Sunday, 30 March 2014

Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock - A Novel by Matthew Quick

I recently finished reading a book (cue surprised gasps from audience). I liked it a lot but I didn't really understand it. Not that the writing was incoherent, but the plot and everything else seemed kind of foggy. It's not a bad book, just I didn't get it.


Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock is a book by Matthew Quick about bullying, depression, suicide and rape (in this case, a male being raped by another male). At first it made me kind of uncomfortable and I considered putting the book away, but I kept on reading anyway because I wanted to know what happened to Leonard.

Leonard is the protagonist of the book. He lives in a highly dysfunctional family - his dad is a former rock star who has fled to Argentina and his mum lives in New York with her boyfriend, a French fashion designer, leaving Leonard alone to inhabit a house in Philadelphia. On his 18th birthday, Leonard sets out to kill his former best friend Asher Beal and then commit suicide using his grandfather's Nazi P38 - but not before he delivers a few gifts to his closest friends.

Leonard is in essence, a bomb about to explode and each gift he gives serves as a countdown to his and Asher's deaths. There's just one small detail - will he actually go through with his plan or will somebody talk him out of it?

There are some rays of sunlight that shine through Leonard's grey cloud of misery like the letters from the future that he writes to himself, that lie dotted around the book. Through these letters we see what Leonard wants in life (a family, a place of his own and most of all... happiness). But there isn't even the shadow of a Disney-esque happy ending.

Leonard's story... I felt sorry for him, for his suffering and for everything else but I didn't really understand. In ways, he was bringing this unto himself. Although he views Asher as his tormentor, in some ways Asher is in fact the victim.

This book gets an "ehh" reaction from me.

B+

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Metamorphoses.

It's fascinating really, what we can learn from looking back on our pasts.

I used to be a small girl with hair cut in a bob who chattered eagerly on the way back home from school. I'd talk about what I did in school, how my day went, what games I played in the playground... and my mum would tell me to be quiet. She would call me a chatterbox and tousle my hair playfully.
Now I sit quietly on the bus with my earphones in. I don't talk a lot, only with my closest friends. And at the dinner table, I sit quietly and shovel food into my mouth. My mum needs to prompt me to talk. I have words, I do know what I want to say. I guess I'm waiting for opportunity to come.

I used to laugh in the playground, at peace with the world and I would sing silly nursery rhymes as I one two buckle my shoe-ed around the courtyard with my skipping rope. I would play power rangers (I was always the pink one) with my friends. I usually hung out with boys even though it meant I was at risk of catching boy germs.
And now... I'm awkward. I still like playgrounds, but they're not as nice as they once were. The tarmac is harder than I remember, colder and less welcoming. Power rangers isn't cool and boys aren't really our friends - they're more like silent eyes, judging you and snickering in the distance.

I used to walk around without a care in the world. And now I'm a self-conscious person who constantly picks at her clothes, staring down at the ground, eyes lowered.

Bleh.



Tuesday, 25 March 2014

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations

I swear I'm not dead. My blog has just been backtracked a bit with all the things going on at the moment - homework, tests (or "quizzes", as the teachers call them), projects, spirit week, sleeping, thinking, eating, drinking, etc, etc.

Prepare for word vomit (you have three seconds to click away if you dislike my word vomit posts).
Don't say I didn't warn you.

(I tried to separate this stuff into categories but it doesn't really make it better.)

Spirit week
So today was fictional character day and let's just say it was okay. I was going to be Daria because she's one of my idols (not sure if it's a good thing that my idol is an apathetic teenage girl who wears large glasses and combat boots, but oh well) and she's funny (but not that she tries to be, she just is). Then I realised I didn't own a black skirt, a green jacket or an orange shirt. Or combat boots. The only things I had in common with her were a)glasses and b)sarcasm. So then I tried to be Jane Lane and that didn't work either, so I ended up being Misty (If you don't know who that is, shame on you. Did you not have a childhood?)
I feel like my costume was good, but I didn't have a pokeball or a pokemon or red shoes. Or red hair. So a lot of people thought I was a minion. Which was... slightly infuriating, considering the fact I spent the majority of last night running around frantically trying to find something to wear.
But anyway - tomorrow is career day, and then it's colour day. For career day I'm going to be a spy, along with Anvita (http://musicandlemondrops.blogspot.com). Because I'm so mature. I'm probably going to end up sneaking around the school all day like a burglar. Oh well.

Books
That stage between books is the most awkward thing to ever experience. There's a sort of nostalgia involved with the book you just finished, but at the same time you kind of want to move on. It's strange. I'm not sure if I like that feeling or not, it's bitter-sweet. Ehh. I am currently reading The Fault In Our Stars by John Green and it's one of my favourite books ever. I'm pretty sure that John Green is going to conquer the world and become supreme president dictator of earth through his books. But whatever. They're interesting.
For English we're supposed to check out at least two books to read during the holiday to combat this stage in between books (which I think is a good idea). Any suggestions are welcome.

Movies and going out
I have this urge to go shopping and watch movies and eat and have Starbucks with my friends over the weekend but there are two reasons why I can't: 1) I can't afford half the stuff I want to buy, 2) I feel guilty spending money (it doesn't matter whether it's mine or my parents) and 3) I also want to just stay at home and sleep and read blogs and stay in pyjamas all day. It's confusing.

Boys boys boys
Every once in a while you see one really, really good looking boy. And then your insides explode. This happens to me on an increasingly regular basis. The only problem is I'm too awkward to go say hi and they're probably a complete stranger to me. Which then makes my head and heart battle over what to do. Aka this happens:
Head: STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER
Heart: Ahhhhhh catch me I'm fainting
It doesn't really matter though, because it's not love - it's just lust. And as soon as I look away it's as if they never existed.

Youtube
Youtube is magical. There's so much stuff there - from DIYs to book/product/game/movie reviews to vlogs to sketch comedy... there's something there for everyone. Which is actually a problem for me since I have so many interests.
The related videos section doesn't help either - click click click click and the next thing you know it's midnight and I should probably go to sleep if I don't want to look like a zombie the next day.

note: I do not edit word vomit posts so if there are any typos or grammar mistakes, now you know why

Thursday, 20 March 2014

A response of sorts, to four cartons of milk.

Here's something I came up with a while ago. Somewhat a sequel or a companion read to Ashley's post (click here to read). It's still in the workshop-ing process but I decided to publish it here anyways. Please leave any suggestions below!

Part I
I stared down at my white notebook covered with designs etched on with black sharpie. Each doodle was like a piece of my heart -  a moment in time, frozen in pure bliss and happy laughs. As I withdrew from my "happy place", my friends came out. 
I never left them behind, I knew how it felt. How it felt to have your heart torn out and stomped on. How it felt to know that your "friends" were whispering about you. How it felt to feel that you were insignificant. 
They motioned for me to follow them, and so I did, watching them flip their hair and flirt with boys. I pushed my glasses further up my nose and added a new doodle to my notebook. 

Part II, section 1
I watched my friend cry and I felt nothing run through me. No pain, no guilt, no sadness, no empathy. I patted her on the back awkwardly. I watched her pull out another tears and dry her tears. Making people happy was something I was good at and it made me feel happy to cheer them up. I patted her on the back again, and smiled at her. It wasn't so much a smile of glee or happiness - not even a smile that expressed sympathy. Simply, a smile that showed thereness
She stood up and looked me in the eyes. They were startling dark and steely. 
"Get away from me," she snarled. 
I ran. 

Part II, section 2
"Stop! Come back." 
I turned and saw her chasing after me. She looked like an emotional train wreck: black tears, pale face, bloodshot eyes. She was clearly hormonal and not in control of her emotions. 
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
And that was enough for me. 

Part III
I'd given up. Too many holes inside of me, not enough words of thanks to fill them up. I was like a volcano about to erupt. I had realised that sometimes I was hormonal, sometimes I didn't wait, sometimes I snapped. But most of the time I was fine, I was kind, I waited, I helped. 
My friends were fine, living lives of beautiful ignorance, completely oblivious to the war going on inside of me, to the wonderful lies I spun everyday. They were nice enough, but reminded me of the ways cars drove in action movies - swerving rapidly between two sides of the road. Good and bad. Happy and sad. 
I just wanted to be alone. 

Part IV
There was nothing for me to do, I was an aeroplane doomed to crash and burn. I was always left alone, that one kid in the class treated as a dangerous animal. I was caged up by my loneliness and I screamed as my friends stared at me, clicking away at their cameras, oohing and aahing. I paired up with another boy in my class. Another outsider. I acted like it was fine, but it wasn't. 
I had been trodden on so many times, and now I couldn't get up anymore. I was stuck, pinned down by my agony and my isolation from others. 
Nothing matters to me anymore. My problems are nothing compared with what others are facing. I'm not important. 
Maybe I'll be rich, maybe I'll be poor. Maybe I'll be happy, or maybe I'll just act happy while locking my sadness away forever. But what does it all matter? 
We're all going to die anyway.

EDIT: This is not about anybody I know. I've been asked to change it but I decided not to, but here's a disclaimer anyways.  Every single part of this post is completely fictional. The girl doesn't exist, her friends don't exist, her problems don't exist. The only part of this post that is true is the fact that we're all going to die. 

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

5,6,7,8. Favourite TV show, favourite movie, turning point in your life, favourite outfit.

I'm sorry for not posting but I suddenly realised how bad I am at drawing
I'm so sorry for doing this to your eyes

5. Favourite TV show
I really like Sherlock but since you've already seen the results of my attempt at drawing Benedict Cumberbatch I decided it would be better to "draw" a quote.

6. Favourite movie
Frozen is one of my favourite Disney movies to date, next to Mulan, Hercules and Tangled. So it makes sense that I would draw it. Excuse the arrow, I have an obsession with drawing them.
Such bad photo quality.

7. A turning point in your life
In case you can't tell, it's a plane transporting me from England to Singapore. 
This is even worse than the previous picture.

8. Favourite outfit
I actually have quite okay fashion taste but it's all way out of the price range of stuff I can afford. Which explains why I always wear t-shirts and shorts. People with extra clothes, please donate to me. 
Btw I'm wearing suspenders which are hand-me-downs from none other than my mum. *cue laughter from audience* I wear them to make statements that I wouldn't have the courage to say verbally. 
Yes, this fashion move is borrowed from the hipsters. They look cool okay? Don't judge me. 
Ouch you're judging me so hard. 
#coolerthanyou
Hopefully there will soon be some prompts that I will actually be able to draw properly. 
I took observational drawing once, I want to know where my talent went. 

Word Vomit

*sorry for disturbing visual*

I have nothing to write about, but here I am anyway. If you haven't noticed, I changed my page font. Layout editing is fun(ish).

I currently have nothing to read at all which is a bit disappointing. But I finished Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen which had a good plot but I really didn't like Ella's character at all. I don't know why but I just felt frustrated with her all the time.

The drawing challenge is so hard and I really don't want to do it anymore, but at the same time I feel like it is my duty to finish it. Why do I do this to myself? *slumps in corner and sobs uncontrollably*

Also I really want to sing but I can't. I open my mouth and I sound like a moaning, screaming thing. Mash up the sounds that whales make with Let it Go or any other Disney song and that's me in the shower. Working on my "singing" skills.
Wish I could take singing lessons

I went swimming today, which felt good. Feels like time passes slower underwater, which is kind of good for thinking. There's a lot to think about, and water makes me productive. Especially if it's greenish-blue with sunbeams coming through it. Kind of like the pictures on tumblr.

Now picture me floating around here in some zen, yoga-ish position.
I feel like binge-watching Sherlock from the very start to His Last Vow. Unfortunately I already know what happens so there's no real point. What's worse is season four isn't expected to come out until 2016. Why? *screams into the universe*

End

Friday, 14 March 2014

2+3. Your favourite book character(s)+A quote you like

I didn't post yesterday, sorry. Whoops.
So I'm posting now.

I'm really terrible at drawing in general, so naturally I botched my favourite book characters. But I think I did well with the quote ^_^

The writing is hard to read. From left to right: Katniss (Hunger Games), Hermione (Harry Potter) and Liesel Meminger (The Book Thief)
And now for the quote.
If you didn't know already, I'm kind of obsessed with Sherlock (if you've never heard of Sherlock, I'm disappointed in you. If you have heard of it but haven't watched it, google it and watch it, you're missing out on a lot). So, I illustrated a quote from Sherlock (Season 2, A Scandal in Belgravia). It's my best work, I'm really proud of it.
Behold...
"Brainy is the new sexy." -Irene Adler (Sherlock season 2, A Scandal in Belgravia)
Just kidding. That is a terrible silhouette of Benedict Cumberbatch (again, if you haven't heard of him - I'm disappointed in you). So I illustrated another quote and this one came out better.
Quote by Oscar Wilde.
If you haven't noticed already, the photo quality of my drawings is pretty poor. That's because I draw them, take a picture on Photo Booth, and edit on iPhoto.
I would scan the drawings, but my printer doesn't function properly as a scanner. I'm sowwy -_-

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

2. Favourite Animal

I'm back with more terrible drawings.
Note: I tried drawing a panda because they're my favourite animal, but failed miserably. So here's a cat instead. Meow.

Small picture because it's terrible.

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

1. Myself

Okay, so this drawing challenge.
It is harder than I expected.
Somehow I managed to completely overestimate my drawing skills and my self-esteem is now rock bottom after going to a few deviantart accounts and various other places for inspiration.
Yes I need inspiration to draw myself.

Look at this. What is this sorcery?!
Seriously.
(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/168/b/d/cute_ulzzang_girl_by_hanisaki-d3j5mjx.jpg)
And this. 
This belongs in a museum, not on Google images.
(http://topwalls.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/cute-girl-face-drawing-abstract.jpg)
And this thingy. 
So. This person is amazing at drawing, and knows how to do hair? Whyyyyy?!
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m86x778cqQ1qbeqcyo1_500.jpg)
And this. 
I want this person's hands. Wait. What.
(http://data1.whicdn.com/images/37392142/original.jpg)

But I drew anyway, because I said I would do the drawing challenge so I will do the drawing challenge. Prepare to be scarred for life. 

 
No that's not how I stand. But the legs looked like spaghetti, so that's how I drew them to save myself the pain.
Please nobody ever ask me to draw again. 

Monday, 10 March 2014

Finish line

Day 30: List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for

  1. My writing ^_^
  2. This blog - hopefully before I die I'll have gathered a group of regulars who read my blog on a weekly basis. 
  3. My "amazing" singing 
  4. The doodles I draw in my notebook + the occasional inspirational quote
  5. My sense of humour (despite the numerous jokes I tell that often turn out to be quite bad)
  6. My karate skills (i.e. tying my belt without punching myself in the nose)
  7. Sarcasm. 
  8. My smile (I think I could do a toothpaste commercial, if I wanted to)
  9. My intense love of Sherlock, Harry Potter and Frozen. 
  10. My signature eyebrow raise. 
I was expecting this to be deep but it ended up being very light and sarcastic. 
Oops. 

Saturday, 8 March 2014

New challenge, but not yet.

Starting from Tuesday (11th March) I'm going to be doing a drawing challenge - it lasts for 30 days, just like the challenge I've just finished (well almost). 

Unlike before, I'll post all my prompts before I start so you can join me along this journey. Hopefully, I'll finish this one in 30 days, since the other challenge I did actually lasted for three months. 

No, I am not remotely good at drawing. So here's something you can use to mock me with. 


Day 29 of the 30 day blogging challenge

Getting. Closer.

Day 29: What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
I find that many people think that I'm either a) the stereotypical asian person - nerdy and anti-social or b) a stuck-up, rude person.
Which I'm not.
I do really like reading and I guess I am a little bit anti-social. But there's more to me than that, I think I have a bubbly personality and I make quite a few bad jokes whenever I talk to people (that's how hard I try to be liked aha).
And I'm not stuck up. No. Just no.

How to get rid of writer's block

Writer's block. Sigh. Once it comes it's hard to get rid of, but here I have compiled a list of ways to put an end to it. I've put an example that I wrote underneath each one. And yes, this list is as much intended for me as it is for you. Enjoy.

  • 1: Write a letter to writer's block about why you're breaking up with him/her.

Dear Writer's Block, 

It's not you, it's me. Actually, it is you. I can't handle it anymore. I want to go out and see my friends Journal and Pen but you never let me. Whenever I go to see Writing you frantically call and text me, asking where I am, just as I get to the interesting parts of the conversation. 

I need a bit of personal time to spend doing whatever I wish. We should spend some time apart. It's been a long time since I spent some quality time with Writing, Journal and Pen. We used to be so close - we were best mates, but now we've drifted apart. This may sound harsh, but you're the reason that our group has disintegrated. 

When you first came into my life, I was quite relieved. I spent time outdoors in the fresh air, exercising and getting rid of the awful headache and back-ache I had. I quite enjoyed that day. I thought to myself: "What's one day without Writing?". Soon enough, one day turned into two days, which turned into a week, a month, two months. I became bored - with you, with myself, with everything I laid my eyes on. I spent my time on Tumblr and Polyvore, refreshing the page every five minutes. I had nothing to do, nothing that would help me relax. 

I crave the excitement that Writing brings to me - I NEED the excitement Writing brings me. We're breaking up. 

Wishing you all the best in for the future,
Florence

  • 2: Write a letter to your past/future self (for the sake of this example, I'm writing to myself 10 years in the future - but what you write to is up to you).
Dear Future Me, 

How's life? Life is pretty simple here, back when you were 13. Good job on surviving high school - middle school's pretty tough by itself. Have you gotten into university? If not, don't worry, keep trying. Don't ever give up. It might seem like the road ahead is rough and rocky, but it gets better and soon enough you'll be on a nice pavement or a nice clean road. 

Is Sherlock still a legitimate show that's still on air? Is Benedict Cumberbatch still a relevant person? Have you been to the US yet (if you got into a university in the US, congratulations). Is Apple still a leading technological innovator, or is it a thing of the past? 

I'm hoping you don't procrastinate as much as I do. If you're a terrible procrastinator, don't be too harsh on yourself. Set goals - before you do anything, sit down and make a list of the things you must get finished, then start finishing things! Here's a toast to you getting rid of your procrastination habits (if you already have, here's a toast to you being amazing). 

Do you still write on your (my) blog? What do you write about? Do you get writers block? If you're a famous writer or a famous writer in the making or even just a stay-at-home blogger - I hope you haven't forgotten where you began... 

Future me, I hope you take care of yourself. We've beaten ourselves up a number of times. We have fallen face first, drowned in our problems, cried at night. Somewhere between you and me, I can tell that we've figured stuff out - how to be happy, how to stand up after falling, how to get over our problems. Good job. 

Love from your younger, 13-year-old, sarcastic, geeky, hopeful, not-sporty-at-all self, 
Florence
(P.S. What karate belt are you on? Can you run a mile without feeling like the living dead?)


  • 3: Make your writing pretty.
Plain old black/blue and white can get boring, so write in different coloured pens. If you write on the computer, use different fonts. Lastly, if you have nothing to write - look for quotes that you like and copy them down in different fonts or lettering. 
  • 4: Do something else.
Doing something else is one of the easiest ways to get your mind off the problems you face while writing. I keep a book that I stick pretty pictures in, and sometimes I work on my lookbook. It doesn't really matter what you're in to, just do something other than writing. The only problem with this tip is that sometimes you forget about the writing. 
  • 5: Write anything. Even if it's absolute rubbish.
The heart is like a plastic bag. It can be stepped on, trodden on, bulldozed over, and it will still be okay for the moment. But mistreat it too often and it will show signs of wear and tear - rips will form, the material will get thinner and holes will emerge... until one day it gets to be too much and the plastic bag breaks. 

Kindred hearts and souls that care are like trees. Increasingly rare to come by, and a refreshing break from the concrete jungle that is our everyday lives. 

Friends are like coins. There are two sides to them - good and bad. When they're bad, they're the worst enemies you'll ever meet. They know all your secrets and are most likely not afraid to sell them for more secrets in return. They'll gossip behind your back and pull out honey-coated knives as soon as you turn away. But when they're good, they're great - like second a second sister or brother. You can pour out your soul to them and they'll nod sympathetically. Stain their shirt with your tears? They won't so much as bat an eyelash, let alone ask you to pay their dry-cleaning bill. 

There are many strange contradictions and interesting similes or metaphors to explore in our world. 
  • 6: Make up an imaginary friend, and hold a conversation with them. 
This sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it works. Make up a name for your imaginary friend - call them Bob if you're feeling uninspired. Write a letter to them. By the way, your imaginary friend is a true fan and they love anything you write, so no worries about him/her criticizing every word you write.

  • 7: Rant. Write swear words if it helps.
I. HATE. BUGS. They're everywhere and I get so many bites and even though I practically take showers in bug repellent they still manage to track me down and suck out my soul via my veins. alkfjdaoifuadslafmsdfdsufaodi *bashes head on keyboard*

So there it is. Seven methods for beating writers block, complete with five examples. Please, somebody nominate me for a prestigious award or something. 

Why I'm not sorry for neglecting the blogging challenge

So. This blogging challenge. I haven't done it for a few days, and I'm absolutely not sorry at all for neglecting it.
Why? Because, truth be told, I have better things to do. *audience gasps in shock and horror*

So far I've been working on stressing over my maths test, falling off of my chair when I see my math grade, finishing Spanish, tearing my hair out over the fact I took too many stickies while reading The Book Thief, frantically drinking water while working on my lab report and trying not to trip on my own feet while running laps in PE.

So, I've had a bit of time to mull over this blog challenge (Yes I managed to give myself time to think - what do you think I do in bed, sleep?). I was pretty close to giving up but I've decided to keep on going - I'm so close to the finish line it would be ridiculous if I decided to quit. The last time I posted a challenge post was on Wednesday and now I have a bit of time, I think I'll write out a post. So, here it is. Correction, here they are. Days 26, 27 and 28 of the 30 day blogging challenge. 2 more days to go.

Day 26: What popular notion do you think the world has wrong?
There are so many popular notions that I find absolutely disgusting. So I'm going to give you the privilege of hearing me rant.

  1. How women should look. I am so sick and tired of people thinking that all women must look like hourglasses, with curvy hips and no body hair (we do grow hair in places other than our heads). Not to mention white teeth that look like they belong in a toothpaste commercial, hair that belongs in shampoo commercials and bodies that belong in plastic boxes labelled "Barbie". We don't have to be size 0s to be beautiful, and I think it's high time that society accepts that. For more rants on this issue, click here, here, here or here. Knock yourself out, enjoy the rants.
  2. By earning enough money to support yourself and buy things, you are making yourself happy. Material wealth does NOT equal happiness. Money cannot buy happiness. Sure, you've got yourself a nice new iPhone, a huge house, a car (preferably something shiny that you would find in a car magazine and preferably something that normal, ordinary people wouldn't buy since it's so impractical), a cleaning team of 4 maids to keep your house spotless and shiny things to fill your house. But, what happens when you die? Death does come knocking on everybody's door, no matter how rich or poor they are (or how shiny and big their house is). What will you leave behind - other than your stacks of money? Sure - maybe you'll get a rush of superficial happiness when you buy something new. But there is a saying from Songhai - "He who has more rags has more lice". Basically, the more things you own the more problems you have. 
  3. Finding "the one". One of the things that I think portrays the most unhealthy image of love is Disney. Princess meets Prince, they fall in love, get married, live happily ever after. What - no first date, no getting to know each other, no taking things step by step? Wow. So now little girls are growing up into teenagers who expect to experience love at first sight - and then they get crushed when they realise that love at first sight doesn't exist. Fortunately, the days of "old" Disney are over and now films like Frozen are teaching young girls that sometimes, it just doesn't make sense to marry someone you just met. 
It's about time, Disney.

Day 27: What is your favourite part of your body and why?
On a superficial level, I quite like my hair because it doesn't get tangled while I sleep, which saves some hair-combing time in the morning. But it's a bit thin and goes limp after a while so I have to keep re-tying it otherwise my ponytail droops like the ears on a sad puppy. Well, there are pros and cons to everything.
However on a deeper level, I like my brain and my heart. Why? My brain is the cool, rational side of me that helps me do well in school and make logical decisions. It also keeps my body running, so that's a huge plus. If I had to draw my brain as a person, I would draw it with glasses (like me!). My heart is the other side of me that listens to what people say and cares about what people think about me. If I had to draw my heart as a person, it would probably be a girl experiencing major mood swings - happy and carefree one moment, then emotional and in tears, then supportive and strong. Haha.

Day 28: What is your love language?
Note: I cheated on this question and took a couple of quizzes. After that I found that my love language appears to be Words of Affirmation. And what does that mean, exactly? It means that I need to feel appreciated. Compliments, encouragement, words of appreciation and kind/humble words are all ways to show love to me.
Ehem.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Back to the challenge at hand

I'm really bad at this blogging challenge whoops there goes another 15 days of not writing anything~

Day 25: If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat?
I really really love food so this is a great prompt! I personally feel like I would gravitate towards eating dinner with an author... drumroll please for JK Rowling!
And what would we eat? Probably roast chicken (or something else that Molly Weasley would cook). But the main course isn't what excites me most... We'd definitely drink butterbeer and pumpkin juice. For dessert I would probably stuff my face with everything and anything from Honeydukes.

Edit: I was doing some stalking on Google, just to see what came up when I searched for my blog name. I was pleasantly surprised by the results.

It's me - I'm in the top 3 results!
So then I searched for my blog name, not just the URL. I'm still up there though - with my latest blog post. (BTW yes I clicked on it,  just so it was highlighted for you to see)