Beauty & Brains

[Taken at University Library on my HTC hd desire.]

I don't know what's going on with this unusual warm weather in London today, all I know is I'm spending my day at the library completing essays. Okay, I'm lying...I spent most of my afternoon sitting by the river eating Tuna Cucumber sandwiches and Doritos with my classmates, but it's time to get serious now lol. I keep reminding myself,: good grades will get you a good job which will pay the expensive shoe bills, let's not slack and get our brains on. Intelligence is sexy! ;)

Happy International Women’s day.

Let’s continue to inspire each other everyday and be the best daughter/sister/wife and friend you can be. 

W. x

Re-Introducing, Hilary Banks.

"Wahiba, you've been watching this show since the day you were born, when will you ever get sick of it?" my mum asks frustratingly in Somali as I continue to watch re-runs of The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air 20 years later. Until this day, I don't think any show could match up to Fresh Prince, I could go on all day about the fantastic humour from the legendary Will Smith and co but let's stick to the fabulous fashion from Hilary Banks.

My infatuation with Hilary, played by actress Karyn Parsons started a long time ago and I still don't understand how underrated her style was. If I had to pick one person, I'd say that she is my style icon. I always try to keep my outfits stylish yet classy and I think Hilary was all about that.  I loved the chic Chanel suits and matching top hats but then there was another side to her which was a lot more simple, but I loved the simplicity and tailoring of her outfits. Hilary was never 'try hard'. She had effortless yet perfect looking hair and I think her bubbly personality was just the icing on top.

"Exotic broads lobbying, Spanish, Somalian Fly"

[London Underground: Where I tend to spend most of my day travelling!]

After a long day at Uni, followed by some fun in the SU with my classmates, I met up a few of my close friends for birthday celebrations which turned out to be quite an Arabian night. We went to the lovely Abu Zaad in West London for some middle eastern food followed by a belly dancing show. I literally woke up the next morning feeling like I did 1000 sit ups the night before - I hadn't laughed that much in so long! 

The belly dancer was quite a performer and didn't fail to embarrass me by constantly inviting me to dance with her. My friends were loving it and entertained it more by cheering me on! So under peer pressure at the age of TWENTY! (please don't judge me lol) I reached to tie my belt around her O__O body and she grabbed my hand and literally forced me on the stage. I, of course ran back to my seat, dying of embarrassment. 

I really don't know how she knew but she told me after the show that she knows a belly dancer when she sees one. WHO told her I did belly dancing classes?! Surely that little hand movement couldn't have been the clue? lol