Simple, (U)necessary Ramble. Will be back to regular programming soon.

This is one of those posts you don't want to read.
Short, apologetic, even boring it will be.
However, I feel I have to explain myself and my sporadic blogging.
True, the past couple of months have been distinctively busy for me. However, the last couple of weeks, although laden with activities that consume large amounts of time, have not been extremely busy. There is nothing to explain my lack of blogging.
Still, today, in the midst of speculating on this fine Sunday afternoon, a development of a possible theory came about.

Perhaps it is because there is too information that [I] am consuming. With the advent of social media (namely, Twitter, sometimes Facebook) and the hubbub of university life (a fine, stark contrast to just about a few months ago, when I was still in highschool), I believe my problem is that I'm subconsciously overwhelmed with taking everything in. So to write a blog post, it's like, where the heck-ity-heck do I start? I say subconsciously, because I am enjoying this process. In no way is this a complaint. It is simply the cognizant of something that's been at the back of mind for a while.

It's not affecting just blogging, but other aspects too: schoolwork, tasks for extra-currics, responding to emails/texts. Always have been a procrastinator, but now this is simply at a whole 'nother level.
Am I crazy? Have you felt this too? Are you crazy, then, too?
I may not even feel this way tomorrow. But I sure am now.

And now a random, aesthetically-appealing doodle of mine to break up text.

CONFESSIONS OF A LOOPY 18-AND-ALMOST-A-HALF-YEAR-OLD

My writing's too creative for news journalism.
My writing's not creative enough for creative writing.
My writing is too verbose (read: wordy) for public speaking competitions.
My verbose writing is overlooked during the interlude known as the assessment of academic papers.

Is this what a quarter-life crisis feels like?

>> But I still love words. <3333

{word(s) of the moment}:

1. acquiescence

 /ˌækwiˈɛsəns/ Show Spel[ak-wee-es-uhns] 

–noun 1. the act or condition of acquiescing  or giving tacit assent; agreement or consent by silence or without objection; compliance

2. reprobate

 /ˈrɛprəˌbeɪt/ Show Spelled[rep-ruh-beyt]  noun, adjective, verb, -bat·ed, -bat·ing.

–noun 1. a depraved, unprincipled, or wicked person

3. thespian

 /ˈθɛspiən/ Show Spelled[thes-pee-uhn] 

–adjective 1. ( often lowercase) pertaining to tragedy or to the dramatic art in general.

4. docile

 /ˈdɒsəl; Brit. ˈdoʊsaɪl/ Show Spell[dos-uhl; Brit. doh-sahyl] 

–adjective 1. easily managed or handled; tractable

You know what my long-lost dream has been, blogosphere? To partake in a spelling bee. I have never had the privilege of doing so. I reckon it would be amazing and so my forte. 

p.s. My sparse blogging has probably resulted in me losing followers left and right. Please don't go! Please don't leave me! I can change! I can implement a strict blogging schedule that will be as natural as my circadian rhythm! Baby come back! You can blame it all on meeeeeee!


Dramatic and pathetic monologues aside, I'm serious. Don't go. Why would you? I have a giveaway coming up. *smiles incredulously at the thought of having coerced her readers into continuing reading l'il 'ol UUU*

Revolutionary.

Imagine witnessing oppression and doing something about it.
Something small; arguably vestigial and insignificant .
Like posting a vlog.
Imagine it going viral.
Imagine having two million people support your fight for justice.
Imagine revolting.
Imagine single-handedly starting A REVOLUTION.
This social media zealot is awed at the power of Twitter and Facebook.
This not-particularly-socially-active-even-though-she-tries-to-take-an-interest-to-the-best-of-her-abilities individual is even more awed at the power and courage of those Egyptians brave enough to stand up for their rights. 
Peace & solidarity & safety of the peaceful protesters; I wish for all this and send prayers to my brethren halfway across the world. GO EGYPT! And go Mubarak, just go.

Supporting a revolution and history-in-the-making with unkempt appearances and non-vintage clothes would be almost blasphemous! Juggling academics and copious extra-curricular activities, along with ingesting plates of carrot muffins ladened with vanilla ice-cream--a surprisingly and exceedingly delicious combination--must be done in a manner that incorporates clothes from the 80's and 90's, too.

Therefore, I ornamented myself with this outfit:

 who what wear?

• kaleidoscopic, vintage, geometric-print, flippin' awesome skirt, $1, Jet Rag
• tie-dyed jeans, $10, Urban Planet
• black velvet bootie heels, $10
• vintage sequined cropped jacket, $5, Value Village
• teal pashmina scarf, $5, Urban Planet
• green, long-sleeve tee, $3, Ross

*This was actually worn whilst I performed spoken word in front of a crowd, of which I do have a video...but technology is being lame. Perhaps in the near future iA?


**This is the powerful, moving vlog that was the catalyst for the whole revolution:

Oh, and I how could I possibly forget?! Stay tuned for a giveaway occurring soon on an Under Urooba's Umbrella blog post near you! (*hint: there's only one ;))
You'll want to enter.
Why?
Free stuff.
Oh sh'aaaap. You know consumerism drives your soul.

Peace,
Urooba
xxx

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What Not to Watch

*What Not to Wear is a fairly well-known makeover reality show hosted by two stylists, Stacey and Clinton, who give themselves way too much credit. Ambushing unsuspecting victims (who, to be fair, have committed abominable fashion crimes) with their coiffed hairstyles and voices with unusual and distinctively annoying timbres, their sole (ha!) mission is to strip personality from every individual’s wardrobe and mould an army of generically dressed people, under their limited definition of stylish.  

However, witnessing the hysteria that is usually involved with detaching frumpy 45 year old women from their beloved Mickey Mouse denim and paisley overalls makes What not to Wear slightly justifiable, in terms of tuning in for it. If you find yourself doing just that, it is of utmost importance to note that what you wear whilst watching ‘What Not to Wear’ is also of particular significance.

Let us tackle the uniform that must be donned, one region of the human physique at a time.

1. The lower half: Denim jeans are a viable option. It is preferable you don the most expensive pair you own. A pair that enabled you to spend more time with a complete stranger than is deemed necessary. This complete stranger being, the sales clerk that is trained to make you believe that your denim must have your genetic code ingrained in it. It must lift your buttocks (but not so much they’re too perky), must slim your buttocks (but not so much they’re too flat), must define your curves (but not so much so your hips looks too wide), must trim your wide hips (but not so much so that you give the illusion of no curves)…These contradictory statements dispelled at you are simply a test of your intelligence. The more you’ve paid for your jeans, the more you’ve fallen into the lure of a part-time employee’s marketing tactics. However, fear not! Stacey and Clinton will tell you that that is okay! That’s why the suburban moms on the show are sent to shop at stores they normally cannot afford to go to. After all, the more you spend, the better you look in the end, right? Questioning this would distract you from attentively watching ‘What Not to Wear’, so it is best if you simply just don your most pricey pair of jeans.

2. The upper half: Ditto. Wear something expensive. Perhaps a blazer you paid $80 too much for. Or a basic t-shirt that you could’ve bought for $9 at most major retailers, but opted to buy at another place that sold it for $97. Remember, you don’t want to be reminded of how the thriftiness that is innately rooted in you is limiting your style capabilities. Watching ‘What Not to Wear’ in clothes you got a great bargain for, could do just that.

3. [real advice, as opposed to prior pseudo-advice] The final touch: Mix in one piece that is inherently ‘you’. This is a remedy for the ‘stylish fashion clone’ effect that Stacey and Clinton are experts in bringing about. Perhaps it is a floral, shoulder-padded jacket that rendered gasps of disgust from your peers in high school, or maybe it is the intricately sequined and beaded vest that makes your best friend shudder in horror at the sight of, or it is simply that purple wool-knit scarf that others have come to associate you with. Wear that piece. Flaunt that piece. Rub that piece in Stacey and Clinton’s obnoxious faces!

And finally, be proud if someone ever nominates you to appear on ‘What Not to Wear’.  Seriously, you're doing something right.

I'd rather look like this, than be styled by Stace + Clin

 

{I feel majorly disconnected from my blog at the moment. Real life is getting in the way of my cyber one. [What!?!? I don't even know who you are anymore!?] This piece aims to:

• ensure y'all I'm alive
• iterate my philosophy on 'reality makeover' shows (my dislike is apparent, yes?), specifically 'What not to Wear', as I was reminded of some concepts outlined in here, from a class discussion today
• as a means of distraction, as my mama has gone to Stupidstore to buy me some deodorant, because without it I have been unable to shower (!!!)}

Video and outfit post coming soon!
Stay tuned! 
xoxo

SPOKEN SLAM.

I suppose I have a genetic disposition to forming a kinship with words. Conducting flowery sentences, making them sing (in offbeat timbres, of course) has proved to be an enjoyable task for me from the beginning of my time. Here is my brilliant literacy (heh!) at age five:
*Agi (Ajji) and Api are nicknames used as a term of endearment (derived from the Urdu language). In this specific case, I use them to refer to The Coolest Cousins Ever (Sameea and Shazia Kamal)!



Hmph. And here I was, thinking I've always been the best speller. Well, I've been the best speller from age 6 and beyond; I"am absoltly shure off it.

Speaking of poetry and literary passages, tomorrow I shall be performing spoken word/slam poetry, for the first time as a university student! Past experiences with this magnificent art form have occurred in grade 11 and 12 English honours classes, Acting 12 class...and at a cool cafe in front of a *real* audience last May.
It's part of Islam Awareness Week, happening on campus- I-slam: Expressed. SO SPIFFY how word-play was able to derive from that!
Boonaa Mohammed will also be there!!!!! (This requires far more exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!)
DON'T KNOW WHO BOONAA MOHAMMED IS?!

Here. And you're welcome.




Boonaa Mohammed is a favourite spoken word artist, as well as Sarah Kay.

 BRILLIANT BRILLIANCY. <333333