Where do I even start? Life is not favoring me lately. I honestly don’t have the energy to be depressed anymore. I spend most of my time daydreaming of what could have been. I’m starting to think my greatest weakness is feeling sorry for people. I sacrifice my happiness for those who don’t even care about me. To a point where that’s all I do, trying to make people happy because I don’t know how to be happy myself.


I honestly can’t wait to graduate and get away from all this negativity. Start a fresh, and just STOP FEELING SORRY FOR PEOPLE, before it becomes the end of me.


I’ve been reading this book about JFK. He was such an intellectual. I honestly wish I had the chance to meet him. I’m sure I would have learned so much from him.


I think its time I bid these series farewell. In all truth, they are a distraction. They don’t do me any good. Besides, I’m starting to lose interest in most of them. Indulging myself in books is the way forward. Plus it increases my vocabulary.


I have homework to do




school has been going pretty well, Alhamdulillah :’)

I pray Allah makes it easy for me, and that I pass with flying colors.

Ive been indulging myself in quite a few documentaries. I love history, I love intellectuals.


all roads lead to britain

all roads lead to britain

I can’t wait to head to Edinburgh with Azielia :’)

I MISS HER A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT, I honestly wish I met her during my first semester there. Perhaps I would still be in UIA now. But it quite alright, Insha Allah we’ll meet again in the land of the Brits, and start another chapter of our lives together :)

She is one of those few people who really understand me. We clicked instantly; I think it was our love for THE UNION JACK and probably the fact that we were both mac users that brought us together.

The odds have favored thee with Azielia <3
In the words of Aristotle ‘’ friendship is only possible between two virtuous people.’’

I’m starting school tomorrow; I think my emotions towards it are starting to change. I need a positive outlook of it all. Perhaps it wont be as bad as I’ve been imagining these past couple of months. Our mind has great power over us, so if I think positively things might turn out alright.

finally cracking the shell

I think, I’m tired of being so sad and down most of the time. Its time I break that shell that I’ve been hiding in for such a long time. I want so much out of life, I want to do great things, and I want to be recognized to a point where I no longer have to introduce myself. I certainly wont achieve that if I spend all my life being reclusive. Its just that a times I find myself in certain situations where I don’t want to do anything nor do I want to be anything, I just feel dumb.

But no more! This has to stop, I WANT TO BE HAPPY.  I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.

I won’t let people make me scared to do things I love; I wont let them make me afraid of their comments anymore.

I will always make reference to one of my favorite books y Shakespeare; THE TWELFTH NIGHT






John Lennon once said ‘’ When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote ‘’HAPPY’’ they told me I didn’t understand the assignment. I told them they didn’t understand life.

Lennon’s mother was right. HAPPINESS is the key to life. How can we truly be alive if we live in misery and sadness? How can we truly feel and experience all the good things life has to offer.

When I was 5 years old, I was the happiest kid!

We all have different definitions of happiness. The dictionary might define happiness as:

  1. A state of well-being and contentment: joy
  2. A pleasurable or satisfying experience

But to me happiness was travelling with baba, walking down the pasty shops, showing him my drawings. It was always baba. I guess it was only natural for me to grow up and like most of the things he did and study the same thing as him. I do like political science, VERY MUCH. I am studying it because as much as people think otherwise, I am intruiged by the whole concept of governance. I pray that I may excel in my academic endeavors and make a fine political scientist like my dad.

I still don’t know what exactly it is that I want to go with my life. But if the case maybe, perhaps I may become an ambassador and perhaps someday, someone will come looking for ambassador Wali, they would have to ask ‘’the father or the daughter’’. That would be a great part of my life accomplished.

My parents have always been there and supported me from day one. To mama for always believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. And to my father for always encouraging me to do everything to the best of my ability.


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For starters chicken soup. Very salty, not as good as the vegetable soup a few days ago, and nowhere near as good as the excellent chicken soup at Nicolas Tavern.

Grilled salmon with twice baked potatoes.

The grilled salmon was excellent. The twice baked potatoes are baked in the oven, stuffed, then baked again.

The vegetables a few days ago were not very good. Asked was it possible to have a side salad instead. The side salad very poor, greenery with a handful of half cherry tomatoes. Very poor compared with side salad at Nicolas Tavern.

Pleasant desert. The plate coated with ground coffee.

Marcello’s, on main street centre of Protaras, outside Sunrise Beach Hotel, is great on a warm evening. On a cool evening with a strong wind blowning, as tonight, not so good.

They are contemplating outside heaters. This would be a disaster. It is insanity…

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