to be online today, didja?
That’s a hundred bucks (read dollars) for me, courtesy Absar. Yeay, shopping!
So November 6th is actually here. And I STILL can’t type at all. Mehndi and these extremely annoying nails make typing harder than clipping grass with tweezers on a football green.
I’ve realized long hair and nails are [...]

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Hmm.
Where do I begin?
Bilal
This is Bilal.

This is how he looks like all the time. His expression never changes. It’s freaky.
Bilal’s my cousin. I’ve spent 23 years of my life being either annoyed, ignored, or verbally assaulted by him. I’m pretty sure he has a crush on me.
Bilal’s also  scary lazy. His idea of a good [...]

24- Dear God, the freaking out has started!

Let me tell you how I feel.
I haven’t written any stream of consciousness post for a long time. I think I’ll give it a try right now. I’m in that place in time where all I want to do is get it all out. Take emotional laxatives… just release. I wonder why potty is such [...]

30 days!!!!!

Let me tell you what it feels like being able to buy shoes from Charles and Keith.
Not actually buying them, but knowing that you can.
It feels surreal. So surreal I want to cry.
My hands shake at the thought of actually being able to afford splurging on nachos at forum; at having the moolah to buy [...]

42- but 39. Uff. Whatever.

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Disclaimer- This post and the author of it bear no ill feeling to Malinga. He is a great player, and I’m sure must have a wonderful personality.
I don’t know why all of you insisted you wanted to read this. You’re not missing much- just the extreme superficiality and shallowness of yours truly.
Oh well. As if [...]

When you hold it in your hand, does it turn into sand?

Hey Hira,
You were an idiot when you were 18.
Really. You were.
Where were you then? Oh right, college…yeah, I remember those times. Not attending classes (can’t blame you there, it’s not like that shit would help you in the future), skulking round in the library having an illicit love affair with Fyodor and J. Steinbeck simultaneously, [...]

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My mother and I are- different.
She’s a social phenomenon. I’m a bit verbal-accident prone.
She drives like a maniac- Nascar should be glad to have her. I drive. And that’s a big deal. Really.
She spends her days in a whirlwind of energy doing good deeds and completing the leftover tasks of others. I spend my days [...]

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November 6th 2005 I fell in love. Truly, madly, deeply for the first time. It was new, and it was secret…or so I thought. Before a month was over though, he, and all his friends knew about it.
On October 5th 2007, I lost my mind. And my self respect. Luckily nobody read my blog then.
On [...]

Getting to know you

When you’re sitting opposite each other at a café table, there aren’t that many places to look without giving the idea that you’re avoiding what’s right in front of you. You can’t stare at a menu that long, you’ll seem indecisive. You can’t glance around at other people; you’ll just seem bored or judgemental, or [...]