Hindsight Cont'd:

I am so very full of regrets right now. So full that I've got no choice but to finally write a blog entry on these awful, awful feelings of regret. I don't write much anymore; I definitely don't write about my personal feelings—very rarely. Tonight, however, I must recap on how far I've gone with my regrets, hindsights, and daily things that maybe some people might consider miniscule, but they eat at me like nothing else.

I'm not too sure where all this stems from—insecurities, lack of organization, indecisiveness, love, or maybe I have a talent for being very skilled in hindsight—I should probably ask a psychologist. I guess one of the biggest backhanded compliments one can receive is exactly that: "you're very advanced in hindsight," because guess what that means? That means you lack foresight; you lack knowing what to do about something before it's happened. You probably could never get a job as Ms. Cleo, or anything that involves tarot cards or a crystal ball because you probably would realize after your unhappy customer left that you should've plugged the cord for the crystal ball in before they arrived, not after. The literary talent of foreshadowing probably flew over your head when you were reading Poe, or any other author, for that matter. The Three Wise Men should've visited you, before Jesus. Maybe if your parents named you 'Prudence,' your much needed judgment would arrive before the fact, not after. Further, you cannot be described by adjectives, but more by verbs which highlight your lack of action in the right places at the right time: "should've, could've, would've."

And most likely, two of the biggest things that continue to eat you is (1) the fact that your thoughts/ideas/decisions that arrive after the fact are so damn extraordinary and matchless to anything you or anyone could have thought of or  even done before. And (2) when you orate your regrets to the foresighted people around you, they tell you to stop being so hard on yourself. But, if you won't, then who will?

—

Hindsight

should be my middle name.

...sighings

I Once Dated A Writer And

Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

~source

I found this poem a little cute. I'm not calling myself a writer or anything, but I do forget a lot of many things on a daily basis—including something someone just said. It doesn't mean I don't listen or aren't attentive, I don't know what it is, but I promise I do listen and am attentive. I am usually so content having a nice conversation with you, that I space out in an odd way thinking about our conversation. It doesn't make sense at all, but it's not supposed to.

—Ciao for now

I Got Married When I Turned One

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="534"] circa 1991.[/caption]

Now that I've caught your attention, let me honest. If you thought this was going to be a heart-breaking story about how a little Muslim girl was married at a tender age or about my cultural or religious history—it's not. It's actually a story about how "CRASY" my mother is. Because guess what, not all Indians do this and not all Muslims do that. Some of us do some weird stuff picking out some really weird and unusual things to wear for their party. My mom, Zaheda, dressed me up as an "American" bride for my first birthday and I don't know how I felt about it then, but I think it was a great, freaking idea! Because you know what, I look pretty adorable. With my mushroom cut hair, my "asian" eyes, shocked look, and oh, my fair skin. I have NONE of those features anymore; now I'm a dark monster with long, black hair who doesn't stop making really weird faces that I think are slightly attractive to the opposite sex.

Indian brides don't usually wear white, our traditional wedding outfit is RED and it's pretty awesome and really, really heavy. We make a lot of statements when we get married—fashion, wealth, style, jewelry—well I guess every culture does, but Indians really like to take it to the next level. The people who are close to the bride and groom are also expected to dress ridiculously over-the-top amazing.

[caption id="attachment_477" align="aligncenter" width="280"] we get temporary tattoos too.[/caption]

Unfortunately, many Indian brides these days are under the impression that they can substitute their traditional red dresses with different shades of pink, yellow, oranger or perhaps the worst in my opinion—BABY BLUE—oh god, just let me get my morning sickness right now and VOMIT. In my opinion, an Indian bride should ONLY be allowed to wear RED or WHITE. Both of those colors are just fabulous, have serious significance in them (nuptials in the East and purity in the West), and when a woman is wearing them, you can usually point her out as a "Bride." It also lets you remain traditional even though you probably aren't (you're probably a 'Freak-a-leek, how you like it Daddy').

I'm going to wear both of those colors when a man (whose probably lost his mind) decides to like it and put a ring on it. And I'm PROBABLY going to look amazing. Whether he's brown, white, black, yellow, purple, or green, he's going to get me henna-ed up in my extremely heavy red outfit, which will probably determine his upper body strength later, and church-ed up in my white dress.

Therefore, I'm thanking my mommy for dressing me up in white. I don't know if there was or was not a handsome man at my first birthday party dressed as a groom, but I do consider this my first wedding, in a really weird, abnormal, convoluted way. And guess what my friends—it won't be my last!

[caption id="attachment_480" align="aligncenter" width="467"] My brother's wedding, dressed in purple kush.
I told you I look like a long-haired monster now.[/caption]

Ciao for now,

—Nadia

22, going on forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Q-D6WVQJ2A

I know this is not greatly directed; i love it but what can you do when you're partying? However, the real question is: Is it awesome or eerie that the video is actually 22 seconds long...?

09/29/2012

Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.

Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.

 

... Because it's raining outside.

“All the world is birth...

All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.

I have a lot of friends. I'm not the bragging type, but I am seriously blessed in that department (along with other departments such as my good looks, a bosom and once again, my good looks). I don't have that quote "It's better to have 4 quarters than 100 pennies," in my life, because in reality, I have a lot of dollar coins—and I've saved all of them.

Hence, when one of my BFFs asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I sent her this list. I've added several things to this list because I know this has been on the mind of several people this month, mwaahahaaa. So, any one of these things will do or ALL OF THE BELOW would be perfectly fine as well:

What Nadia Wants For Her Day of Existence, Which Ultimately Made Your Existence Worthwhile:

• Decision making skills


• A puppy who I can call Nacho (preferably a Yorkie, Samoyed, Husky, Beagle, Pomeranian, or Spaniel)


• A job (preferably one that's well-paid, with lots of benefits, good hours & brings me fame and glory. Something with the NYT is sufficient, where my name is on the front page)


• State of NJ driver's license for my mom


• 2 cats I can call Hummus or BabaGanoush (Persian, Bengal, Ashera, Savannah, or Russian Blue)


• An Audi with leopard print interior (not a 2 seater)


• SOME GOOD LOVIN' owwwwwww


• A penthouse (this one is more flexible anywhere in NYC will do, or Spain, Greece, London, Mexico, or even Hawaii just to give you a few ideas)


• In home ATM


• Chocolate (you should probably click on that)


• Lifetime supply of white chocolate


• The answer to Life


• A perfect bra


• 12% body fat


• A technologically advanced planner that doesn't require me to "write/plan" anything myself and reminds me to do everything


• My own talk show where I can criticize and insult


• The cordial invitations to Taylor Swift, Justin bieber or Drake's parties for their resignation to music


• The ability to eat cheesecake everyday in every form without the calories


• Peace in the Middle East


• A good President


• Quill and Ink set


• The guts to get a TATTOO


• A bumper car I can drive on the roads


• Better roads


• A mountain bike


• A leopard print vespa


• Photo frames (but they have to be in really weird shapes and super cool)


• Leopard print soccer cleats


• Leopard print darts


• Leopard print pool table


• Leopard print pool stick


• Leopard print anything


• Books (minus 50 shades of anything)


• Clothes


• A new house to put my mountain bike, books & clothes in

... That's about it. These are some pretty simple things, since I'm a pretty simple girl.

Love,

Nadia

Le French Fashion: Reem-yon It Up This Fall

"Fashion has two purposes: comfort and love. Beauty comes when fashion succeeds."
—Coco

I am not a "fashion journalist." If there's one thing I know about myself, it's that I am not a writer of style/fashion. I know right, so uncool. At least there's one thing I do know about myself as a journalist/writer (woohoo!) It's a shame, however, that not only do I not identify myself as a fashion writer, but I also refuse to "teach" myself to be a fashion writer. Because guess what? There's A LOT of jobs out there that are for fashion journalism—and I just don't want any of them. I don't know what it is; maybe it's the fact that I wanted to be a "fashion designer" in 7th grade, maybe because I've never sewed more than two things in my life, or maybe it's cause writing about style, colors, and outfits just don't fuel my fire.

However, if there's one thing I do know it's that the French are beautiful, skinny, and smelly. And they gave us Lady Liberty and are also named after one of America's most delicious fried foods. With that historical information, I'm now going to try something new. I'm going to write a "style" post for the first time in mi vida. But, be warned mi amigos, this is unconventional, irrational, and will probably be exactly what you're not looking for. 

Lovers & Jobs: They Ain't Easy to Find

There's a lot of fish on the market, they say.

Yay! I didn't get a job!  Well at least not yet. Also, I haven't received the "rejection" from my     last potential employer. I've received worse: the silent treatment. So no, there is no closure. I've come to realization that job-hunting is analogous to mate-hunting; there's a lot of damn fish in the vast ocean but that doesn't mean all that fish is good for you.

Despite the 8% unemployment rate in the US right now, there is work out there. There is always going to be work out there. Of course, you may have a hard time getting the work because of all the competition, but it's there. Needless to say, that doesn't mean the job (that you assume will complete your life) is good for you. What I'm really trying to say is that there are a lot of shitty jobs out there. There are a lot of shitty guys out there, too. I usually am more sympathetic to people because I believe that many factors come into play for a person to be "shitty" (bad year, family issues, exs, heartbreak, etc). But, it's quite interesting to note the similarities between finding a good job and finding the love of your life.

Happy September 2nd!

So, I know I am not a very successful blogger, actually I'm probably not even a blogger, but I am attempting and I'm going to continue to attempt, despite my failed attempts. What I have a very hard time doing is deciding what the hell I want to write about. Honestly, how ridiculous is that? I'm a writer, I shouldn't have a problem deciding what in the world I want to write about—right? Well, whenever I attempt to write on my blog(s), I am stumped.

Scifi Short Story: "Fatta Cuckoo"

It’s not that I didn’t know how to write, or want to write—I did. It’s just that I didn’t know what to write. I had too many ideas, you know. It was all written in my head, but my fingers had refused to put it in ink.

Of course, I really didn’t have much of a choice, since I was paid by the word. And when I didn’t get my words out on paper, I was in trouble—lots of trouble. But trouble not in the same sense that you’d think. They worshipped me, and when they didn’t get their daily dose of my diction, they went a little crazy, a little cuckoo. “Fatta cuckoo,” to be more specific, as one of them described their own condition the other day. And I really couldn’t handle them when they went “fatta cuckoo.”

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad ...

I got sunshine in a bag ...

I'm unsure what I am scared of when I begin thinking of blogging. Right before I sit down to actually start blogging, I am explosive with ideas, excited with motivation, and optimistic about the end result of my blog post. But, once I open up my Wordpress and begin typing... bam. Scared. Afraid. Confused. Unconfident. What's wrong with me? I have no idea. However, I do know one thing: today, I had some sort of "awakening," "enlightenment," when I read a Forbes article on Frances Bridges.

Dear Diary,

I call myself a writer. Heck, my graduation present from my brother was an (expensive) rookie Mont Blanc pen—because his sister calls herself a writer. I guess I call myself a lot of things; I label myself a lot in my mind. But what's the point of labels when you don't live up to the labels? I don't write. I haven't written something with true substance since May. We're in July right now, so what's the delay for?

Short & Sweet: "I Miss You," Incubus

To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a Three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, If I said
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days, but already I am wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you

Think I've fallen in Love with Lovesong

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you [x2]

Original: The Cure
Beautiful Covers: 311, Adele  

YouTube Ads & Gingers: Oh, the terror!

Gingers have no soul, they say. I'm not usually one to believe in rumors, but come on, this one is definitely true, don't you agree?

 I've only liked two gingers my whole life. Ronald Weasley from Harry Potter and Dexter Morgan from DEXTER, the best show on Earth. Recently, I was listening to some music on YouTube, when a Victoria's Secret commercial came on. Oh GOD, not only do I HATE ads before my favorite music plays,(everyone does), but I also DESPISE VS. Why? Because they charge like $27342983+++ for my bra size and that makes me feel sad :( It's not my goddamn fault I was pleasantly endowed with a bigger bosom so why does VS have to torture me? Anyways, while I was about to end myself from the 30-sec commercial, I couldn't help but notice that there was a REALLY GOOD FKING song playing in the background. After scrolling through the comments and whatnot, I figured out what song, artist it was, since I wasn't the only one curious. I don't know what it was, maybe I'm a girl, maybe I've been feeling lovey-dovey recently (don't even dare to ask me why), but "Give Me Love" just sounded really fking great and now I can't stop listening to it; while I sleep, while I shower, while I write—the combination of the smartphone and gingers have come far.

The lesson here, my friends, is that there comes a time in every individual's life when the things/people/types/tastes that you usually dislike, even despise, might just surprise you with an inkling of pleasure. Because, guess what? Life works like that. Of course, there's ALWAYS going to be things/people/types/tastes that are always going to suck no matter what, like Taylor Swift or the show GLEE, and that's okay, that's perfectly fiiiiine.

—till manyana, Nadia.

p.s.

Check out "Kiss Me," and "Small Bump," by Sheeran for more lovely-dovey, girly, ohmygod I'm in love songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XF2AlO8cKbE

4 WEEKS!

Until I graduate college.

Holy. Lord. Of. The. Heavens.

Why did time go by so fast?! Why IS time going by so fast!? I'm trying to enjoy, savor, absorb every moment I have left, because seriously, I've never enjoyed my semester at SLUTGERZ more than I have now. Don't know what it is. :-*

A rant, and then some—

I woke up this morning laying on my stomach looking at the date. It's already March fucking 11. There's about twenty days left of March . . . which means there's 30 days left of April. What's the significance of my countdown? Well, my last day of classes is April 30th & then I start finals & then guess what!? I graduate college! Now, this countdown and these exclamation marks are not the product of excitement, achievement, and bliss—rather, they are the products of WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO AFTER GRADUATION!? Holy Hawaii (as a guy once said to me when he was hitting on me in NYC) I am not ready. I've realized I've been caught up in "requirements" the entire 4 years; science req., econ req., english req., everything that may be contributing to me "finishing" college, but not necessarily contributing to me figuring out what I'm doing "after" college. I've been quite a late fucking bloomer in academia (excuse my French in this post). I didn't pick my major(s) until the summer before my Junior year; that may seem like a decent time, especially since I never changed majors, but gave me less time to figure out the ample amount of THINGS (for the lack of a better word) that I need to and should know about economics, english, journalism, jobs, the real world, grad schools, GREs, hamana hamana.

The best part about me, however, is the fact that I am an INDECISIVE BALL OF BIMBO. Not only did I take forever to choose my major; I really have no fucking idea how in the world I even made my decision to choose Economics & English, maybe the fact that I couldn't pick one is a hint; but I'm still prancing around more things: journalism, corporate jobs, investments/small business plans, getting laid, okay that last one was just a joke or maybe a slip because I really don't need to prance around getting laid ;-). Anyways, I apologize for digressing. I'm just hoping that me being so "diverse" in my articles, majors & on my resume really HELPS ME THE FUCK OUT. Because God knows, I can't help myself nor can I make decisions for myself. God! Why didn't Rutgers offer me a decision-making class!? Ugh!

Okay, I think my rant is done now. I apologize to my reader(s), who I'm surprised has even stuck around till now, for my ridiculousness but you really don't know how fast time is going by for me and how that in turn has increased my hyperventilation. So, I'm going to leave you with some more misery; a video of a song that my cousin forwarded to me just a couple days ago, saying, "this is your life." LOLZ, she's so funny. -_____- It kinda is, but not really. Maybe only the chorus part, haha. Well, it's got a nice beat, some nice words, & idk, it just sounds good. And it's dedicated to my ex-boyfriend. Not the message of "asking why," like he does in the song, or even the feeling of "baby, you should've never left," that is present throughout the song. No, the only part of this song that I dedicate to my EX is the fact that it's about an EX and there's never anything good about an ex because guess what, YOU SUCK! :)

I'm not bitter at all . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

Day 8 of Master Cleanse: It's Almost Ovah!

Today's my 8th day on the MC and wow, I told myself time would go buy quickly and it sure did! It's really great how the only time I blogged was when I first started the MC and now when it's almost over. I'm really great you know, at keeping track of all the things I "try." Today I am super tired because I went to bed late & woke up early for my 8:30am class—really a pain in the ass. It seems that my body refuses to wake up until 645am & that really sucks. I don't know if it has to do with MC or not, but I do remember last week waking up early due to stomach cramps from the laxative tea. But then again, I had cramps the same time this morning as well, except I was just supposed to be up earlier.

On the Master Cleanse!

Day 2 of the Master Cleanse:

I started the MC yesterday and oh man, it hasn't been killing me — but it's killing me. Haha. Last time I did the MC was 2 years ago (April). Recapping ;; yesterday, I felt quite weak and at night, it was the worst—I couldn't go to sleep because of the headache from lack of food.

Today— It's been alllllright. I threw up most of my SWF (Salt Water Flush) and that made me super sad. But, I guess I shouldn't have chugged most of it either. It's absolutely horrific. I hate it. The first 3 days are supposed to be painful, your body is trying to realize that yes, you're not feeding me Jerk.

Nevertheless, I've felt stronger to "continue," but oh my, the cravings I've gotten. Well, let me make a list of delicious foods I've gotten cravings of:

• Chocolate!! Oh my.


• Cupcakes, cupcakes, and uh, more cupcakes (thanks to How I Met Your Mother).


• Fish, chicken, turkey.


• Coffee! Ugh!


• Sandwiches!

Can't wait till I feel more confident about the diet, hopefully after the 5th day. Excited to cleanse my body & feel better. It's been a tough couple of months & I know I need this.

Xoxo,

Nadia

Visitors Outside New Hope Share Whitney Memories

People of all ages were paying their respects to Whitney Houston outside New Hope Baptist Church in her hometown Newark, New Jersey on Thursday, February 16th.  It was a gloomy, rainy morning and the fence outside the church was no longer visible due to the plethora of flowers, balloons, pictures of Houston and posters covered with messages and signatures. Despite the melancholic mood, viewers outside New Hope shared why they were there and their personal stories.



“She was a legend,” said 27-year-old Peter, who moved to Newark three years ago from Miami. “I just came to pay my respects and see and read what other fans did. People really loved her. Back then, I never would have thought I was going to come to Newark and so was she. There is no denying—she was a legend” he repeated.

Happy Birthday Bob

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our mind.” 

Reggae king Robert Nesta Marley, better known as Bob Marley, would have been 67 years old on Monday, February 6th. He was the first Jamaican superstar who gave hope to the thousands living in poverty and oppression and preached through his ska, rocksteady and reggae music.

Songs like “One Love,” “No Woman, No Cry,” “I Shot the Sheriff,” “Exodus,” “Zimbabwe,” and “No More Trouble” allowed not only the people of Africa to move to positive vibrations, but people of all continents.

Born to a white father and a black mother, he criticized the corruption of the masses and urged freedom from mental slavery, while reminding many to live with love and peace. He constantly emphasized the abolishment of racism and hate, stating “Me don’t dip on the black man’s side nor the white man’s side. Me dip on God’s side.” Marley was a not only a musical voice but also a political voice that criticized social injustices. Because of his involvement in politics, there was an attempted assassin in 1976 before his “Smile Concert” in Kingston, Jamaica.

With the melodies of Peter Tosh and Bunny Wailer, the early Bob Marley & The Wailers set the stage to revolutionize reggae music that seeped everywhere, despite cultural and social boundaries, and hit the right notes on what people of the world were feeling. Marley’s music was something (and is still something) that everyone can listen to.

A common misconception is that reggae music equals marijuana music. Granted, it does have some “mellow” instruments, but nevertheless every facet of Marley’s music has a different tune and beat that works for every feeling. “Get Up, Stand Up” calls for rising to claim your rights, “Is This Love” playfully expresses the blissful feelings of those in love, “Easy Skanking,” and “Punky Reggae Party” let’s you move to the bass in any environment.

While it may be difficult to pick out a favorite, “Redemption Song” is one that is highly cherished by all Marley fans. Marley was a great singer and musician for sure —but he was a greater songwriter. “Redemption Song,” written in 1979 when he was already diagnosed with cancer, is an acoustic that expresses the painful confrontation with morality, reminding one that “nothing can stop a good time,” and immortalizes Marley with Marcus Garvey’s quote, “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our mind.”

Since his passing on May 11th in 1981 at the young age of 36, Marley’s legacy has been cherished throughout the world. His music has influenced many greats after him: UB40, Eric Clapton, U2, and Sublime. He was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994, Time Magazine named Exodus Album of the Century in December 1999 and “One Love” was titled Song of the Millennium by BBC. In 2001, he was given The Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and was the 2,171st star added to the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Bob Marley’s music has lived with us for fifty years now and we know there are many more left. Happy Birthday, Bob.

Marley’s Top 10 for V-Day:
Change up the mood with some of Bob’s best 

1. Stir It Up


2. Is This Love


3. Satisfy My Soul


4. Turn Your Lights Down Low


5. Mellow Mood


6. Waiting In Vain


7. No Woman, No Cry


8. Soul Shakedown Party


9. Could You Be Loved


10. One Love

London 2012 (January & July)

[caption id="attachment_338" align="aligncenter" width="395"] I picked up.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_340" align="aligncenter" width="519"] London Dungeons[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_341" align="aligncenter" width="455"] You don't think I look cute, mate?[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_342" align="aligncenter" width="426"] Central London after watching the (American) play, "The Wizard of Oz" for the first time in mi vida.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_390" align="aligncenter" width="411"] The Tube![/caption]

 

[caption id="attachment_392" align="aligncenter" width="390"] My cousin, Seema, and I[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_394" align="aligncenter" width="463"] Kilkenny's! (a bar in Newark, NJ).[/caption]

 

'Ello London

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="280"] Lemme get on dat Big Ben![/caption]

This is my 4th day in London and no, I haven't had fish & chips yet.  I've been to the UK before, can't count the times anymore, I would have to check my passport for that, but I've returned after a good 7 years. I'm older, wiser, and a lot more curious.  That's why this trip has been full of relaxation, hot food, warm tea/coffee, and chatting up with family. But I have been curious to check out some "underground" British things to do ... You know, those things that the English do here. So, tomorrow I'm going to central London, visiting a tourist attraction called "London's Dungeons," and catching a play tomorrow night, the famous (American) Wizard of Oz. Will take lots of pictures!

As you can tell, I have some time on my hands, that's why my blogging (not that blogging is for the bored), but for me, it's been difficult to blog amongst deadlines and schoolwork. But, one of my several 2012 resolutions is to BLOG MORE, so I can keep up with my writing and have truly find my "niche" (how cliche). Anyhow, I'm missing my 1st week of classes for this relaxation. Because truthfully, I've recently needed it. My winter break after Fall '11 semester has been quite busy ... a two-week, intensive online class & other issues. While this isn't the greatest way the begin my final semester @ RU, in order for me to go strong until May '12 for graduation, I needed a BREAK. Plus, the States was really KILLIN' me. Aside from a ton of schoolwork and family issues, I have been going through quite a harsh breakup. And let me tell you, RELATIONSHIPS ARE RIDICULOUS. But, that's for a different post & a different day.

see ya blokes, xo

Monday Night Party

Nice to say, I will be attending this Monday night for my internship with Inked Magazine. I haven't been able to go to any because I used to have a night class every Monday, but before I depart to London, a hidden club under a sports bar (Stash) sounds just about sweet!

One Year and One day later

Today I met up with a longtime elementary school friend and caught up on the six years of life that we have gone through without one another. Of course, we left one another a facebook comment here and there, met twice during 4 years of highschool, but now that we're in our senior year of college and that I've moved back into the same house I lived in 8 years ago, we had quite a lot to catch up on.

But, I simply cannot reveal all the great things we discussed during our meeting at a packed Starbucks shop, but what I can say is that later that evening (well, around the early hours of the morning, 1:40am), my friend sent me a text saying, "You should start a blog! [...]"

I already have one! Which, UNFORTUNATELY, I've posted to TWICE. Blogging has been on my mind this entire week, not for meditative purposes, but for graduate-school purposes (yes, condemn me now please). I've decided that if I want to impress those who will accept me & enhance my resume, transcript, personality, and charm, then I must start doing some additional writing on the side. And how wonderful, I have returned to Wordpress an ENTIRE YEAR AND DAY LATER. I truly believe it's a sign.

This year and a day off has had some good come from it though. I have been doing a ton of writing (newspaper, internship with Inked Mag., essays, etc) since then. I'm still trying to figure out what I write BEST, but I think I'm going to finally start getting Nadia's Niche out and about!

Next blog will be coming up BEFORE departing to London on Friday the 13th and will discuss the humourous connections of arranged marriages (oh my god Indians!) and online dating, thanks to my great friend who I caught up with earlier yesterday (haha).

 

See ya soon! xoxo, Nadia.

One Year and One day later

  Today I met up with a longtime elementary school friend and caught up on the six years of life that we have gone through without one another. Of course, we left one another a facebook comment here and there, met twice during 4 years of highschool, but now that we're in our senior year of college and that I've moved back into the same house I lived in 8 years ago, we had quite a lot to catch up on.

But, I simply cannot discuss all the great things we discussed during our meeting at a packed Starbucks shop, but what I can say discuss is that later that evening (well, around the early hours of the morning, 1:40am), my friend sent me a text saying, "You should start a blog [...]"

I already have one! Which, UNFORTUNATELY, I've posted to TWICE. Blogging has been on my mind this entire week, not for meditative purposes, but for graduate-school purposes (yes, condemn me now please). I've decided that if I want to impress those who will accept me & enhance my resume, transcript, personality, and charm, then I must start doing some additional writing on the side. And how wonderful, I have returned to Wordpress an ENTIRE YEAR AND DAY LATER. I truly believe it's a sign.

This year and a day off has had some good come from it though. I have been doing a ton of writing (newspaper, internship with Inked Mag., essays, etc) since then. I'm still trying to figure out what I write BEST, but I think I'm going to finally start getting Nadia's Niche out and about!

Next blog will be coming up BEFORE to depart to London on Friday the 13th and will discuss the humourous connections of arranged marriages (oh my god Indians!) and online dating, thanks to my great friend who I caught up with earlier yesterday (haha).

 

See ya soon! xoxo, Nadia.