so here is the 101. just in case you were wondering. i forgot how to blog...yes.. i forgot the passion. what it felt like snuggling on
my chaise in the balcony reading magazines. dreaming. painting my nails mattel pink and writing. fervently and honestly. i do not write to feed people's curiosity (for those who just look at the pictures) or to help make someone's day less boring.
i blog for me. and i do not seek validation via my blog.
i need to remind myself that this started out and remains an outlet for me to express my individuality..thoughts and experiences. spread some rainbow in the process perhaps.
pardon my frustration..i need to seriously work on my priorities & detach myself from certain myopic mundane mindsets.
currently my whole existence is a tad miscellaneous. i don't feel like the palm-map noora anymore (whenever we get lost in paris aka my city my friends ask where are we and how do we get back -how boring and so un-christo coumbus of them- i look into my palm *supposedly the map of paris* and show them the way lol. its always guessing and im always lucky. walking towards the siene is my secret) lol shhh.
anyways i have suddenly morphed into the punctuation mark of the lives around me.in all modesty they do not make sense with out me..but i am done styling my universe. and as selfish as this will sound. helping others. my feet need a pedicure. and essie's hot summer shades will not be hot enough in a week's time and no where in my busy schedule of randomly existing do i have a moment let alone an hour's time for my self. today was my point of collapse. organizing a family dinner selecting everyone's outfits and presents.ordering the cake and making sure everyone knows the location and is there on time. behind my superfabulouswoman facade i am stressed and tired. the irony.. i never ask for anyone's help im just used to doing everything for everyone that i make-do without asking for it. it would be wonderful to have a noora for myself sometimes. (insert half-laugh-half evil grin emoticon) if only... lol
now before this becomes tres
passé a few bloggers have tagged me to list 6 quirks..
et voila..
1- i have a morbid fear of elevators. i never casually walk in someone has to go in before me..wait for the doors to close and then press the open button. thats my que. its my way of making sure the doors wont crush me alive. alas i never go in with anyone not willing to do the close-open bit with me. >.< lol
2- i laugh at all the wrong times. on my jokes especially like seriously crack up and have difficulty breathing. afashl. also and usually when someone slips or falls. i laugh when i run out of words or to confirm to avid listeners that what i just said was so wrong. out of place or silly.
3- if i feel sleepy everyone who knows me long enough can tell i start rubbing my eyes. like seriously and intensely i make a fist and rub with the bone of my thumb. like a crying baby!! and then i look for the nearest place i can put my head. whatever is closest in proximity..my favorite= my mother's shoulders . if im sleepy i sleep. regardless of location. i have slept almost everywhere u name it lol again afashl.
4- because i have lost so many things in life aham shay2een 3ndy are my camera and phone cause im done loosing both. i have this phobia now. which i hate if im given tickets or anything i put them in my bag or pocket and check on them every ten minutes. i felt sick knowing that i must have or will loose them any minute. but thats what i do i open my bag and check on my things dayman =(
5- the feeling i hate the most is when my hair is dripping wet right after a shower. that is why i will not take one unless i have my
sephora microabsorber towel on hand. its dries my hair so fast so that i avoid the horrid feeling of wet hair on the nape of my neck. eww.
6- im one of the most structured people i know (not organized) but structured everything has to be done a certain way. everything has to be zen. that is why i always only pack my own bags i have the weirdest way of doing it but it makes me feel comfortable knowing where everything is. i pack in a certain way where everything is even and flat and perfect and there are no gaps in between the clothes. ugh i just pay too much attention.
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also not that it matters. but i was pro-obama. i like michelle's sense of style she is certainly the african american jackie-O<3 cant wait to see her spice up our screens and otherwise mundane whitehouse fashion scene.

my moma hated that i wore this badge on my super 70's MJ blazer in nyc "my moma loves obama" hehe super cute non?

& how hillarious is this.. lol

Be safe. Be Green & ltnsony mn da3awatkom x