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

…because I made a new one.


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!


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?


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:

Cloud Atlas: Whitewashing, my ass!

So I’m all for equality in representation of all races in media: as I have mentioned before, the media is extremely influential in shaping our views – more influential than many give credit for.

But I say accusing Cloud Atlas of whitewashing/yellow-face is a ignorant overreaction.

Firstly, there is a mix of races in the cast: white, black and asian. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a cast with any leading asians at all, suggesting that the Cloud Atlas casting team might not be ‘racist’.

Next: fine, some asian characters are white people dressing as asians – but there are asians playing white characters too! This shows that there must have been some reason to the race makeup, that emphasizes the deeper meaning of the story.

What is that deeper meaning? Well, in Cloud Atlas, the characters all portrayed by one actor generally have the same roles in each plot (e.g. Hugo Weaving was ‘the bad guy’ in every story, and Halle Berry was always the hero, or the romantic couples in each story are played by the same actors). This taps into the major theme of reincarnation in Cloud Atlas, showing that one soul can take many forms through its lifetimes, despite gender – or race.

So to all those critics, try to put things into perspective and fully understand the movie, before labeling the movie as ‘offensive’ just because the actors get to dress up as other races.

Click on the picture for the full infographic! All credit goes to KC-Eazyworld, whose site you will be directed to.

The Home Where I Live

I’d like to think that the place where I live would be quite pretty, especially if it was unmarred by urbanisation.

My house directly faces a stream, which trickles over the rocks and is bordered by a neatly trimmed hedge. On some days, the sunlight bounces off the water and makes our house glow. On some summer nights, fireflies glint amongst the rushes. Right across the stream is a tree with wide, spreading branches, seeming as though it would like to hug our house. Behind that is a small farm, and beyond that – as the Water Rat from ‘A Wind in the Willows’ said – is the Wild Wood.

The Wide World doesn’t keep its distance though. The city I live in is constantly under ‘development’. Concrete mixtures ooze out from noisy trucks – down go the trees, up come the houses; they keep trying to cut down the poor tree in front of our house, but we’ve always managed to stop them. And the dirt goes into the river. Construction workers’ boots, bags of unused plastic powder, rocks, bricks, plastic cups, cutlery and cartons – the list goes on.

Do we move out, or put up a fight? We can’t keep running, can we? But how do we stop them? How can we tell them that we deserve to live in a beautiful world, that money is not as important?

Ok, so the streams down below but I can't find I picture of it. Some other time; I'm not the best photographer anyway.

Ok, so the streams down below but I can’t find I picture of it. Some other time; I’m not the best photographer anyway!