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The Post-Modernism of Chat Programs

Friend: Only counts if you type the smile! :D Me: Gross. I’m so beyond smilies. We’re in the post-modern smiley age of chat programs Friend: ‘splain Me: Uh, I only have that much knowledge. I can’t really go beyond that.

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The Post-Modernism of Chat Programs

Friend: Only counts if you type the smile! :D Me: Gross. I’m so beyond smilies. We’re in the post-modern smiley age of chat programs Friend: ‘splain Me: Uh, I only have that much knowledge. I can’t really go beyond that.

Clinton And Mitchell Announce Resumption Of Middle East Peace Talks

Hillary’s Hair and the Washington Post: Why I hate Being Right Sometimes.

It started off as a joke. In the photographs showcasing the meeting of ultimately useless heads of states and wannabe-states (I’m lookin’ at you Palestine!), I noticed that Secretary of State Hilary Clinton was looking pretty good. When someone looks good, you notice they look good. When someone looks like crap, you notice it. And when someone’s in between, well, either you’ll be crucified or heralded for maintaining such an appearance that takes no real, polarizing aesthetic side.

Clinton And Mitchell Announce Resumption Of Middle East Peace Talks

Hillary’s Hair and the Washington Post: Why I hate Being Right Sometimes.

It started off as a joke. In the photographs showcasing the meeting of ultimately useless heads of states and wannabe-states (I’m lookin’ at you Palestine!), I noticed that Secretary of State Hilary Clinton was looking pretty good. When someone looks good, you notice they look good. When someone looks like crap, you notice it. And when someone’s in between, well, either you’ll be crucified or heralded for maintaining such an appearance that takes no real, polarizing aesthetic side.

Since I Just Like to Over Work Myself

I’m headed to D.C for the summer and thought I’d make a summer blog, tracking my time there. Amongst other things. Vote for Sana. Hope you enjoy and comment!

Since I Just Like to Over Work Myself

I’m headed to D.C for the summer and thought I’d make a summer blog, tracking my time there. Amongst other things. Vote for Sana. Hope you enjoy and comment!

How a Real Man Serenades a Woman

After a few random hours of joking around with my new roommate, I made my way over to bed around 1 am. Exhaustion was fresh and thriving throughout me, but I held on to whatever energy I had left so I could get some much needed Arabic revision. Classes were starting within a few weeks and all I had remembered to say was “La arif” or “I don’t know”.

Story of my academic life.

How a Real Man Serenades a Woman

After a few random hours of joking around with my new roommate, I made my way over to bed around 1 am. Exhaustion was fresh and thriving throughout me, but I held on to whatever energy I had left so I could get some much needed Arabic revision. Classes were starting within a few weeks and all I had remembered to say was “La arif” or “I don’t know”.

Story of my academic life.

I Hate You, Potential Employers.

I’m feeling depressed. There is nausea. There is heartache. There is dryness in my throat. My nails are shorter.

And I know exactly why.

I Hate You, Potential Employers.

I’m feeling depressed. There is nausea. There is heartache. There is dryness in my throat. My nails are shorter.

And I know exactly why.

Mad Men Hijab’d

I don’t care if the weren’t any stylin American muhajjibabes in the 1950s and 1960s ..I’m going to Mad Men Myself anyway.

Mad Men Hijab’d

I don’t care if the weren’t any stylin American muhajjibabes in the 1950s and 1960s ..I’m going to Mad Men Myself anyway.

Nothing can stop me now

Feeling a little under the beauty meter, I decided to throw some mud on my face. Feeling a little like a bulimic, I decided to make two turkey cold cut sandwiches which I engulfed in a matter of minutes, upon my bed whilst reading the mandatory Stephen Walt column on Foreign Policy.

Nothing can stop me now

Feeling a little under the beauty meter, I decided to throw some mud on my face. Feeling a little like a bulimic, I decided to make two turkey cold cut sandwiches which I engulfed in a matter of minutes, upon my bed whilst reading the mandatory Stephen Walt column on Foreign Policy.