Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks

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After studying it in A Level Psychology, I almost completely believe that I suffer (mildly, maybe) from Social Anxiety.

No, I do not find it particularly difficult to walk down the street because I feel that people are watching me from their windows.

However, when I need to speak in front of a somewhat large group, especially if I don’t know the people very well, my palms do get sweaty and I fear the person next to me might hear my heart pounding. This is actually weird because I had always liked debating as a child, and I am very social. Go on my Facebook; you’ll know I’m telling the truth then.

Something happened when I was growing up. Puberty, maybe. Always blame puberty.

Want to know something funny?

I shy away from public speaking, yet I chose Law as my possible career choice.

Yes, Law. One of those professions that NEEDS you to talk in front of random people, a career that DEMANDS for you be a smooth-talking charmer who connects with everyone in the courtroom, simultaneously making them feel like they are the only one there.

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And then there’s me; i.e someone who starts speaking in another language mid-sentence when addressing a crowd (the curse of speaking more than one language).

What was I thinking? I wasn’t, obviously.  Or maybe I just had faith that I will conquer my irrational fear. Yes, I like that word, conquer.

I guess I have to force myself to sign-up for the Mooting sessions or whatever we’ll supposedly have, in near future. Even though just thinking about it has me breaking out in a rash..

Lo and Behold; The Weekend Is Here!

You know how I previously said that after a whole year of having fun, I can’t wait to hit the books? Okay so I didn’t exactly mention it here, but I did keep on gloating about my wonderful year off to everyone I met on the streets; “Oh hello. Crossing the street, are we? Well let me quickly tell you about my ah-mazing year before the red Honda runs us over.”

I cannot tell you how much I was looking forward to having my blood sucked out by insanely-hectic university courses. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Or stupid.

I have had a perfectly normal week as a Law student, and I am tired. In case you don’t understand fully, let me make my feelings more clear.

I AM WEEPING WITH EXHAUSTION AND I WANT TO HIBERNATE FOREVER AND I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK AND I DON’T WANT TO BECOME AN EDUCATED INDIVIDUAL BUT HAVE A STUPID, HAPPY, EASY LIFE.

That feels better.

I know that everyone loves the weekend, but little did I know that I will be welcoming the weekend on my knees with gratitude and with tears of joy.

After returning home from university and hitting the pillow for a glorious afternoon nap, I woke up frowning (no, I don’t have a mirror on my ceiling, could tell from flexed face muscles) only to realize that I dreamed about my law classes. Damn you, corrupt system of my country that made me realize I want to study the law! I want to dream of fairies again. Goodbye, innocence.

Also, I don’t want to think about my newly changed timetable (for about the 100th time) where Saturdays will also be on for classes. Quick, let’s talk about pleasant things before I reach for the switch blade.

YEAH SO. The weekend.

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I have decided to treat myself to tons of trans fat tonight. Healthy eating habits are now for the helldays (aka weekdays) only. I am going to get a takeaway of about, umm, 10000 calories, accompanied with lots of chocolate and MAYBE some coca-cola. Depends on how much sugar I need. I also have a DVD copy of The Great Gatsby waiting for me. It will be so much fun watching the famous Gatsby parties where women will be in gorgeous gowns and jewels, and the men in sharp suits, while I sit in my most comfiest, snuggest pajama’s, stuffing my mouth with crisps.

Fun.

Right, so I am off rushing to organize my Great Night In. I hope you all have a great weekend and now that you know what I plan to do on my weekend, I would love to know how you spent yours.

Adios.

Did you say I’m a writer… How did that happen?

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I still can’t believe I have actually started a blog where I write. Regularly.

I have never considered myself much of a writer; if there’s a piece that needs to be read, however, I’m your girl. Yes I loved writing essays in school (nerd alert) and I am always correcting grammatical errors when I am talking to people (silently now, after a lot of ‘dagger-shooting looks’), but does that mean I should be a writer?

I did think about blogging in the past, but never actually pursued the idea because I didn’t know what to write about and, well, I didn’t know who would want to read what I had to say. My hesitance about writing changed when I started keep a personal diary for instances when I couldn’t punch the pillow anymore or had nowhere to vent. Although that diary was mostly filled with frustrated entries (I use past tense here because I tore out all the negative entries in the hope of a fresh start), it made me realize how good writing actually makes me feel. No, it’s true.

When I blog, I feel wonderful knowing that my voice reaches different people all over, even if the stuff I’m saying might be gibberish to some. My blog’s not solely about fashion, or about food, or about worldly issues. It’s a mix, a salad of reviews, pictures, my opinion of different matters just daily ramblings.  As much as I am shocked at my current status of a blogger (who writes, yes!), I can’t imagine ‘un-blogging’ now. Being a writer is part of me, part of who I am.

And for those of you who actually take time out to read my words, you should know that you make a girl somewhere in the world happy, so thank you.

To fellow writers/bloggers out there, I would love to know why you write, so don’t be shy to share your story.

Who doesn’t love birthdays?

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On September 3rd this year, it was an end of an era for me. Well, almost.

I am no longer a teenager; God that still feels weird to say out loud (or write, in this case).

I have grown up. No more excuses. This is it.

Alright, so I admit I am dealing with PBSD (Post Birthday Stress Disorder) and thus the result is a melodramatic blog post. Sorry, dear readers!

That being said, let me assure you my birthday was fantastic. I hosted a huge dinner with lots of people who brought lots of lovely gifts and we ate lots of delicious cake. Yet, something was felt odd; it wasn’t sadness I felt, not exactly, but it was a feeling of letting go of something wonderful, something extremely precious.

I don’t know about you, but ever since I was a child I have always wished to grow older. I remember I  couldn’t WAIT for my 18th birthday and yet, as the day came, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel older or wiser. This time, though, I was half-dreading my 20th. Not so much because of the fear of getting older, but because I had been a teenage for 7 years and I couldn’t imagine not being one. Yes, I heard you mumble that everyone goes through this. But hey, I am going to tell you how I felt on MY 20th birthday, so you better listen up!

As the clock struck midnight (again the melodrama) and I began receiving birthday wishes, I was too excited to feel anything. However when I lay down to sleep after a few hours, I felt ,and I kid you not, like an almost electric vibe passing through my body. No, aliens weren’t trying to abduct me but there was SOMETHING. This time, I could feel the change, and I could tell it was luckier, a happier change. I am ready to let go of the not-so-pleasant experiences from the past and start my life’s wonderful 20th year.

There, I said what I had to say. Until next time.

Z.

P.S given that I mentioned my lovely birthday presents, I might put up a post soon displaying some of the best ones!

A chance to relive my excited moment once again..

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I know I recently posted about The Liebster Award, but thanks to dear Katie who re-nominated for the award, I get to answer 10 fun questions about myself again! 

So without further ado, let get this show on the road.

Q#1: What did you dream about last night?

A: I am someone who dreams every single night. I have vivid, amazing dreams. Last night I dreamt about  the sister of an old  friend, whom I haven’t been in touch with for quite a few days now. 


Q#2: What are your thoughts on the existence of extraterrestrial life?

A: I must admit I am not big on science, which is why my knowledge on the subject on the probability of extraterrestrial life is quite limited. However, I find it very thrilling to imagine that there might be life on other planets. To presume that we’re the only planet that’s breathing is a bit arrogant, don’t you think?

Q#3: Where is your favorite place in the world?

A: I am so glad for this question. My family and I have somewhat recently moved to a new city, much to my dismay, and I miss my previous home town very much. Although it isn’t my birth city, I have the best and most precious moments, even sad ones, attached to the city. So Karachi, Pakistan is my most favorite place in the world, and always will be. 

Q#4: What is your favorite fruit?

A: I love kiwis, peaches and oranges. Most favorite would have to be oranges, I guess.

Q#5: What do you hate the most?

A: I hate hypocrisy. It’s something completely unbearable to me. I also hate rats.

Q#6: Are you a good cook?

A: I wish! I guess I am not patient enough to cook. I can’t imagine how can people spend hours in the kitchen preparing a mean that takes minutes to finish. But I am glad they do, because this way I have tons of yummy food to savor!

Q#7: What is your favorite quote?

A: Without a doubt, it’s one by Oscar Wilde. “To love yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

Q#8: Which 5 people would you choose to have a meal with?

A: The entire cast of Friends. I know, they’re six. But I’m sure you guys understand.

Q#9: If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would you be and why?

A: God. Umm..as I said in my previous post, I am not big on animals. However, my father always says I remind him of a Persian cat, because apparently I am lazy, demanding and always seem to have something up my sleeve. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

Q#10: What are you looking forward to?

A: My birthday! It falls on September 3rd, and I have less than a week left! So excited! 

Once again, thanks Katie for nominating me!

And now for the *drum-roll* Liebster Award!

Greetings dear reader!

As you can probably tell from my exclamation marks (and other grammatical tools) I am quite excited today. Why? Because a dear blogger Raiha, who blogs at http://livinginpak.wordpress.com/ nominated me for my very first award.

Right, so it might not be the Oscars and I probably won’t have to wear a extravagant evening gown, it’s still pretty exciting in the world of blogging, for a newbie like me.

Moving on, I have to answer 10 questions as asked by my the person who nominated me, then select about 10 bloggers with less than 200 followers (as the point of this award is to boost the popularity of the blog), and finally compose my own 10 questions for my nominees.

Let’s get started!

Q#1: Whose baby are you? Mom’s or Dad’s?

A: I’ve always been a daddy’s girl.

Q#2: Do you like children, babies, more specifically?

A: I have sort of a mixed opinion towards children. I obviously find them adorable, but I have to admit after a few hours, I’m devising plots to get them to leave/or get away myself. As for babies, they are cute, yes, but I am reluctant to have any sort of bodily contact with them (like hold them) because I fear I might break them. Yes, break them.

Q#3: Are you a cat or a dog person?

A: None, I am afraid. I am more of a panda, or a white tiger, person.  I am scared of every animal. Every. Even puppies and kittens. Which is why we only had/have pets that live in a confined space, like fish. However, if I were to ever get over my fear of furry bodies touching me, I would love to keep either a panda or a tiger (white, preferably) as a pet.

Q#4: Where do you think a woman’s place is? The office or the kitchen?

A: A woman’s place is whichever she wants it to be. The office, the kitchen, the army. As long as she has the freedom to make her own choice, it doesn’t matter.

Q#5: Are you the first, middle, last or the only child?

A: I am the older of  2 children. I only have a younger brother, who is 2 years and 2 months younger to me.

Q#6: Do you exercise?

A: If I had to lie in a question, it would probably be this one. *laughs.* I don’t exercise regularly (or barely at all, whispers the voice in my head). But I swear, I intend to everyday.

Q#7: What’s worse, resisting chocolate or gaining a few pounds?

A: If I could, I would insert chocolate in my veins. Sorry for the graphic imagery. But chocolate is life. So definitely, resisting chocolate is far worse.

Q#8: Would you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

A: I have never really known the answer to this question. I love to go out with friends, I love dining out, I love hosting and attending parties. But I am also shy at the beginning, and there are days I love being alone and just want to stay holed up in my room with a good book. But I guess, I would call myself an extrovert.

Q#9: Do you like to read?

A: Yes, I love to read. I can’t imagine a life without books. I think a person who doesn’t read is quite unfortunate. I started reading from a very young age, courtesy to my father, and altogether we have so many books in our house that one time when we were moving homes, one of the movers asked my dad if we owned a bookshop. Seriously.

Q#10: What genre of music do you like  the most?

A: Like the average person, I love music. I don’t think there’s a specific genre or type that is my favorite, but I guess songs by Coldplay are usually my favorites. Oh and although I am somewhat new to Dubstep/Trance, I am becoming a huge fan!

And so we are done! Now, I have to nominate other blogs for the same award. Since I am very new to the blogging world, I don’t follow 10 blogs that have less than 200 followers, therefore I am going to nominate these 3 blogs:

My ten questions for my nominees are:

  1. How did you step into the world of blogging?
  2. What is your most loved possession?
  3. When is your birthday?
  4. How important is fashion to you?
  5. Are you a follower or a leader?
  6. What makes you happy?
  7. Tell us one of your phobias
  8. Favorite horror movie ever?
  9. Going to the cinemas alone: Yay or nay?
  10. Tell us a random fact about yourself.

My nominees have to nominate 10 other bloggers for the same award, and have to notify them about your nominations.

Hope you guys have as much fun as I did!