Archive | March, 2014

“My dreamland.”

29 Mar

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I know, you don’t have to say it, I was supposed to keep up with the series I started and, obviously, I should be killed because I didn’t.
But, here is the honest truth, I have the second part written and edited and ready to be published. However, I can’t, not yet. For somehow all the three things on that list I either ended up getting or I realized it wasn’t one for me. And I will have to rewrite it.
That, though, isn’t why I am here writing this. Rather I want to share with you some amazing news.
This week started on a very confusing note for me. I was in an emotional roller coaster moving from excitement, to anxiety, to self-doubt, to sadness and even up to depression and then free-falling down into a blissful state of happiness. The reasons for all of that? In no particular order, it included, my brother’s continuing visit, great news about a friend’s relationship status, another on one’s career platform, the dread of the said brother’s departure back to USA the same week, an impromptu trip out of city and the best of outcomes to the same visit.
That’s just the summarized version, yet I mention this all for it would let you know how utterly beautiful it was to have a week that started on such an awkward end to be leaving me with such an amazing sense of happiness, relief and, maybe above all, excitement.
The reason to that? The whole thing will be a surprise but I can tell you this, I got my visa approved to go to what I like to call “the land of dreams”. And I can’t wait to go there this very summer even though I will have to take some time off from my university.
But, honestly, life is about prioritizing and as the trip involves not just a wish coming true but a loved family member, it’s clear to see where my priority lies.
Honestly, I am so happy right now that I can’t even type calmly. And neither can I wait to tell you about the country I am going to.
But, till I can, pray that the last of complexities work out smoothly. And understand that I tell you this for you all mean that much to me.

Love all of you,
Gull.

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Need. Want. Crave.

19 Mar

In life there are levels in everything. In friendship, in love, in success and even in failure-there are levels in everything. There is one and there is zero and a million digits in between.

In the same way there are levels to our urges-some are logical others completely impractical and some are the in-betweeners. This month I will be starting a new series where each week I will share with you what I need( the logical urge), what I crave (the illogical one) and what I want (the in-betweener).

Need.

St. Anne Resort

St. Anne Resort


A vacation. A weekend getaway to an exotic yet secluded town somewhere in the Caribbean or France with my bestie and my laptop as my only companions. Or even a secluded spot within my country would do right now. Why? Because honestly, right now, anything away from here would be wonderful, for my brain as well as my oh-so-tired body.

Want.

Kate Spade, Claremont Drive.

Kate Spade, Claremont Drive.


This utter beauty of a bag from Kate Spade-the Claremont drive Marcella-it is not just the perfect shade for the long summer coming our way but its size is just perfect for those of us who lug the whole world around in their bags. Practical and beautiful? Wow.

Crave.

Chiara,, Blonde Salad.

Chiara,, Blonde Salad.

Just look at this beauty and tell me how can you not fall in love with it? It is from MSGM pre-fall 2014 collection. Put in other words? I can just stare at it and swoon like a teenager would at that unattainable crush. Sigh.

What are you dreaming about this fine Tuesday?

Truly. Madly. Deeply.

1 Mar

I wrote this past month of love and didn’t deviate from the topic.
But I didn’t touch two forms of this emotion for they are indescribable, for me at least.
They are the bond we share with our mother and the affection we have for our father.
My friends are my life, my siblings my rocks to lean on, my books are impossible for me to be without, my nephews the light of my eyes, my niece my bundle of sunshine, coffee my elixir and fashion my favorite drug.
Yet if I even combine all these emotions along with the awe, respect and absolute devotion my parents inspire in me-I would not be able to describe what I feel for them, nor how important their presence in my life is.
It won’t be an understatement if I say that I would go to the ends of this world for them. And here is a little secret, I have already planned out my life with them in every aspect of it, and in a way so that every moment would feel like I am living it for them.
To make them proud of me, to let them hold their heads up high because of me-that’s the goal in life. And no step to it is hard for me, because their love is my life.
Some would say I have a case of hero-worship for my dad. Maybe they wouldn’t be wrong. A man who believes (and practices) in the notion that the worst trait in anyone is lying, who hasn’t cheated once in his life, who is hardworking to a level where his own health has suffered and yet takes care of himself and his family to the best of his capacities, who believes in justice, would never falsely flatter someone to save his life and who isn’t scared of the most influential of people nor bedazzled by money or fame-how could I not idolize him? Although the list could go on, two traits of him that have always inspired awe in me would boil down to his infinite love for my mother and how he gave up his job, his rank and is continuing to fight with the current system just to support what’s right and to shun injustice.
How, then, do you think I could do anything but put him on that pedestal where no one could ever dream to be?
And my mother. Oh, that daring, daring woman. She taught me how not to be a doormat, let me in on the secret that we women are stronger then men, let me know that my intelligence was far more important then my beauty and at the same time taught me how to be soft, caring, nurturing. She is always there for all of us, in every way. In fact, sometimes it is a little upsetting too, how it seems that she gave up too much of herself, her life and her time for us.
But then, she believes her children are her greatest achievement, so who am I to say anything?
I don’t, really, have words to describe my emotions but I believe all my readers know what I feel so I bid adieu to February by raising a glass to the best form of love I know.
That for my parents and from them.

Happy March you all, until next February remember to keep showing people you love what they mean to you because one day is not enough to let them know their importance.

Yours truly,
Gull.

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