A few months ago I spoke at my university’s TEDx conference. Check it out!
A few months ago I spoke at my university’s TEDx conference. Check it out!
So clearly I’ve failed the blogging challenge. What’s embarrassing isn’t that, but that I actually managed to convince myself that I wouldn’t… HA!
Lots of things going on right now… Crazy things. I’ll tell you soon. Hope everyone is well!

Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
The moving part of this question is difficult. I don’t really have anything that draws me to any particular country very strongly, so I would probably only move somewhere for a job that I really wanted or schooling or something. I really want to live in Paris and experience it, for a little while at least. I don’t really have a “home” country or town or anything like that, home is where my parents are, where I’ve lived in the past, where the rest of my family is… so that makes it a little complicated. So yeah, I don’t know. I’d love to visit a lot of places though; I wanna go back to Sudan for some time, the social environment there is unparalleled. I want to go to England and Ireland, to visit my two best friends and experience their respective cities. I want to go to Turkey too. Maybe Brazil? A pit stop in Maui? Seychelles? Anywhere that’s above -30 degrees???

If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
I hope this isn’t a cop-out answer.. but since it’s kind of an idealistic question, I saw it only fitting that my response was equally idealistic.
My dream job would be a dynamic one; one that allows me to really experience everything that I’m interested in. I can’t say with complete certainty, but I’m pretty sure as humans we have a diverse set of interests. For the most part, we like many things and would like to experience many things. I’m currently studying science, but it’s not everything to me- not even close. I like writing and editing, I like teaching, I like film making, I like law, and I like doing my own thing. When I try to separate these things, I’m left feeling incomplete. I don’t only want to be a doctor, or an editor, or a lawyer. And realistically, I’m never going to know what most of those professions are actually like. But in my dream world, my dream job would let me experience and practice all of those things, and give my interest in those areas proper room to grow.
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Top 5 favourite foods
Another difficult prompt. My preference for food is always dependent on my mood, the weather, where I am etc. So, I’ll just list some foods that I’ve always really liked.
1) chocolate. chip. cookies.
there’s a specific kind, though. I really hate Chips Ahoy. Right now I’m a huge fan of President’s Choice “The Decadent Chocolate Chip Cookie”. I’m actually having some right now.
2) TRIFLE
This is one of my FAVOURITE desserts of ALL time.
3) Burgers
I love cheeseburgers or chicken burgers. I rarely say no to burgers.
4) Samosas
But really crunchy ones with few potatoes. My mom makes the best ones.
5) Oranges
This is a tricky one, cuz bad oranges are really bad. BUT, those perfect oranges that are the right mix of juicy and sweet are definitely of my favourite things to eat.

Your top 5 pet peeves
I don’t know if a pet peeve can be something about yourself? But my indecisiveness/ hesitation sometimes is definitely one of them.
When I’m watching a show with someone on my laptop on a bed, and they rest their elbow on my pillow causing it to move position. That’s a huge one.
When someone asks me if I’m okay or how my day was.
People who overuse water and let taps run excessively.
People who have conversations in libraries or study rooms.
(I could go on)

Your current relationship. If single, discuss being single
I’m very single- if you can be ‘very’ single anyway. I’ve had a totality of 2 recognizable flirtationships in my entire life, and a couple of other weird things that are probably not even worth being designated a title.
My feelings on relationships are always crossing over having 500 crushes and being depressingly lovesick, and feeling nauseous at the thought of relationships as well as borderline misandrist. That’s totally normal.
I’m not the most social person, and I tend to feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable when given attention, but sometimes I do get this wave of impulsive confidence that makes me hyper flirtatious, and inevitably, extremely regretful.
I think the only thing that I can decisively say is that I do not like clingy-ness, and like feeling like something was easy to get? Does that make me sleazy??!!!!!! I’m not sleazy. I’m just prone to feel easily suffocated. So those daily “hey, how was your day?” texts tend to rub me the wrong way. And by that I mean they make me want to delete my phone. If that were possible.
If you’ve gotten to this point, congrats, because that entire thing was extremely babble-y and incoherent. I’ll just end by saying that right now, I kind of just want a steamy but non-committal type of thing.
I’m not sleazy!!!!!!

Describe: the good, the bad, and the ugly of yourself
This is an annoying prompt. This is probably the least motivating prompt I could get.
The good:
I tried to answer this by thinking about what someone else might say about me… and I failed. So I did some digging.
I always pay people back. At least I try to always pay people back. Well, I try not to borrow anything from people in the first place, but if I do, I pay them back.
When I’m in one of those awkward group settings where a person of authority is asking for someone to volunteer to go first, and nobody else does, I usually do. Only if no one else is willing to.
I think I’m pretty compassionate.
The bad:
Sadly, this list came out much more easily. They just kept coming. And coming. And coming.
Regardless of how little I like to admit it, I’m extremely sensitive. I will pick up on what may seem to be the tiniest thing and I will probably never forget it.
That being said, I’m not overtly emotional- I actually come off as pretty apathetic and standoffish, which is not any better. I’ve been called boring- twice.
I’m extremely avoidant. I don’t even know if that is a word, but as I often do, I’m pretending it is one. I avoid everything that I am “supposed” to do from making phone calls and responding to emails, to sharing news and doing work.
I can be very impulsive. And that thing about no regrets? IT’S A LIE.
I am a huge, like huge internet creep. I feel like I kinda should have included this in my good, since it’s pretty useful to be able to find out pretty much anything with such ease, but I’ve been told that it’s actually “creepy” and “not right” so… whatever.
The ugly
This I am not comfortable going into on this platform- probably has something to do with my avoidant nature. I’ll stick to working on this individually.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings, of freedom.
I have, at this very moment, realized something about myself. I say this dramatically because it’s quite a big deal that I’m being decisive AND that I’m characterizing myself- basically, it warrants some dramatization.
It’s the middle of the night, and I am consumed by thoughts. I am so consumed that all of what little energy I have remaining from this tiring day is being split between these thoughts, and trying not to have them. Which has led me to the realization, that any form of mental occupation quite literally occupies every crook of my mind and consumes me whole.
I was tired at 9 pm today. 9. That’s outrageous, but I genuinely was. So why can’t I sleep? Why can’t it stop? What is this irritating game I’m playing without any semblance of consent?
I tried to read 1984. I’ve never read it, and reading always manages to tire me out in a soothing way, but it didn’t work. Even better, I couldn’t even read properly. So I just laid there, not reading and not sleeping… Just being consumed.
So, I decided to resuscitate this thing (hey that’s two decisions in one night)!
I didn’t plan to get back to this in such a disoriented and frankly shitty way, but alas.
We can blame it on this abstract consumption, consuming my capacity to reason.
I want to sleep.