Um, what o.o (a creative title)

…This is some kind of joke, right?

Just yesterday I wrote a blog post that I would be leaving this blog (Flash Faction) and redirecting to my new one (The Gap Year Challenge). I wake up next morning to a flood of followers on, no, not the new blog, but this one, the one I was supposedly suspending.

Friendly message to online marketers: JUST. PISS. OFFFFF.

Huh. Maybe I should tell everyone I’m leaving The Gap Year Challenge and coming here. Or maybe it was something to do with the tagging. And maybe people are either dumb or not reading my blog (if it’s the latter screw you. leave me alone to cry in peace).

And if any of you recent followers happen to be reading this, maybe comment on why you followed? Because if you want me to buy your “fantastic new product”, I’d like to buy it as much as I’d like to buy a box of condoms in front of my mom. Which is not very much.

The nerve of people these days.

This Blog is suffering from Blog-Neglect, but that’s OK…

…because I made a new one.

Woohoo

This photo again! Sorry, there’s no deep meaning. I just like the lighting 😛

Yep, I’m still alive; I just haven’t been posting here in like, forever.

My new blog more relevant to what’s happening in my life and has more of a “theme” than this “cesspool of thoughts” (as I once called it) does. Besides, this cesspool has dried anyway, and I’d like to invite anyone who still cares into my lagoon of clear musing: The Gap Year Challenge.

Okay, so maybe it isn’t a lagoon, but perhaps you’ll find it has more substance and consistency than Flash Faction. It’s about   success and failure; I try to inject a healthy dose of inspirational material into my posts as much as possible.

Whether you’re not an FF follower, or you’re a follower who’s wondering where I’ve been, do check out The Gap Year Challenge for posts on growth, inspiration, and other less serious issues, like my obsession with LOTR.

Tata! I will be leaving up my previous FF posts just for fun though!

The Big Idea: Chuck Wendig

Sounds worth a read!

Whatever

Ladies and gentlemen,Chuck Wendig has an unusual answer for the question “Where do you get your ideas?” as it relates to his novel Under the Empyrean Sky. Do you dare learn its terrible secrets? Sure, you dare. That’s why you’re here.

CHUCK WENDIG:

Everyone always asks where you get your ideas or where the idea for a particular book came from and honestly, this one? Under the Empyrean Sky?

It started as a joke.

I blog five days out of seven at terribleminds and sometimes the blog posts come easily and other times they come like I’m trying to perform a root canal on a velociraptor and one of the times the blog post came easy was one where I talked about – and asked people to submit their own – SomethingPunk derivatives. You got cyberpunk, dieselpunk, bugpunk, and so forth, and I thought it’d be a…

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The Scare

AHHHH. This picture is supposed to induce horror in the reader and stuff. Is it working? 😀

A vortex of horror

From a moment of bliss

An action so damning

From one deathly kiss

 

A dream gone wrong,

Ten years too soon,

– like a school of dead children –

Causes nightmares behind lids

 

Of a babe bathed in blood

Fettered, festered, fresh

Nights bring no sleep

when praying not

for an undue ghost

to fly forth from the tunnel

and into the light

not in plain sight,

it is not in plain sight.

 

The weight presses down,

like a million cold corpses

With one life ahead

The other life is dead.

 A little poem about teenage pregnancies, the horrors that come with it and the consequences. Be sensible girls! Or as Coach Carr says: DON’T HAVE SEX OR YOU WILL DIE.

(and don’t worry, this isn’t from personal experience hahaha. Well I hope it never will be O.O”)

My Daddy Married a Dragon! (A short poem for parentally disturbed children)

My poem will be LEGENDARY. TAKE THAT, AND THAT, FOUL BEAST. (haha. I’m weird)

My Daddy married a dragon!

With skin as hard as stone

Imagine the shock of my brother and I

When we entered our home!

It sat upon the rough stone floor,

Belching smoke and fire

– We turned to Daddy and told him

That he had built his funeral pyre.

From that day on we lived warily,

Avoiding it when we could

It’s footsteps in the corridors

Made tremors wherever you stood

But one night, my brother and I

Were playing in the hall,

When all at once – a hiss – a thud

My brother lay there sprawled

I needed not to look upwards

To beware of the hideous beast

Licking and smacking its horrible lips

As though we were some sort of feast

“You dare make a mess of the hall?”

It screamed, it’s face contorted, grotesque

And curling its jagged, gnarled old claws

Left us no time to protest

I dashed up the stairs as it chased me,

But what I saw scared me instead,

For lying in a pool of his guts

Lay my father – quite properly dead!

To the right: armour! I grabbed it,

And rushed back, heated as hell.

My father was gone but I wouldn’t let

That beast take my brother as well.

I pulled down my visor, drew out my sword,

Threw blow after blow on those scales,

Ducking, winding, weaving, whatnot,

Dodging the demon’s quick tail.

Finally it fell, oozing hatred and spite,

Behead it I did with one smite.

My brother was well for he picked himself up

And applauded me with great delight

My foolish father! He did have it coming

For wedding that monstrous belle

Both of those simpletons simply forgot

That we are half dragon as well!

Hi everyone! This poem is not meant to indicate that I have a horrible relationship with my parents. I was wondering what it felt like to have parents who aren’t that nice, because I have a cousin who does so that inspired me to write this. And I just thought it would be nice to write a poem about kids who rebel against authority. 😛 Sorry I haven’t posted for so long!

Sluggish Sundays – My War with Laziness

I don’t know about you, but on some days I have a frightening lack of motivation to do anything whatsoever.

I’m sitting here chomping carrots, feeling fat and watching strange videos, completely ignoring the fact that I have a college/uni interview next week to prepare for as well as a language oral on Thursday that counts for 10% of my final grade.

I know I really ought to work, that this is The Right Time to get things done and a part of me tells me that I’ll regret it if I don’t do anything; then the second I risk a glance at the ominous pile of work sitting on my table, every fibre of my being screams in protest. Which invariably leads to me being in a situation where a niggling part of my brain goes “I told you to do your work earlier”.

Possible the most annoying bit is that because I have the nagging feeling that I should be doing homework, I stay at home. This is followed by a day of procrastination, in which I never get any work done, so it turns out that there was no point staying at home anyway and the whole day gets wasted.

Well guess what. I just want to spend ages outdoors frolicking in pretty meadows in the sunshine with some friends and my boyfriend, and then an afternoon running down a beach and swimming, then a next part of the day playing with fluffy animals, and then a warm quiet evening chatting around a campfire with apple juice and marshmallows and sandwiches and pizza and all things bright and edible.

One day, dear readers. One day.

On the other hand, I think it may simply be lack of exercise. I always find that after swimming, I feel like doing lots and lots of work. I have no idea why 😛 I stopped swimming since Christmas, so it’s been a while…time to get healthy – I’m going to join a swimming session on Wednesday!

7 Secrets to Get a Noticed by a Nerd

Never fear – Yasmin is here! Follow your friendly neighborhood boy catcher on a manhunt across the college campus. Need a nerd? Not to worry! Here are ‘7 Secrets to get Noticed by a Nerd’ I have all the insider information. Trust me, I’m an IB student. We’re known for our extravagant social lives.

Nerds. Underdogs now, bosses later (well usually, depending on how high their level of nerdiness is). Highly intelligent creatures with proportionately high money making potential. Who wouldn’t want one? Forget who – let’s get started on how to get one.

DISCLAIMER: If you don’t ‘get’ some of these secrets, it’s most likely due to the fact that it is a reference from a book/movie/TV series you haven’t read/watched. So hit the sci-fi section next time (if ever, that is) you enter a library.

Seven Secrets to Getting a Nerd:

    1. Get to the point straight away. “I find it physically stimulating how socially inept you are” is a great way to start a flirtatious conversation while refraining from looking like a pretentious idiot.
    2. Did I mention there were prerequisites? You have to be smart. Really smart. As smart as them. Preferably smarter. If you’re reading this, and you are taking it seriously, there probably isn’t much hope for you (but you can always continue with your futile task).
    3. Read his enemies Vogon Poetry
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    5. Your love notes have to be utterly devoid of any emotion, e.g. “You’re as hot as a motherboard with faulty CPU fan.”
    6. Play your nerd the A Space Odyssey theme and ask if that can be ‘our song.’
    7. Respect his private space. (He’ll need it for when he’s sitting on a leather swivel chair, poring over his next alluringly evil conspiracy – that’s why you like him, of course).

Yes, that last tip wasn’t a joke, kids. Good luck on your venture.

*This can be deciphered using a digital converter, but if you need one to understand that, you’ll also need a colossal miracle to get you anywhere with your guy. Not meaning to burst your bubble.

Before you friendly compassionate people take me to be a judgmental, label slapping, stereotyping A-hole by typing a large group of people, please take a second to look at yourselves ❤ HAHAHA just kidding. But yeah this was just written for entertainment purposes.

Oh er. Yes. May I add that there are some who don’t require any effort to snag at all?

 

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Writing by hand…

Writing by hand is laborious, and that is why typewriters were invented. But I believe that the labor has virtue, because of its very physicality. For one thing it involves flesh, blood and the thingness of pen and paper, those anchors that remind us that, however thoroughly we lose ourselves in the vortex of our invention, we inhabit a corporeal world.

I’ve always found something more fulfilling in the act of physically writing out words, as opposed to digital word processing (it’s sort of like books vs ebooks). I agree with how, despite the advances in technology, we are still living in a physical environment, and we need to stay in touch with the physical reality. After all, the soul and the physical body are inescapably intertwined, and what is writing but a projection of a part of your soul? For this reason I try to write on paper when I am brainstorming, as it feels like my ideas are becoming almost a physical reality – but I do use digital processing for work I want to share or keep for a long time.

In Brain Pickings’ latest post, writer Mary Gordon explores the deep connection between pen, paper and the writer. Check brain pickings out! It’s a good site for explorers of the mind.

The Bug that saved me from my Existential Crisis

I was on a train, in the middle of a mini existential crisis (they come along every so often) staring at the zombie-like faces of rush hour office workers. Then through the depths of my chasm-like miseries (usually fuelled by the lack of alien invasions/zombie apocalypses/live threatening situations which I deludedly perceive to be fun) my ears made out the sweet sound of someone who could totally relate.

18-year-old Jake Bugg writes with concision and sincerity that is impressive for someone so young. He sings of the gritty urban estate life – a prime breeding ground for feeling empty, if there was any – that he was surrounded by throughout his life, and as a result pens lyrics that hit home perfectly to any fellow existential crisis sufferer. In Trouble Town Bugg sings of being “stuck in speed bump city/where the only thing that’s pretty is the thought of getting out”. These lyrics could correlate to anyone who is “stuck in a rut”, which is the feeling that, in my humble opinion, lays a foundation for feeling empty.

In Lighting Bolt, Jake retells of his encounters with cynicism in: “chances, people tell you not to take chances…I was starting to agree/then I walked suddenly into the path of a lightning bolt”. I’m not sure what this song is about, but from how I see it, it’s about how negative people can be wrong and how your life can take unexpected turns despite it seeming that nothing is getting better. That’s a pretty nice thought to have when you’re in “my life is a vast wasteland of pointlessness” mode.

Finally, in Two Fingers, Bugg recalls his tough past but basically sings a victory song of how he made it out of a rough place in his life. “So I hold two fingers up to yesterday/light a cigarette and wish the world away/I got out, I got out/I’m alive and I’m here to stay”. Now those are the words of a survivor. I take that to be about how, after you get out of your stint of apathy, you should move on and take joy in the fact that life is better.

Man, this guy is good. Perhaps we should stop listening to songs with lyrics like “let’s party every second of the day” or “sex with you is so fun” BECAUSE MAYBE THEY’RE CONTRIBUTING TO WHY WE THINK LIFE SUCKS. HELLO. I mean, if we as a society are going to place so much emphasis on sex, money and partying, no wonder life seems such a bore. It’s because we’re not tapping into the deeper stuff that life is about, like bettering yourself and your situation and getting over hardships.

Bugg ends Two Finger with this outro: “hey, hey it’s fine/hey, hey it’s fine/ I left it behind” and the final few strums of the guitar wrap the song up perfectly. It gives me the feeling that everything is going to be okay, and that bad times pass. Bugg inspires me with his music. If that isn’t the sign of a good songwriter, then I don’t know what is.

Check Jake Bugg out! Here’s Two Fingers:

Valentine’s Day – A letter to the Love God!

Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I think I’ll take the time to appreciate the relationship I have and just to talk about my mushy feels in general. I decided to do that by writing a letter to the God of Love. Only there are so many, I don’t know who to address… ok, how about this?

Dear God/Venus/Cupid/Krishna,

THANK YOU. Oh my gosh, seriously. He’s amazing. Like, everything I could ask for in a guy. Kind, loyal, disciplined, trustworthy, and funny (also, you must have known what you were doing when you made that face 😉 ) He’s like, husband material. Can I keep him forever please?

Also, I’d like to put out a word for all the people who haven’t found someone yet. Please, make them meet the perfect person them sometime soon! Cuz they deserve it. Loving and being loved is wonderful.

Again, THANK YOU for giving me such a lovely boy,

LOVE, Yasmin xox

Hope these guys are listening! Oh wait… they look a little busy. Er um, well, Gods can multi-task wonderfully, I’m sure! [Source: http://www.bonzasheila.com/ ]