if you are anything like me, then you'll know the excitement and anticipation that came with your eighteenth birthday. you know all that i-am-going-to-be-an-adult-and-i-can-do-whatever-i-please kind of thought. and if your life is anything like mine, you must have come to a rude awakening when you realized growing up and being adult is the worst thing … Continue reading why i love this phase of my life
some will tell you... nourish your mind speak fluent English read avidly be good at something have stuff that keeps you busy walk gracefully hold your head high maintain eye contact say something witty pay for your meals don't drink yourself silly and others still... lose a little weight tone that skin paint those lips … Continue reading this life…the feminine way…
so before you guys get all judgmental, i am going to defend myself, or this post. first, i am posting something emotional for a change. second, i love Jason walker. which is strange, because i don't even know how he looks like, which is more strange, because there is Google. but most importantly, this song … Continue reading cry..
Now, i am not much of a football fan. Admittedly, i know more than the average girl knows about football. But when it comes to the World Cup, i am with the other girls, it just doesn't tickle my fancy. I can hardly wait for this madness to be over. and yes, i said madness. … Continue reading BRAZIL Vs. GERMANY; THE GAME IT WASN’T; THE MEMORIES IT TRIGGERED….
Days like these feel wreckedExpectations not metHopes crushedEyes welling upStaring up at pregnant cloudsImpatient to birth their share of anguishRegardless of the raining anger inside.Days like these feel stupidThe voices of reason we ignoredThe jerks we hoped would keep their wordThe fantasies that kept us awakeDreams we knew wouldn’t come trueTired eyesIs it sleep or … Continue reading Days like these
taxi driver be my shrink for the hour leave the meter running its rush hour so take the streets if you wanna just outrun the demons, could you? he said Allah Hu Akbar i told him dont curse me but boy you need prayer i guess it couldnt hurt me if it brings me to … Continue reading Bad Religion
We speak in hushed voices So as not wake our memories Of the people we’ve become And the virtues we’ve lost Whispers of the roads not taken Regrets of the ones travelled Ghosts of the lives we’ve destroyed. We tread in caution Dreadfully avoiding previous paths Fearfully calculating our every move Forging into an unknown … Continue reading who we are