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Friday’s Five!

Mood in a word: happy!
Book you’re reading: The Memory Keeper’s Daughter. Inching along.
Looking forward to this (long) weekend: actually meeting up with friends and regaining a social life
Dreading the most: nothing, except for the End (of said long weekend).
Word of the week: cool beans.


Have a GREAT weekend!

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Posted by on May 18, 2013 in Uncategorized


Silencing My Own Voice

I’ve always strived to control my writing. I wanted my writing to say exactly what I wanted it to say–nothing more, nothing less. The more concise my words were, the better I would feel about myself. I did not want to be the Anne Shirley of my companions any longer; flowery language indoor only, please. But then I realized that my strictly formal essay writing format was doing exactly what I didn’t want to do when I began writing for myself: saying a whole lot of nothing.

In my attempt at political correctness, neutral language, safe topics, non-personal incidents and the like, I ended up writing about some other ‘me’, a me who was not me. And the sad part of this all is that I started to write so I could get outside of myself, stop fantasizing in my mind and start making my worlds into something tangible that I could read and carry. The more I said what I didn’t want to say, the more I said what people could possibly handle to hear, the more pointless my words felt; the more they felt like a very tiny hydrogen atom in a massive ocean full of H2O.

So here I am now, trying to teach myself to write freely, to stop every time my brain says, ‘Nope, don’t say that’ and actually ask myself why I shouldn’t, and why no one should know how I feel about anything at all. And perhaps, if I ask myself enough times, I will stop censoring my own words, my own thoughts and opinions, and come closer to the thing I was looking for in my writing:



Posted by on May 15, 2013 in Uncategorized


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A Memory

One Eid last year, my uncle was able to help save someone’s life.

She was young, around twenty-five, and she got onto his taxi. Somewhere along the way to her desired destination, a subway station, she asked him if she could confide in him; it was something important. He said yes. She told him that she was going to kill herself today, commit suicide after he dropped her off. Shocked, he looked at her to see if she was serious. She was. He said he wouldn’t let her; she said it didn’t matter, she would take a bus if he didn’t drop her off. He wouldn’t stop there. Did she have any relatives or family in the area? She had to choices, he said: to go to a relative’s place, or to a police station.

He asked her why she was doing this; clearly, something had pushed her over the edge. It turned out that she had lost her job four days earlier. She had a husband and a sister; he called her husband and got the address. She decided that she wanted to go to her sister’s house. He called her, and they asked him to bring her to them, a location about 40 minutes away. He agreed and took the local route, just to stay on the safe side. It took them longer than usual, and along the way they talked. He told her that a job was the last reason to want to end your life; money can be replaced, he said, but a life cannot. He told her that she had nothing to complain about, living in this country: she had family, she was young. He told her to think of the parents who raised her, how her life was just starting now. What was a lost job in the long run?

He told her of arriving in a new country, without a job, not speaking the language, in a climate so different from the hot weather of his home country. He told her that he had no family left; they were either dead or missing. She was wide-eyed with surprise. Somehow, his story got through to her. When he arrived at the house, there were tears and hugs all around, and he was swept up in the current of relief and thanks. He refused to be paid; what was money in comparison to her life? Besides, he said, he could just pick up another customer and earn more money throughout the day. This one was special, even better than earning money. He said goodbye and came home, where we awaited his arrival.

It was a special Eid indeed.


Posted by on May 12, 2013 in Life Stories



Friday’s Five!

1. Mood in a word: excited!
2. Book you’re reading: The Memory Keeper’s Daughter! I also read The Fault in Our Stars last Friday, and I would have posted that in my last Friday’s Five. Except I didn’t have one. I lacked life Internet connection. Sigh
3. Looking forward to this weekend: reading my books!
4. Dreading the most: being productive.
5. Word of the day: motherfathergentleman.



Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Uncategorized



On Life, Changes, and Motivation

I feel like blogging the night away.

In all seriousness, I haven’t posted anything in a long time. I haven’t even kept up to date with my Friday’s Five, something I thought I’d always have time to do. But it was getting a bit sad, really. My answers would always be the same, even if I posted:

1. Mood in a word: tired.

2. Book you’re reading: none, but I should be reading my textbooks.

3. Looking forward to this weekend: sleep.

4. Dreading the most: classes on Monday.

5. Word of the week: sleeeeeeeep. Follow the emphasis.

sleepy face

This second semester has been quite different from last. My courses have become more reading intensive, I started working in January, and I’ve lost my drive to do well. The drive has been a real stab; not knowing why you’re studying what you’re studying can really take the sweetness out of learning. I felt a little bit more alive when I walked into a bookstore today and actually bought two books for my younger siblings. There were so many books around me, and for the first time in four months I actually wanted to read them. I’m feeling really excited to read/reread some great books after exams!

On a sidenote, the Lizzie Bennet Diaries finished a little while ago, and that was a pretty sweet conclusion to it all. I feel like a little bit of ‘me’ is back: I am playing sudoku and kakuro again, I am contemplating reading a book while studying (rebel), and I am posting again! I can’t wait until Friday comes and I do a real Friday’s Five.

See you in a bit! And for all of those with finals in the next few weeks: sleep well and good luck!


Posted by on April 13, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Historical Humour

As the story goes:

In Britain’s House of Lords, one lord insulted the other. The offended lord demanded an apology. The insulting lord replied saying, “I called the Right Honourable Lord a liar it is true and I am sorry for it. And the Right Honourable Lord may punctuate as he pleases.”


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Posted by on February 28, 2013 in Uncategorized



Friday’s Five!

1. Mood in a word: RESTED!
2. Book(s) you’re reading Show you’re watching: finishing off an anime I left off halfway, literally, called Durarara!
3. Looking forward to this weekend: sleep, sleep, sleep! Snow day today meant the university was closed. Woot woot!
4. Dreading the most: having to go out, for any reason. My dad had to shovel his way back into the driveway, so much snow accumulated while he was gone.
5. Word of the week: studying. At least attempting to, although I’m still.hopelessly behind on some of my readings.

And the Lizzie Bennet Diaries! I can’t wait for Monday!



Posted by on February 8, 2013 in Uncategorized



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