I picked this challenge up from a lovely blog I follow- Sometimes Stellar Storyteller – the challenge has originally been posted by Ben Nicholson to base a six word story on a theme. An incredibly difficult task, but a thoroughly rewarding experience! The theme for this week is Loss.
My attempt is:
He still wears his wedding ring.
I really look forward to your comments, and encourage you to look up the challenge!
Lolzzzz. Wateva, I don undrstnd ppl hu ryt lyk dis for no reason.
Even as I type five “words” in what is now apparently a recognised way of communicating, I am quite simply VERY annoyed at myself.
I just got off Facebook and what got me to just shut the app is a post written in gibberish like the above. Why exactly do people convolute a language in this manner?
I can see there being some merit if it were:
Chargeable to type each character, like how I am told the telegram system used to be
Easier to read : surely can’t be easier to read ryt than right?
Easier to type : which it really can’t be with all devices coming with predictive text
Somehow ‘cool’ to mistype words of a language you’re supposedly adept enough to communicate in
Time saving? And what do people do with all the extra time?
Does saying rofl somehow convince the recipient that you’re genuinely rolling on the floor laughing? If someone said ‘ha ha’ or ‘lol’ or ‘rofl’ or ‘lmao’ I would hardly interpret that as an increasingly vociferous response to the joke.
My heart goes out to the kids who are learning English in school now, their script is so corrupted with all the lolzzzz and dayzz and wateva else, they’ll be losing marks like nobody’s business in their tests! And for those who know how to tell incorrect/cool writing from correct/old school writing, it must be tedious to make sure they have the right hat on at the right time!
I’ve decided to write one new minion-inspired blog post every Monday. I stumbled upon this unbelievable wealth of minion quotes on Facebook, and I have a number of reactions to that:
1. Minions are a gift to mankind.
2. Oh my God blog ideas avalanche!
3. Awwwww just look at that pudgy thing! xx
4. Minions read my mind, it’s uncanny
5. There should be a minion version of Siri. Apple, are you listening?
Kicking off Minion Mondays then, here’s my first post in this series.
Source: Facebook page ‘Minion Quotes’
I’m kind of this person, but I know many people who are so much more of this than I am. But don’t we all have that little minion in us who turns into that guy in the picture with the crooked smile.. maybe with our best friend, or sibling, or parents, a colleague?
If I had a choice between annoying my brother and being nice to him, it’s a no brainer. I don’t even need a second to think!
Being nice is a little tedious anyway and not nearly as rewarding as being annoying. Being annoying is relatively low stress (for the annoyer, not the annoyee). Also low investment. And high returns. There’s a bit of risk, say if someone throws something at you in dismay. But then there’s always risk associated with any high return investment :D.
I guess we’ve established that I’m not an angel with a halo and wings. I’m fun 🙂
I was looking through old photographs and I came across my vacation from earlier this year. Yeah I went on holiday in January, it’s a little unusual. On the plus side we caught some nice sunny beaches minus the topless fat men 😀
Few things can motivate me to wake up early. A beautiful sunshot is one.
We stayed in the heart of the bustling city, which gave us easy access to everything Barcelona.
Our favourite find was this nondescript little cafe which served the most scrumptious Spanish omelettes. That, a steaming latte, and an intellectually charged conversation with the husband. A breakfast that run well into lunch time, but such a detox from the daily eat-work-study-sleep-repeat.
Many memories from the trip, a single post wouldn’t do it justice. But I can recommend some experiences to you, and I’ll try to do it through visuals.
Giant stone structures that I’ve never seen anything like. Painstakingly built and carefully tended for, this park is a treasure that one must explore in its entirety. We spent over half a day in here, stayed to watch some fabulous live performances by local artists and brought back recordings to cherish.
I tried uploading a little sample for you, sadly didn’t get adequate support from technology.
Taking a step into the main city, there’s a breathing central street called Passaig de Gracia. The views! We must have crossed this street about 15 times in 4 days. It charmed us every single time, any time of the day.
Hot chocolate at a cafe on Passaig de Gracia. Where I come from, hot chocolate is normally chocolate in milk. This, however, is just pure, molten, sinful chocolate. It’s a crime. But it’s simply not something I’m prepared to attempt to describe in words.
And my favourite part of the trip was the very famous Sagrada Familia Basilica, a huge HUGE church with the most intricate, carefully thought out details.
It’s still at least a few decades from being fully constructed. Apparently the architect envisioned several generations contributing towards building this magnificent church and designed the complexities with this in mind. He is long gone, but the work goes on and this powerful structure continues to attract thousands of visitors like us every day.
Some pictures from the interiors:
The gorgeous dance of colours, all through very clever lighting and positioning relative to the sun. This one is the boss, truly.
All this reminiscing makes me want to go on another holiday, scoop up more culture, gorge on more deliciousness and drink more hot chocolate. It’s a good thing I’m writing this post on a weekend, otherwise the contrast between want-to-do and have-to-do would be so sad it’ll be comical!
As always I was lost in the vortex of ideas that Pinterest has to offer. And then I stumbled on this writing prompt. It freaked me out, and I wanted to give it a go. Let me know what you think.
I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.
Sunny day, great weather for some really amazing ice cream. Cookies and cream.. maybe with glazed hazelnuts. I don’t know though, I haven’t really worked out after last night’s burgers.
SO MANY people on the street. Bloody school holidays, so much effort to just come out for a drive and an ice cream! I can just feel it in my blood. It’s like an itch. Given the crowd here, I can cause a hell of a panic. Cries, chaos, news crews, photos….Maybe I’ll start with the kids. Oh wait, did I get the gun?.. Yeah there it is, ok then.
Look at that little guy in blue. Playing with pebbles. What’s so special about pebbles? If he were to fling pebbles at passers by,maybe sneakily, then I’d be interested to watch. But this chap is just piling them on one another. He’s making plain choices with his life, he’s going to turn into a regular adult with a regular life. If I let him.
Oh his mum looks pretty. Effortlessly pretty in that lovely sundress. I bet she thinks she has complete control of her life with her diets and her workouts. Let’s see…. Shall..we..let..her..live? I’ll make this an objective decision. If I find a nice ice cream worthy of this beautiful day then yes she lives. It’s not my call to make really, it’s up to the ice cream vendor.
Need to choose a nice spot to seat myself first. I need to be comfortable. So do the kids I suppose, they’re going to have a rough day ahead. Well not all of them. Only the ones that aren’t lucky enough to perish right away.
Oh this is a good one! “Kelly’s home made ice cream parlour“. It’s perfect. Quite the queue here! Let me get my ice cream first. It’ll not going to be easy to buy ice cream once I… well.
A large Cookies and Cream please. With chocolate sprinkles and hazelnuts. Thank you.
That is delicious. Mother of boy in blue… You have passed through to round 2! Congratulations..
Oh dear. Another 2000 calories to burn. Never mind, I have an eventful afternoon to look forward to. I am sure there’ll be a police chase of some sort involved. I’ll get a good run then. Now where were we?
Good question, always a good idea to take a step back and think why you’re doing what you’re doing. So two months after I started blogging, my question to myself is- what are you trying you achieve here?
Let’s start with the simpler question. Who am I? I’m a 20-something woman with a strong spirit, a loving family, a geeky job and a wavering mind.
Why am I blogging? Mainly because I wanted to know what all the fuss was about! But also because I’m a keen observer, I notice things in people, in nature, and in me that I think people would relate to. An advantage on the side is that it gives my above mentioned wavering mind a bit of a workout 🙂