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HE IS MY FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND. In case anyone gets the wrong idea. I just think his dress sense’s snappy. I love guys that have just the right balance in ‘formal’ dressing, especially with funky details like the cuffs of his sleeves – its paisley print in punked out brown (under the dim lights, that [...]

I believe in sleeping in late on a deserving day – whether you think you deserve it or not, is entirely up to you.
I believe in seeing ourselves reflected from characters in the movies. I believe in taking some time to wallow.
I believe in taking a deep breath. I believe in long [...]

Let’s talk about stress.
It is defined as a ratio of force per area.
Stress is when your muscles clench up, usually between your shoulder blades. It also applies to when you pronounce a word even longer and more defined than normal, more often than not to imply that the situation is serious.
In everyday life, you stress [...]

I don’t know why, but I always associate Internet as one of the bad guys.
When something bad happens to me, the first thing I feel like blaming is the Internet. Which is freaky and unheard of, but it’s true.
The first time it happened, I broke up with my boyfriend. I came back home and deleted [...]

What can be said about Eid that is not wonderful? I believe in family ties and unbroken bonds. I believe in sisterhood, cousins, late dinners, kids and positive family get-togethers.
It is nearly three a.m in the morning. The witching hour is about to start. I’m back in the uni, with a different family, just [...]

This time words do not become their magnificent best. She is sleeping on the bed, white fluffy pillows drowning her head in. You walk in the room, loosening your tie slowly. A smile creeps into the corner of your mouth. The room is bathed in typical industrial yellowish sepia hue – surrounds her sleeping profile [...]

The highway bleeds the scent of vanilla. Eagles free-dive underwater and create music videos. Words in books make sounds when we flip through pages. Trees shed green tears, fish skittered through bonfire piles.
We scream romantic. We lap at condolences sprayed to the wall – glitter tears and purple fears. The angels loathe us. [...]