But sometimes your tongue is so laden with all the ways you can phrase a sentence that you end up swollen and heavy-jowled, and all that comes from your lips are disjointed words interjected with hesitation and insecurity. You sit down, red, and pretend you aren't being stared at by people who're wondering what the hell you're doing there; you pretend you aren't pretending those people are staring at you because it's much easier to displace the responsibility of criticism than admit you hate some aspect of your identity.
They say you carry your home with you wherever you go. If that's truly the case, then it should come as no surprise to the world that I hold within me a tempest: fire engulfing water trying to drench the flames fanned by winds trying to pull the elements every which way, and how beautiful … Continue reading Another essay on home
I always get a little bit emotional whenever I watch Hook. It reminds me far too much of my own childhood, where I could spend endless hours with my own imagination. I'd make a laptop out of my heavy blue notebook, following my mother around and pulling out it out whenever we had even a few … Continue reading Two and a half thoughts from Thanksgiving eve
If you follow me on any kind of social media, chances are you'll see some variation of the following, "I like politics and make up." Granted, sometimes the variations are very varied, but the point remains the same: I have two great loves in the world and those are politics and make up, or international relations … Continue reading Short note: Musings on make up
There's been so much happening that it's easier to make a big post filled with a lot of little things than one large disjointed post. I've been in Dubai for the past couple weeks and am slated to be back in Boston around 2:30pm EST on the 2nd of January. I legitimately cannot believe it's … Continue reading Assorted thoughts over winter break
Okay, maybe this is just a little preemptive, seeing as how I have one last final exam in a little over 12 hours. Frankly, that's exactly why I'm writing a blog post; it fools me into feeling like I've been productive, and that staves off any guilt I feel at not studying (assuming, of course, that … Continue reading This isn’t what you think it’s about
I don't think I have ever been more aware or conscious of my accent than in the United States. Frankly, I didn't think I had that much of an accent until I got here and started getting complimented on it. I always thought I had a general American accent with a slight Pakistani twang to … Continue reading “I swear this isn’t an accent!”: It totally is.
I'm a little embarrassed posting this, I won't lie, more so because a lot of the people I'm indirectly referencing in this post are on my Facebook friends list. But I need a place to gush and I think my friends are sick and tired of me at this point, SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO: Northeastern, … Continue reading Short note: Introductions and Goodbyes
I'm usually an exceptionally happy individual - bouncy, optimistic, loud, and glad to share affection with the world. When I do get in one of my "funks" it's very short-lived: a quick session of crying and then I'm back to functioning at my usual, extroverted level. I also have a love for slow, sad music. … Continue reading Thinking aloud
It's so weird to have huge breaks between exams - my first A Level was yesterday, History, and it's my extra subject too, the one I self-study. There's always an added pressure to perform well in something you chose yourself. I managed to come out with an unprecedented A in history last year: and I … Continue reading Assorted thoughts