Going in and out of stores, trying on everything we laid our hands on - and going out with only one shirt, but our failed shopping attempt is another story. In the midst of our seven hour walk and the freezing cold, we crossed roads with Ascia. I stared - like crazy - and told my sister, who also stared like crazy. We were two crazy stare-ers (new word to the Oxford dictionary). And we were all (me, my sister, Ascia and her husband) going the same direction.

Did we talk to her, you might think. No, we didn't. 

 

Mainly because we didn't want to run after her, calling her name with the top of our lungs. That would've been embarrassing - really embarrassing. And because her face was all bundled up in her scarf, and she was walking with her head down, so there was no eye contact. Also because what would we get from saying hi, awkwardly. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her style - and blog for that matter. But I wouldn't run after her just to say hello. I mean I wouldn't try snapping a selfie, because we all know how that would turn out - disaster is a better word to describe it.

I've grown since I was fourteen and literally ran after this singer (whom I don't even listen to anymore) just to get a picture. I still have that picture, and I look like I've been running a marathon prior to that picture - which you could almost say I had. Sad times. And I'm not re-living that again.

 

So it was freezing in Copenhagen, and we saw Ascia.

And now I've written a full blogpost about it.

xox,

Laila

 

I wish you all a merry christmas and a happy new year - wow, that sounds so standard.

 

For the last couple of weeks, I haven't really allowed myself to publish the few (should be added) posts I've written. Mostly because I, sometimes, can come across as a very harsh, judgemental person - with very strong opinions. And I get it; I have strong opinions, which most of the time isn't a great thing. But I believe that - or I'm trying to - when, or if, we use our flaws correctly, they can become an asset. Wow I really sound odd, don't I?

For the upcoming year I can promise you this; I will give you the most raw, unedited version of myself - weird thoughts included. I want my blog to really live up to its name - yup, still lame.

 

On another note, I really do wish you guys a merry christmas (and obviously a happy new year).

Love,

Laila

 

Update: snow decided to show up. In case anyone was dreaming of a white christmas - I'd rather dream of a white-beach-palm-tree kind of christmas.

Good morning!

I woke up feeling inspired to make myself delicious breakfast - it's Friday! And I ended up making semolina pudding (totally googled the name) with almond milk. I've never tried it with almond milk, but it actually turned up good - no difference from regular milk, and it's supposedly better for you.

 

A lot of studying is what I'm planning to do today, and having tea. 

Have a lovely Friday!

xox,

Laila

 

Get it? Chai selfie = chai-fie. I'm brilliant, I know.

I've been craving chai latte for about a week now, and today I decided to take care of that craving. A big chai latte, please - with cinnamon and cardamom.

Uni has been very hectic - even if I absolutely can't stand lectures (bad habit), it's still overwhelming. Which means that, sadly, I can't make the blog a priority. Hopefully I'll be able to change that and do better planning during christmas break, when the first part of exams are over (next part is after christmas break - so cruel). 

 

For now I'm all about gallons of water, books and Charmed (favorite tv show ever, and I can't study if I'm not doing something else too).

 

 

Is there anything you want me to write more about?

xox,

Laila

I've delayed writing this post for many reasons. But as many the reasons for me not to write it, I promised myself to be honest on the blog - it is, after all, my land of escape.

 

I lost my grandfather two years ago, and knowing myself, I wrote a very dramatic post about it at that time.

Today I choose to celebrate his life by living mine. It is after all what he would've wanted, as life brought him so much joy.

 

By living our lives, trying to accomplish certain thing or even study harder, we are celebrating the lives of our beloved ones whose souls are no longer with us. I will always smile when thinking of my dear jiddo (Arabic word for grandfather), and whenever I'll see a flag, I'll sing 'ay darafsh' (a persian child poem - we sound very international) from the top of my lungs.

 

I also promise to never take anyone I love for granted, life has taught me that. Because we really don't know when we lose them for good.

 

Love, 

Laila

As I've been struggling to fall asleep this week, today was no exception. Instead of tossing and turning, I made it down the stairs (sounds like ten thousand stairs. Fifteen). While I was walking down (fifty thousand), I noticed a blue sheen lighting up my way. Little did I know that the moon was watching over me (drama). So simple, yet so majestic. Beautiful creation. 

The moon made my day (night). 

And now I shall make another attempt on falling asleep. 

Goodnight loves,

Laila

 

I've actually - for once - snapped pictures using my camera. But as I'm writing with an intense headache (and an exploding brain), I'll upload those pictures later on this week.

For now, God bless Instagram.

 

xox,

Laila