#22: Ten favorite songs.
My taste in what I deem as good or bad music has changed drastically over the years.
I went through an angst-y hard rock and death-metal phase when I was in middle school which coincidentally changed into hip hop, R n’ B and rap over the course of high school (then again so did my group of friends – so they may have been a factor into that change).
I often use music as a: getaway, mood changer, confidence booster, workout enhancer, shower karaoke, and party starter. As of late, I will listen to just about anything and I mean anything.
That said, my choice of music also changes often enough for me to have a new favorite song every day. The following are not my favorite (because I don’t have any absolute favorites), but they are currently the most played songs on my playlist.
- Joseph Attieh – Helwa
- Adele – Hello
- Jon Bellion – Woke the Fuck Up.
- Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo – Closer
- Chainsmokers – Closer
- Myriam Fares – Chouf Halak Alayi
- Ed Sheeran – Shape of You
- Kygo & Selena Gomez – It Ain’t Me
- Disclosure ft. Lorde – Magnets
- Tove Lo – Talking Body
What are your favorite songs?
#15: Timeline of my day from three days ago.
I forgot to post this.
0930: Wake-up call.
0930–1030: Morning Routine (Wash face, brush teeth, put on makeup)
1030-1055: Dressed (Jeans and a tee-shirt).
1100-1115: Breakfast (Glass of milk and some fruit).
1120-1150: In the car to pick up a friend (we had plans to hang out).
1200-1220: Picked up said friend.
1220-1110: Drove to coffee shop (and obviously purchased coffee).
0115–0130: We bought food to go (Cheese and Spinach pies) and some chocolate and chips for snacks.
0130: Decided to picnic in a park with our goodies:
0130-0415: Hung out in park next to the waterfalls. It was a nice get away from the stress that is research (self-care and giggles).
0415-730: Decided to go shopping (between the mall and the thrift shop, we found some cute goodies).
0800: Dropped friend off.
0810-0850: Picked mom up and took her grocery shopping.
0900: Late Dinner (something light of course).
0930: Skype call with the bestie.
#13 Favorite Quote(s)
Dear wonderful followers,
I apologize for not posting more often. This is a very busy time of year for me, I promise to make more of an effort.
So here are some of my most favorite quotes:
“There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all…”
– Oscar Wilde
“And though she be but little, she is fierce…”
– William Shakespeare
“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim…”
– Oscar Wilde
“I just think it’s so weird that women make individual choices and then absolute strangers think they can have all kinds of opinions about them…”
– Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in…”
– Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
“I want more — much more — than a band-aid. I want a revolution in the hills and towns, among the trees, I still call home…”
– Eli Clare
There is a lot I would do if I won the lottery. Here is a list of stuff I would do:
- I would pay off all of my student loans. Kind of sad right?
- I would travel to all the places I’ve always wanted to visit (Like Greece, Spain, Paris, London, Turkey…etc).
- Donate to charity obviously.
- Buy a house – with a pool – by the beach.
- And invest the fuck out of it.
… I thought this list would be longer.
What would you do?
Day 11: Most Proud Moment-many days late.
This took me a long time to really think of. I didn’t know where to start or how to really express myself when it comes to being proud of someone or myself.
I was on a train leaving Rome with family when I received the email. I had found out that I was admitted into graduate school to complete my Masters. I felt so much joy and so much turmoil all at once.
I was excited to be continuing my education and pursuing my dream to teach at a college or university level. Yet in that same exact moment, I felt like I didn’t deserve to be there. The impostor syndrome started kicking in before I even began.
I was told to be proud of myself but I wasn’t and ti sat with me for while.
A few days later, I attended my uncle’s PhD. thesis defense.He had spoken a lot about his work and his research and what he hoped to achieve in the future.In many ways, he is my role model, the person who encourages me the most, who still does. It was not until a room full of people clapped and cheered for him when he received his doctorate that it dawned on me.
I didn’t feel proud of myself because I was too busy being proud of him.
My most proud moment is not my own, not yet. But it will be.
Day 9:Piercings and Tattoos?
I currently have my top left cartilage and ears pierced once. Oddly, people are often surprised when I tell them I want to get my tongue and eyebrow pierced. I don’t understand why though, people do it all the time. I’ve contemplated these for a while now and I think when the time comes, I’ll finally stop chickening out and do it.
As for tattoos, I have none. But, I’m an email back from a tattoo parlor away from booking the appointment. Like many places, they’re busy. I’ve decided on a small, wispy, quill tattoo dipped in ink, spattered with color.
As someone who likes to draw, paint and write, I feel like this is appropriate. Needless to say, it has meaning.
Day 8: An old photo of me.
There’s something about searching through old photographs that bring me a lot of memories. For me, photographs are like books. You collect them over the years, capture memories and beautiful moments and the hardest thing becomes letting go.
Do you keep the ones of people you don’t talk to anymore? What about people you hate? What about those awful ones your parent/sibling/whoever took of you when you looked like a zombie or monster? What about….(shall I go on?)
I had a hard time choosing just one and I might make a later post with some of my favorites, but for now, I’m choosing to share the one that in some ways still defines me today (my feature photo if you’re wondering).
Most things/people are bigger, taller and take up more space than I do.
I still like Legos – I basically play the online kind.
(They can also be my building blocks to success – never linear and always a work in progress)
Though I was probably forced to wear that skirt, I don’t mind them now that I am older.
Who doesn’t want a giant stuffed animal?
And for an added bonus, here’s a closeup of my cuteness.