I miss you, blog.

I miss writing blog entries that I'm proud of, that can make me think 'Wow...I wrote that?' when I read it later in life.

Being one of the MAFASYNZ, I've always been proud of my writing skills.

I can use the shitty excuse that is the 'writer's block', but I guess I won't.

I just need to read a couple of really good books, then I'll get right back on track.


x
Atiqah

gunshot roulette

'There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't because I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and then you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever.'

-Meredith, Grey's Anatomy Season 7 finale.

worry all we like, but decisions have to be made. no matter what happens afterwards, we just have to stand strong and face life as it comes at us, throwing rocks and glitter.

if we're too afraid to tread on thin ice, we'll never have a chance at something greater.



x
Atiqah

p.s. being a final year is scary.

blue moon.

I went by the entirety of summer of 2011 without a single blog post written. I had a couple of posts drafted, but never really got round to finish writing them. Having a Twitter account to channel 140-characters worth of random thoughts is a huge contributor to my absence in the blogosphere, but also is the fact that I have a Hareez in my life right now. He's been the friend I tell my darkest secrets to for quite a number of years by now, but. Things only just worked itself out for us, and...the rest is history.

SO much happened during the summer, that I just don't know where to start. It has been such a rollercoaster of emotions. I guess the most significant thing that needs mentioning here is...I'm getting married.

I know, right. Who am I kidding. Paranoid, jealous, worryball, commitment-phobe Atiqah, actually agreed to marry.



All hell is going to break loose,

Unless the lady graces the world with a bit more maturity.

I'll try to get there, guys. Give me some time.

Give me....one year and three months.






xoxo