the 20th day!

Writing Challenge Day 20: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.

 

It took me a while to think about what my ‘prized’ possession actually is. But I came up with this conclusion: everything!

Yes, I think maybe everything I have could be my prized possession, everything has it’s unique value, it could be a flimsy cardboard box but it’s the value you attach to it… it might be a cardboard box to me but to you it might be the first little den your cat was brought in.

But anyway for the sake of today’s topic I’ll randomly choose a few ‘prized’ possessions of mine.

Memories: No, I’m not talking photo albums and a 101 selfies with your friends all in the name of “memories” no, no no I’m talking about real memories which stick in your head the type of memories that are triggered with smell and taste. Like sometimes when I taste suya it reminds me of the first time I ate the food, I remember the street sellers grilling the meat and the fumes and aroma filling the entire road with the smell of suya. Or sometimes when I write down the no. 8, I remember when I was still in kindergarten and finally figured out how to actually write the number, prior to that, my 8 used to be like an egg over an egg…which is also right, in a way.

Memories make themselves and chances are if you’re taking photos of yourself through a whole event, you’re going to be left with pictures not memories.

Another thing would be something more on the materialistic side, it would be the 1 gram of gold I won in kindergarten. Now, I don’t know how I won it because it was one of those random winner kinda things and I’m not really that kinda random winner person. I remember it was part of the school fete thing; they stopped it later I don’t know why. But, what surprised me is that I brought it home safe, it didn’t end up getting lost or something hahaha. I’m proud of my 5 year old self.  I remember this happened during my first year at school I was the new girl in a big class full of kids. Some were nice and then there were the downright mean little people. I still remember them!  And some of them never changed to this very day.

There! More memories…

The Box: yes! I have this small box where I keep little things like small gifts from my friends, doodle drawings from 10^th grade my old library card, silly notes from my friends… ten years later opening this box will be like time travel haha. I’ll be adding stuff as the years pass by!

And with that I complete this month’s writing challenge! This has definitely prevented my blog from harboring dust bunnies , bringing me out of my comfort topic zone with all them random topic they threw at us this past month, leaving  me like “Do I really have to write that? Ehh…where do I start?” But it was fun twisting the prompts around, reading different blogger approaches and creating my own. Feel free to read alllllll of the 20 posts! Have fun… tata, aurevior, masalam.

400 Or so… (Day 19)

Writing Challenge Day 19: Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

 

Free writing not my favorite thing to do… I like to have an idea in mind before I start writing or at least some kind of structure. I don’t like to flush out random thoughts onto paper unless it’s related to the topic but, anywho here goes 400 words…the trick is not to look at the number count or you’ll end up just filling the post with words and not actually writing. That’s just my opinion.

 

I don’t think I have stated this earlier but, this post is part of a writing challenge which is about to end pretty soon. I decided to take up this month-long challenge to get myself into the rhythm of writing, to improve my writing and of course it suited so perfectly to my blog because I specialise in random postings, my blog isn’t about cupcakes, unicorns, futuristic developmental stage gadgets I’ll never own or fashion, my posts are not driven to a single atmosphere of one topic. It’s completely random and that’s what makes it fun. It gets boring when a large number of blogs circulate around food and fashion, the internet needs variety, but then again, how would I be able to make red velvet cakes or natural sugar scrubs?

 

Anywho, it’s towards the end of this month’s challenge and I hope it improved my blogging skills or writing skills…I’ll let you be the judge.

 

 

Speaking of this month ending… another one begins yes; Ramadan is a day away and a whole different kind of challenge of its own. 30 days of fasting and striving to better ourselves from the previous year while achieving the ultimate goal. 🙂

 

Around 300 words so far… (Sorry I couldn’t help myself!)

 

I heard that the new currency note will be coming out by Ramadan, and it supposed to have enhanced in its security features to cope with counterfeit, which sounds good. As long as its value is the same and it does its functions right and it gets me a snickers bar when I go to the groceries. Then I guess I’m absolutely fine with it, even though it may turn out to like monopoly notes. I’ll be absolutely fine.

 

Feel free to wonder around this blog and checkout my earlier posts for this month’s challenge. Thanks for reading. 😀 

Challenge (Day 18)

Writing Challenge Day 18:  The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.

Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

 

Fiction.

 

It’s 5pm; the clouds are darkening the sky. I head to the porch, that’s where I watch the rain fall, the view the smell, everything looks surreal from here.

 

I stoop myself by the stairs. Across the road I see Mrs. Pauley take in the laundry. Mrs. Pauley has been there since I can remember, her husband died a few months ago and she’s looked miserable ever since, up until recently her mood seemed to pick up. Today she looked much happier since the past months.

 

She seems so alone.

 

The landlord appears; a tall lanky man, always looking for money having the most hideous mustache. A huge contrast to his father, the former landlord, a generous man at heart. Without a hideous mustache.

 

The landlord has been at the lady’s door almost every day for the past few months, up her neck for the rent. It usually ended with him giving an eviction notice and Mrs. Pauley smiling, some words exchanges and then he’d go away. This time he hadn’t come alone and there were no smiles, I watched Mrs. Pauley smile drop to a frown as she opened the door to see the landlord accompanied by two policemen. This time the landlord wasn’t going away, it was her.

Street no.18 won’t be the same without Mrs. Pauley and she certainly won’t be Mrs. Pauley without it. I’ve never felt so helpless.

 

The rain sequenced drops on her daffodils. All what remains of her 40 years was left abandoned. A piece of her was left behind in the rain today.

 

 

Fear (Day 17)

Writing Challenge Day 17: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

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Fear a natural instinct sometimes irrational and sometimes confused with danger and sometimes its towards the inevitable. Anxieties and worries being on its same caravan.

 
The fear of being lost, lost in all its sense. Physically,mentally or even losing ones self. I would say that’s one of my worst fears.

 
Once boarded the wrong bus, a bus which was going far away from my destination. I was scared, confused. I didn’t know what to do. I had a hard time communicating with the driver, he didn’t speak English and the passengers weren’t much help either. I eventually told him to stop at the nearest stop, and so he did. I hopped off the bus, before I could ask him where I was, the automatic door slammed shut and I was left there confused, lost, alone, and scared. It was pretty dark and all I knew was I was under a bridge next to a bus stop in front of a traffic signal. I watched buses drive pass me, but none of them were heading my way. I resulted to taking a taxi but, I didn’t have my purse and I spent all the money left in my bag on shawarma, which was getting cold. Disappointing. I eventually caught a taxi, told the driver my money is up stairs and finally reached my destination.

 
In the end, I realized my fear was irrationally and I had nothing to worry about. It’s a small country, I would eventually find my way home.

The Leaf (Day 16)

Writing Challenge Day 16: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

 

Yesterday, my sister was cleaning up the living room and she found a text book. Hidden inside this old economics text book was a leaf, a dried leaf one of siblings book smashed and brought down here. It was a leaf from the garden at my uncle’s house, it was a nice place miles and miles and miles away from here. This leaf must have been lying there idle for about 6 years. Desiccated, crumbling and withered.
I look at the leaf, and remember that trip and realised how much life has changed the past 6 years. How many people have come and gone. And how things are different. In just 6 years… I wonder what’s in store for the 6 years ahead.

Kinder Surprise (Day 15)

 

 

Kinder Surprises- nothing says my childhood like cracking open kinder eggs and trying to assemble the surprise toy. This stuff is just awesome, but as we learn from life…awesome things don’t hang around forever. I miss you Kinder Surprises, bringing surprises into my life since I could eat chocolate. :’)

So, anyway I don’t know why they stopped producing these down here, you can’t find them in the co-ops, replacing it with some “Kinder Joy”  meh.

 

It’s not even on their website 😥

 

 I heard it had something to do with being a hazard to children or somewhere along those lines. But I have to say, nothing beats the original. This whole joy thing isn’t for me… Kinder you just lost a valuable customer and probably a part of the kinder surprise generation!

Inside ‘Kinder Joy’
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But then again who cares it’s just chocolate, and so I move on with life. There are other chocolates on the isle…right? (get it? Other fish in the sea….oh whatever)

But if you’re a diehard American Kinder Surprise fan then here is a petition I stumbled upon for the return of the Kinder!  (It’s banned in the U.S) 

Although, I didn’t find any petitions to bring it back to Kuwait…I guess we’re the kind of folks who just move on with life. Haha 🙂 But I did hear of it being sold in the retail stores but that was awhile ago, don’t know if they still sell them…Let me know if they do 😀 I’m craving for some!