The way to go!

Long distance

You over that ocean
You come home
You came home this morning
You left your shoes by the door
You woke me up in the middle of the night
You sang to me in every plight
For you never crossed that ocean
You never left
You’re alive in every thought
You’re at home in every way


When/ If you ever leave my body…

Even when you’re happy it hurts.

Even when you laugh it hurts.

The worst kind of hurt is knowing that even if he changes, you won’t reconsider because it hurts. 

the hurt becomes normal and you go on living as though all you could remember feeling is desolation. 

Consciously trying to pass every moment without a thought of him. 

It is over. But will THIS ever be over? 

I am proud of my democracy.

On Monday, it was declared a National Holiday in my country. The reason being :National Elections. It was a big day for me since it was the first time that I could vote.

During the weeks leading up to elections, I followed the campaigns and talked alot with my friends and family about their choices and opinions. However, I didn’t decide on which candidate I was supporting until I walked into the booth and was actually about to “vote”.

This is what happened:

I stepped into my booth with my ballot paper and I just stood there contemplating all the parties. The feeling I had deep in my stomach was one of change, like somehow my vote would change the world. It was quite a ‘high’ for me. It reminded me of the time I was on a debate team and my teammates and I were awaiting the results. We just sat there with everyone staring at us, anticipation in the room building up. Pulse rising. Palms sweating. Then in one moment, you just know what is it that had achieved [this is was me voting] then after, the feeling just plummets into mild schizophrenia. Of course, I waited until I got out of the polling station, after I ran all the way home, THEN finally I jumped everywhere and celebrated. I, ME , YO, THIS GIRL STANDING RIGHT HERE, JUST VOTED for SOMETHING I BELIEVED IN !!!

I couldn’t be prouder.

The reason I’m writing about this is because:

1.  I know that some countries do not have a  government that was elected through a democratic process. I felt it was a privilege for me to live in a country where there is a democratic process of electing a government.

2.  Even though some people are living in countries where they can elect their government, they abstain from the polls. This saddens me because as a woman, think about how far women have come in this world. We had to fight for that right. It is a RIGHT! Exercise this right! 

Big things start in little ways. [I think that’s how the maxim goes! ]


The things I do when I procrastinate.



I have always found it very hard to stay focused on studying. However, recently this battle has somehow become even harder! Every night, I go to bed repeating the same mantra “I will do work tomorrow.” Then tomorrow comes and I do random pointless shit all day.
Schraw, Wadkins, and Olafson have proposed three criteria for a behavior to be classified as procrastination: it must be counterproductive, needless, and delaying.

These are some of the things I do when I procrastinate.

1. Facebook
Facebook is the biggest pain in the ass. Sometimes when I think about the amount of time I’m on facebook, I start to think that this social networking thing is part of some big conspiracy to hypnotize people into being so dumb. You know, its like those baby shows where when your baby watches it, they just stare in to oblivion in the tv’s direction. Facebook is like my ‘baby tv’. You know how when you’re home all day and you’re bored and hungry so you open the fridge a million times but never take anything out to eat. Facebook has the same effect, you just go there all the time but you never do anything but look at what you’ve just looked at. HOW DUMB OF US? I get so mad at myself sometimes. SO SO MAD!

2. Angry Birds
When I start to play angry birds, all signs of work end there. Angry birds is thee most addictive game ever! ever! Those little green things just make me just wanna keep on killing them when they make that stupid little annoying noise! They guy who invented angry birds must be predddyyy happy with himself!

3. Painting my nails.
I paint my nails everyday because everyday I wash dishes and somehow I manage to get the nail polish off. When the nail polish looks untidy, I just HAVE HAVE TO fix it. Enough said.

4. Texting
I text all day on whatsapp. Sometimes, I don’t even realise it’s been 3 hours since I’ve been texting random shit to people. Eventually I just stop replying to everyone when I get bored.

5. Reading articles, blogs and the news.
Everyday, I have to read the news and new articles and new blogs. Then I spend alot of time just thinking about it and watching videos on stuff I just read. And eventually OH SHIT ITS 6PM ALREADY!

In conclusion, I have no self discipline.

I don’t know what I want but I know what I don’t want.

If you’re looking at my page, I guess you must be bored or procrastinating. Procrastination is a big thing these days with all the distractions like blogging! So here I am, guilty as charged!

For my first post, I wanted to write something about myself but I’ve written so many things and deleted them. The main reason being that I don’t see how I could give an opinion about myself. I can probably say how I feel about the person I am but I nor anyone for that matter could tell the absolute truth about himself/herself.

A secondary reason would be that I feel extremely shy to introduce myself in a certain way. What would people think if i thought that I was smart? or beautiful? or talented? Surely it’d be the most self-centered piece ever! I rather give you a virtual smile here and say a plain “hello” and leave being totally mysterious.

Moving on. Like most people I don’t know who I am. But I know who I’m not. I’m definitely not a good writer. I am afraid to voice my opinions. I’m starting this blog to work on all those things and to improve my writing skills. Someday I want to become a lawyer and well I’m having a lot of trouble explaining myself on paper.

I hereby give all you readers permission to bash me with your critique!

Note: I just re-read this bit and realized that I’ve said much about myself. The whole thing is a contradiction. Forgive me, I’m just as confused as the rest of the world.