June 2013
When I’m trying to run away from something in my life: I’ll log onto tumblr, search a random tag, find someone who blogs about their life, and get lost in them.
Once I’ve exhausted a blog, I’ll just look in the notes of a post and find someone else.
This never makes me feel any better - worse actually. But I go on doing it anyway.
“Be good to others and live out life with the goodness of your heart. Don’t worry about how someone might perceive something you do, if all you are doing is striving to pursue your happiness and live out your dreams. Of course, keep this within the bounds of morality and sound judgment, and know that it is better for you to worry about the Judgment of the Creator than it is for you to worry about the judgment of the creation. Live your life to spread good and forbid evil, and focus on pleasing the Creator by doing your best to take care of His Creation. You may get ridiculed, you may be shunned, but what hero have you known that was always accepted by his/her people? You will never be accepted by everyone. There are too many varieties of people for that to be possible. Instead, spread happiness and search for the good in people. And even if you don’t get noticed or credited, know in your heart that you’re a hero.”
—Nadir Keval (via nadirkeval)
- *slytherin wins house cup*
- dumbledore: i don't think so
- dumbledore: five hundred points to gryffindor for being fabulous
Accepted my offer of admission to pharm today. Four years, here I come! :D
P.S - I faxed it so it was also the first time I’ve ever faxed something haha. Learning new things every day!
Play
I absolutely LOVE small foreign films.
Watching a movie who’s budget is sky high and that shows normal, contemporary, North American culture or fantasy is fun - don’t get me wrong. But there is a certain magic in films from industries much smaller, who’s budgets are not as high (I have a huge soft spot for Thai films)
They tend to show the harsh realities of their societies, in such a beautiful and simple way.
I sing. A lot.
Like every minute, of every hour, of every day,
My head is filled with lyrics and when someone says a phrase that is also in a song, I’m like a wind up toy who just HAS to sing.
Keeping it REAL.
I’ve been going through my own blog for the past few days trying to soak in how much I’ve struggled to get to where I am, and how much I’ve been through - emotionally and physically - for the past two years (lots of nostalgic feels)
After going through it, I’ve realized I’m either super serious, praying for the world, or moping about my feelings. All of that is great because those are aspects of me BUT….
My blog has been deprived of a huge part of me: how silly, dirty, childlike and carefree I can be. I sound so mature on this blog but I assure you, if you ever meet me in person, I am just as immature as I am mature.
The thing is, you need to know how to be what and when. Certain situations are for your silly, immature, sexual-joke-making side; whereas others are for your more serious and sophisticated self.
For my blog to accurately represent me, I’ve decided to give myself a place to rant about pointless things, or list off weird things I do - that I hope others do too.
So, Welcome to: I’m Weird Too A.K.A - REAL TALKZ
P.S. - That link on “real talkz” links to Urban Dictionary if you don’t understand the connotation behind the term. I’m referring to definition number 2. :)
“I’m full of love, and nobody wants it.”
—Dylan Klebold
(story of my life)
Cloud 9
When you’ve been so focused on achieving something, it kinda feels weird after you’ve achieved it (a good weird). I’ve always felt this foreboding feeling every time I achieved something - knowing the fight wasn’t over. There was still more.
But this time it isn’t like that at all.
I feel so relieved and elevated, alhumdulilah.
I can’t tell you how useless I felt for the past month. I know it’s stupid, but i was so worried that I wouldn’t get in; that I would have to figure out other ways to move about my future. That I would, God-forbid, consider leaving Toronto. Leaving my home, my family, my friends, everything I’ve spent every fiber of my soul building.
I was so afraid.
