Tag: writing

  • A Controversy For Your Collection, Mr. President

    Dear (Mr.) President of the USA, (controversy, obviously) I’d like you to trade places with me for a day. When you’re in my body and start to live your life, you’ll inevitably notice a lot of things. First off, you will wake up in stifling heat, your bedclothes pasted to you, by glue it’d seem. →

  • Dial 800-TAMPON (Or When A Psycho Calls)

    *ring ring* “Hello, who is this?” “OhmyGOD hun I’m so glad you’re home! I have to tell you something dynamite! Ok so I’ll start with what happened yesterday!” “- excuse me? Wh-who is this?” “HUN I have no time to play your little games right now, just listen to what I have to say. Shut →

  • Blogging For Squirrels…And OCD

    An ode to blogging. – To the fish in the river, and the fish in the sea “Why do you live in water?” “Ahh, you’d be pretty shocked if we walked, you see.” – To the kangaroo (addressing her pouch are we) “Why do you keep little joey chest to chest?” “Because then I can’t possibly →

  • Broccoli Yes, Ryan Gosling No

    The ‘I Am Sort of Weird’ List: Basically, I’m different from a lot of people my age, and here’s how. I love love LOVE broccoli. With cheese, without, steamed, boiled, mushy, anything. I don’t like Ryan Gosling. Repeat. Do not. Never have, never will. I think about things on various levels. For eg, I picture myself →

  • The Angel Who Broke A Wing…And Wobbled

    My last post was all about romance novels in the ‘Fallen Angel’ category; quite a bitter little post I must admit. But it did inspire me to imagine what I would write about, if I were ever to step into the divinely murky waters of fallen angels and their world on earth. First off, my main lead →

  • I Want To Touch My Boyfriend’s Wings…

    She said, “You’re an angel!” My sister, sitting right next to me, (annoyingly so, in fact) was chattering incessantly about the new love-of-her-life Daniel Gregori or Greogri or Greg, something. His flawless features, blond hair, perfect lazy (bitchy) smile and oh, angel wings. Also, his unfortunate non existence.  I’ve read a couple of swooning romances →

  • Having Tea With The Tsar In A Cottage On The Nile…?

    I want to have wings on my feet. I want to…explore. I want to have breakfast in a river side cafe in Paris and lunch in a crowded sweet-smelling farmers market in California.  I want to live out of my suitcase; I don’t have a problem washing my clothes in a stream in Japan while stunned →

  • Heirate mich! Hooking Up With The Berlin Wall…And More

    So…stranded in a strange country with no monies and no food? Gulp. Being stuck in a foreign country where the locals speak English would be way too easy. I could just seek out a kindred looking spirit, ask to use their cell phone and call my family or the nearest embassy, and get rescued. So to →

  • Dragon’s Loyalty Award!

    Oh my oh my! The Dragon’s Loyalty Award! I’m hoping this comes complete with a stone castle, emeralds as big as my palm and of course my perfect prince… On a serious note, WOW. This is one of the coolest awards I’ve received, and all thanks to Arman at Corporate Skirts. You’re a sweetheart! ❤ →

  • “Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

    “Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” Dumbledore’s ‘signature’ dialogue, which in a way opens and closes the Harry Potter series. Since the phrase refers to the four houses, I’ll let my mind ponder over the possibilities… NITWIT…RAVENCLAW: After being sorted, I would be ecstatic. Actually, since I’d be so brilliant, I would just politely and demurely congratulate →

  • Trees Can’t Swim, Or Climb Mountains

    I’m a foresty kind of person. You know what I mean. Thick undergrowth underfoot, littered with roots and leaves. The very low incessant humming and buzzing of all the tiny lives that live there: beetles tapping on wood, spiders spinning their homes, constructing new identities everyday. The trees overhead, growing together, clustering branches and foliage, soaking up the sun, →

  • The Perfect Salad: Lettuce, Tomatoes, Dead Bird?

    So, imagine a nice cosy winter’s evening, a candle lit dinner and your partner. You set the plates and the food that you’ve slaved over all day. The only thing that you bought from the store was ‘fresh’ baby leaves rocket salad which you set lovingly in a glass dish. And then you see a →

  • Demons On A Warm Summer’s Day!

    We fear what we do not understand, and most of all, we fear the unknown, the intangible. Dream sequence. A bright summer’s day and I’m standing on a mountain. From the very peak, I can see below and there are rivers and trees and hills and sunlight. I feel content, and am just about to →

  • For All The Sick Penguins Out There…

    I shall compare private and public healthcare (for my country) using a delightful metaphor that involves penguins. So, first are the really fat penguins who give government healthcare. They finance themselves using taxes, which they increase each year to support different endeavours. These are the ones who have all the fish, and the big kahuna, or lord →

  • Do Not Drink Wine – Like A Savage!

    “Flangiprop” Hmm. I’ve been reading Game of Thrones lately so this word reminds me of fantastical things. ‘Flangi’ reminds me of flagons and the word mangy simultaneously, while ‘prop’ makes me think of propriety and etiquette. Overall the word makes me think of a master, or teacher. No Game of Thrones influence at all…yeah right. So basically, →

  • I Opened A Different Sort Of Window Entirely…

      Through the Window? Right outside my window, a clear blue streams gurgles past. It takes along with it odd, smooth, glassine pebbles, some leaves and the occasional lizard. I can hear the tiny tick tick noises the reptilians make when trying to cling onto the bank with miniature nails. Their holds don’t stick, and →

  • Sorry Yeats, I Died…

    Ahh, my eulogy… Here lies an unusual eighteen year old. She loved life, but she didn’t fear death, because Albus Dumbledore taught her that “to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” In death, she wanted to leave something behind for future generations, so they could learn and not make the →

  • Hello, Liebster. We Meet At Last…!

    Could this day get any better? So much got done, I feel like a productive person today, which is sort of an alien feeling…I came to the blog and found an amazing surprise! Laekanzeakemp nominated me for the Liebster Award. YAY *jumps*. I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now. Two things I love are comments on →

  • …Meanwhile, In Lahore: Humans Are The Worst Kind Of Animals

    I feel so lucky. Last night, on my way home I saw something on the road that instantly made me want to cry and be grateful simultaneously. He was a man, and not one at the same time. He crawled on all fours, walking like an animal, in between the cars, begging for change. When →

  • You’re Anything But Ordinary…

    Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary. – Oscar Wilde Fall in love with someone who is/can be: Your best friend. Your ultimate confidant.  A really soft punching bag. A hugger. A pet (actions include snuggling, cuddling and puppy eyes) A cry-into-pillow. Superman. A realistic dreamer (paradoxically…) Your moral conscience, at parties and →

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