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The Comeback

I think this hiatus has lasted long enough.

I’m pretty confident I’ve lost my audience but I feel it’s time to make a comeback. I’ve actually been thinking about this for a very long time; I’ve written a dozen posts only to hesitate and wait till the next day and then dismiss it as rubbish or too “personal”.

It reminds me of the way I used to be at the start of my blogging experience. The only way I got over it was to write everyday… so that’s what I’m going to do now.

This post is my 30 day pledge to write at least one post a day- no matter how crap or short.

I can’t promise they’ll be good (in fact I can guarantee that the earlier ones will be shit because I’m so rusty) but I can promise that I’ll be honest and will most likely sound like an emotionally disjointed person.

Yours blogfully,

Aliya

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136. One Year Blog-versary…oh and a Happy New Year!

It’s been a whole year since my first post- half of me feels like the time has gone by so fast and the other half feels like I’ve always had a blog. What did I do with all my thoughts before ThreeMagical?!

I am very proud of this blog. I think it’s okay to admit that. This is my first ever blog and it’s still going (even if post frequency has been wavering). Some of the stuff I’ve written makes me cringe, a lot of makes me laugh (not sure it’s cool to admit I laugh at my own jokes) but none of it I regret. It was exactly how I felt at the time.

No-one viewed my blog for at least a month because I am an idiot and didn’t tag any of my posts and I didn’t tell any of my friends. What I did do however was write everyday and it was great because it helped me get used to my writing style and be brave enough to hit that ‘Publish’ button. The positive feedback I’ve received since then from my friends and all of y’all on the interwebz has been so motivating. Thank you.

With the end of 2013 fast approaching, I would also like to bid you lovely readers a Happy New Year.

May 2014 be a bright year for us all.

Over and Out!

130. #Blogger Problems

I can’t be the only one.

  1. Spend three hours writing a post. 3 likes. Spend 20 minutes writing a post. 20 likes.
  2. Getting annoyed because the WordPress reader preview ends just before the part where your post gets interesting.
  3. Spend ages writing a post but decide not to publish that day. Re-read the next day and decide it’s crap.
  4. Write what you think is an amazing post only to read one by someone else on the same topic that is miles better than your own.
  5. Write an absolutely fabulous post. 2 likes. Read one on the same topic by someone else that’s not as entertaining as yours. 50 likes.
  6. Spend half an hour writing a post. Spend the next hour on formatting and deciding which images should accompany it.
  7. Write an awesome post but can’t for the life of you come up with a good enough title for it.
  8. Your post was viewed 20 times. No-one liked it.
  9. Asking a question to your readers in your post. No-one replies.
  10. You want to rant about someone but then realise you can’t because they read your blog.
  11. Always getting lots of ideas for posts when you have no time to write and then getting writer’s block when you do finally have time.
  12. Trying to avoid this: ‘Heyy how was the party/internship/cool experience?’ ‘Read my blog’.

Over and Out!

100. A Milestone

This pet project of mine has done pretty good I think. I like the size of my blog right now; not so obscure that no-one is reading it but not so big that it’s not personal. I am staggered that I’ve reached 75 countries.

There were a few moments when I wasn’t sure I’d reach this milestone because I was running out of ideas or because my life had been reduced to stressing about exams… but I’m glad I stuck with it.

In my about page I wrote some stuff about how I wanted a creative outlet and something to look back upon. Whilst both of these are true, the real reason I started this blog when I did was because I needed a distraction. I needed something to throw my energy into so that I wasn’t thinking about all the stuff I didn’t want to be thinking about. I’m sure that’s been the case for many of you fellow bloggers. And you know what? It worked. This blog filled a gap that I feared would turn into a black hole.

I no longer need a distraction but writing these ramblings have helped me so much that I can’t let it go. Looks like y’all stuck with me a while longer.

I will be mixing up a few things however.

  • Right now my posts are numbered regardless of how much content is in them. I’m thinking of only numbering posts that are a bit longer which will allow me to share shorter ‘updates’ without them feeling like cheap posts. (Should I start from 1 again? Let me know.)
  • Following on from my last point, I want to share more videos and short snippets.
  • When I get Photoshop back on my laptop, I’m considering making a banner. We shall see.

Over and Out! Thank you for sticking with me you lovely people 🙂

65. Things they said.

Bury it they said.
Hide it away deep in the depths.
Let no-one see
the hurt of promises unkept.

Give time some time they said.
Glue together the broken pieces.
Step back until the cracks look faded
and pray one day the pain ceases.

Things will get better they said.
I always thought they were lying.
It is not enough for the lessons learnt
to be the only silver lining.

 

I have never posted anything vaguely poetic before so this is a first. I feel oddly vulnerable for doing so maybe because it’s not exactly a ‘happy’ piece. Though I’m not feeling remotely sad, the words just kind flowed out of my mind today. I’m not sure what my sub-conscious is trying to tell me but what the heck.

Over and Out.

61. Liebster Award

I like to call the Liebster Award the ‘pass the parcel’ award which draws attention to ‘up and coming’ blogs. Once you’re nominated you need to reveal 11 facts abut yourself, answer 11 questions from the person who nominated you, nominate another 11 blogs and then pose them 11 questions. Quite a few steps to this…

I’ve been lucky enough to be nominated by the lovely Omnia which is very meaningful to me because (I don’t think she knows this) she was my very first follower. It’s a lovely feeling to know someone is reading your words and better yet, liking what you say so thankiess 🙂

So without further ado…

11 random facts about myself

  1. I was born in Pakistan and came to England when I was 7 months old. I be a true freshie.
  2.  I have two scars; one on my forearm from when I jumped over a fence to escape a dog and one on the back of my head from when I fell down the stairs.
  3.  I am an only child but I have 2 half brothers and 1 half sister.
  4.  In my free time, I an an avid Photoshopper. I like to use professional pictures to make collages and such. I might share a few of my creations one day.
  5.  I am flat footed.
  6.  Gilmore girls is my favourite TV series ever. I’ve seen every episode at least 2 times (thank you E4 repeats).
  7.  Mathematics has been my strongest subject in school since as far back as I can remember.
  8.  I have no idea how to apply liquid eyeliner correctly.
  9.  I can sing Happy Birthday in a Gollum ‘my precioussss’ voice.
  10.  I have a terrible habit of clicking my joints. This includes my fingers, wrists, neck and back.
  11.  3 years ago, I won a travel scholorship to go to Egypt with my best friend. Yay free holiday! It was the first time I travelled somewhere without my parents.

I think even my closest friends didn’t know every single one of those!

Answering  11 Questions

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

In the mirror. I kid. I kid. Career wise I hope to be an associate actuarist working in Central London living…comfortably. Personal life wise, I hope I’m happily married and a good mummy!

What is your dream career?

My dream career would involve mathematics, computers and people. I’m going down the actuary route for now and if I’m right about what the job entails, it should involve all of that.

What does you dream home look like?

My dream home would be anywhere my family is but if you’re talking aesthetics…I’d love a home with a great view, a library, a balcony, a mini cinema and a jacuzzi.

What’s your favourite car?

My favourite car is actually the Mini Cooper. The Italian Job totally sold it to me. I like that it’s compact, appropriate for daily life and looks good. I want to get a green one with white stripes when I can afford one.

 Do you play any sports?

I’m not very sporty at all but I enjoy playing badminton, rounders and dodgeball! I’m not good at any of them. I just think they’re fun!

Who is the most inspirational person in your life?

This is going to sound horribly cliche but I have to choose my mother. She is the bravest, cutest, squishiest, most dependable person I know. She is my moral compass and my walking, breathing diary. She keeps me moving forward and she makes me a better person. I love her to bits.

Who is you favourite band/singer etc?

I listen to all sorts of music and have a lot of love for everyone from Lana del Ray to Rihanna to Paramore but my favourite artist has to be Beyonce. I love that she stands up for women and she is such a brilliant performer. I can rely on Beyonce to cheer me up when I’m down and to get me on the dancefloor when I want to party. Oh and she’s sexy as hell!

What subject interests you the most?

Mathematics. In particular I like group theory and statistics. I love that there’s lots of ways to approach the same problem and still get to the same solution. I love that it’s based on logic and reasoning. And even though I complain about it, I love that it teaches me to think.

Do you like to travel? If so, state where’s the best place you’ve been and why.

I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite place but I had the best time in Egypt with JK for my travel scholarship. We had days where we just walked around Cairo taking it all in, days where we focussed on learning about Egypt’s immense history and days we spent on a felucca cut off from the world just floating down the Nile. Wonderful, wonderful experience. I hope to travel some more after my degree.

egypt camel

 Do you have lots of casual friends or few very close friends?

I have always had a small circle of very close friends. I like having a select bunch of people that I can depend upon and similarly it allows me to really get to know them.

 If you’d go back in time and change something, or do something, what would it be?

I’d really like to go back in time and meet both of my grandmothers. Both of them passed away before I was born. I have heard such wonderful things about them from my parents. I would have loved to have known them.

What is your favourite food?

My mum’s aloo gosht  (lamb and potato curry) is to die for! In terms of dessert, I’m a huge fan of Pizza Hut’s chocolate hot cookie dough. Om nom nom nom.

My Nominations

My favourite kinds of blogs to read are about university, London and daily life… maybe because I can really empathise with them. Here are my picks:

Aimee at dollyandronny
Emma at emmajeanss
Becca at rebbeccaalice14
Khinjarsi at lecturesanddietsohmy
Kirsty at Oh wow, my blog is on fire
Pallak at The be-all and end-all
Yibi at Ibbeijinger
The secret awkward life
Meehaan
London Spotter
Thoughts alone

I’m not really sure what the protocol is to alert you guys that I’ve nominated you. I guess you’ll have to read this post and find out yourself or I could you know… drop a message or something.

My questions for those nominated

  1. If you could learn to do something new, what would it be?
  2. What is your favourite dance move?
  3. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
  4. What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?
  5. Who is your favourite author?
  6. Which place would you like to visit that you have not done so already?
  7. Who is your closest friend?
  8. If you could change one aspect of your personality, what would it be?
  9. How many hours of sleep do you get on average?
  10. What’s worse: too hot or too cold?
  11. What is your favourite game?

Over and Out Y’all!

57. Expressing your anger

My dad isn’t speaking to my mum right now (don’t worry- this isn’t a sob story). Every now and again, my mum makes a comment perhaps a little sharper than she intended and my dad will take it personally. Today for example, my dad came home from work feeling chatty for some reason but my mum wasn’t in the mood to talk because she had just finished working with some really noisy kids. Dad took it badly.

When my dad gets offended, he gets all huffy and speaks minimally to the person he’s angry with. He also wears a very grumpy expression. The longest I’ve seen it last is about 5 days. As long as you’re not the person he’s peeved at, it’s actually quite funny because usually my dad is super mature but when he’s like this, he acts like a stubborn child. Say he’s angry at my mum and she offers him water, he’ll say no. If I offer him water however, he’ll say yes. Petty, I know.

Then you have my mother. Sometimes really tiny things set her off and when my mum gets angry, she unleashes her inner scary (and screechy) demon. She will rant and rave and won’t censor a damn thing. If she’s really pissed, she’ll revert to Punjabi and start swearing. That’s when you know the shit just got real.

What I find interesting is that I am a real mix of my parents. I have never shouted at anyone in anger in my life (though sometimes I wish I did) but nor do I simmer in silence. I have a habit of  giving the silent treatment and once I’ve calmed down a bit, I write down my angry feelings and give it to them. I realise this makes me sound like a nutcase but that’s just how I roll. I have always had great difficult verbally speaking about serious things. In essence, I write the things I can’t say.

In my memory, the only time I’ve lost it was when I was 8 years old and slapped a boy. He repeatedly kept throwing mud at me and the teachers told me to ignore him but that didn’t work so I complained to my mum and she said to hit him- so I did. The thing is I burst into tears straight afterwards because I felt so bad. (I slapped him well and proper though; even several hours later you could see my hand print on his face. My bad.)

What are you guys like when you’re angry? And what’s the craziest thing you’ve done in the heat of the moment?

(I don’t usually do this whole ask people questions thing. I’m kind of trying it out. Please don’t leave me hanging.)

Over and Out!