Rhadopis of Nubia: A Novel of Ancient Egypt

If you know me, and if you've read my blog before, you'll know that I am a huge fan of Ancient Egypt. I love the creativity poured into the somewhat restricted types of architecture of the time, and I absolutely love the mystique that the era exudes.

Though Pharaohs and using slaves are not cool. Just saying. Even their advanced civilizations (of the time) and so called 'power' couldn't save them from being wiped out.

Even so, I feel like the Ancient Egyptians had a colorful life, and a sinfully luxurious one. Granted, my feelings may be influenced solely by modern representations of the era, and only of 'royalty'. I still admire the creativity of the people and their ideas. It's a shame they were so big headed and too proud for their own good (i.e. Pharaoh during the time of Moses AS; many sins much blasphemy from the stories of that Pharoah).

Moving back on track, I recently purchased a book as I was immediately drawn to the title and cover- I am sure I am not the only one who does this. Here's what I saw, and immediately picked up:

This may be unappealing to you, but my attention was captured by that bust (?) of a woman (?) on the cover. I knew it was something to do with Ancient Egypt and sort of bought it without reading/understanding what it was about. Sue me. 

So, I've read it. And I'd give it a 7/10. I think that's fair. 

Spoilers ahead, though most quite general and available in the book's blurb.

It is about Pharaoh Merenra II, who falls in love with the enchanting and seductive and unconditionally loved (by all men who set eyes on her), Rhadopis. Fate seemingly brought them together in the form of a falcon, stealing Rhadopis' golden sandal and dropping it onto the lap of the Pharaoh. Determined to meet the owner of the sandal after finding out about her beauty and all the men who clamber to be with her- but are rejected, naturally, the Pharaoh personally journeys to Rhadopis' white marble palace on the Nile. They immediately feel chemistry between them and fall in love, not being able to resist. A whirlwind romance begins, despite the Pharaoh having a wife. They are oblivious to the rumors and the negative perceptions of the people around them. Rhadopis stops entertaining other men and her focus and her life becomes the Pharaoh. The Pharaoh inundates her palace with riches- his people's riches, and their romance takes a quick, brutal and predicted turn from there. 

Naguib Mahfouz is wonderful with his composition, I will say that. His words are so calming, and elegant. Granted this is a translation of the Arabic text by Anthony Calderbank, and to quote him "The language Mahfouz uses is distant and regal....Whereas the canons of Arabic textuality allow Mahfouz to repeat the same words many times, a variation in the vocabulary is preferred in the English." I give a good amount of credit to Mr Calderbank for choosing such fitting words to shape the story. 

Most of the story did not appeal to me as much as I would have liked it to. It was simple, and because of that, it was predictable. I suppose Mahfouz intended it to be as such, as this story is supposed to relate to the uprisings in a more modern and recent Egypt, which it does. That is probably why I found it predictable, because subconsciously my mind knew that this had happened recently, or is slowly happening now. I am not suggesting that our leaders are Pharaohs, or that they are mindlessly giving no heed to the needs of their people. I am saying that this book describes the a situation in which a leader behaves irresponsibly and faces the wrath of his people whom he did wrong by. 

To the more vivid and colorful parts of the book, the descriptions of the world, the places and the feelings felt were beautiful. It is the first time I would have ever thought to describe the dawn as something blue.

"Her senses suddenly became sharper and she remembered that she had remained awake, her eyelids not tasting sleep until the gentle blue waves of dawn washed over her."

The sky by day is definitely blue, and by night, it looks black, but the hue of blue that drapes over us in the early hours of the morning have never really occurred to me as something to notice until now.

And my personal favorite line from the book,

"Blessed is an awakening that stirs beautiful memories in the heart."

The paragraph in which this line was written just makes me feel so light and airy and like I should be wearing a white flowy dress and prancing around happily just to read it.  

Other than these two favorite lines, what I liked about this book was that the emotions existing between the Pharaoh and Rhadopis came across as very real and visceral, to me at least. The description of infatuation and passion that so strongly pulled the two together was so satisfying to read. Though their romance was fast paced and quite irrational, that was what made me believe in it even more. The surreal way that they met and immediately pursued their love affair just made me think about how hedonism was weaved into the fabric of their nature; indulging at every and almost any possible chance. 

All in all, this book was a good read. If not for the story or the plot, I implore you to read it for Mahfouz's writing, or should I say, Calderbank's translation?

Till next time,

K 

Definitions and Views

What's your favourite definition of gravity?

The first thing that comes to my mind is; something that grounds you. Not only physically, but mentally. Though it's quite correct to say the gravity has no effect on the intangible aspects of life such as emotion or 'feels', the concept of gravity applies to many things in life. Gravity allows us to fall, but it is not so controlling that it strips us of the power to get back up. Gravity always works against us (unless you're enjoying a roller coaster ride or snowboarding or bobsledding etc, in all cases where gravity is your best friend), but it conditions us to develop the strength to fight back and move along.

Gravity is cool, and I'm glad we have it.

Till next time,

-K

Surprise! I'm alive.

I have recently fallen in love with Haiku's. I love how they are so real and condensed. How they are able to portray a profoundly human moment, or feeling. So simple but so deep.

Here, this is my favorite:

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
-Issa Kobayashi

You know sometimes when you find your mind suddenly circling around the realization of your existence?
"Wow, I exist. I am here. I was born and have lived, and am living, right now."

It's this mixed feeling of peculiarity and awe that strikes you in the oddest of times.

You think about it until you question the mind's wandering capacity- after which you move on to questions like "What makes an apple tree know when it's ready to drop apples?" and " Why does a minute have 60 seconds?".

Moving on, the simplicity of haiku's are what attracts me to them. The ability to capture such a human experience; an otherwise mundane or uneventful moment, and make it something to deep think about, seems like such a calming and appreciative process. I think that's beautiful.

The haiku above resonates with me because I often think about my existence, and why we exist. How complex all human beings' lives are, and how strange it is to be doing what we are doing and why we are meant to do it.

It just feels strange, even though you're so small, so significantly small; you were born to play a role in the madness that Earth was modeled after.

Till next time :)

-K-

Yank of the Heart.

I'm grudgingly waiting,
To face the day,
Where you'll be daunting,
And fade away.

When in this now,
I feel secure,
Though this you give me,
My heart feels impure.

********
The day has come
Where love has burrowed
Back into my soul.

It will stay there
Until there comes
A reason for it to hold,

My heart in its grasp,
Tightly and firmly,
To never again let it go.

The next time I gouge it out,
It wont be for naught,
It'll be because I know.

Alone, not lonely.

Born alone, die alone. Does that mean we have to stay alone so it doesn't hurt as much to be left or to leave? 

I prefer solitude lest I be disappointed by my own expectations of people.  

But.

No life is a solitary life, sans companions true or conveniently periodical. There will not be any colour to that painting of life. 

So how can you commit to keeping of the heart, to allow entrance to no one. 

Wear your heart on your sleeve and things get messy. Keep your heart locked and things get rigid. 

Solitude is simplicity, it is solace. But it's the kind of solace with which you are never truly content. It's the solace you wish was enough.

So shall I remain a solitary being, or shall I go about being a walking hypocrite. For when I prefer time alone, I'll be too busy pretending to bask in the ambience of company to give thought to the exhilarating side of depending on no one. 

Occupancy.

I've been keeping myself occupied this semester break, quite well, I might add. 
To date, I have sewed 5 pencil cases and 2 blouses. I've worked and will almost every day of February, with the exception of next Friday as I will be on leave for awesome purposes :D 

I have yet, however, to make, yes, make, a notebook for myself. 

I've failed with Project 365. Well, I haven't failed it completely, I just stalled on collecting the photos. And it's been too long since I organized my photo's by date, I'll try and pick it up again when I find my daily pictures for the past month. 

I have also a new resolution :) I feel I've become too attached to gadgets and the internet. Therefore, every time I have free time, I'll pull out a book instead of popping up a game on the iPad, or surfing YouTube for no reason whatsoever. It's going quite well. I'm expecting to finish Life of Pi tomorrow, and let me just share something with you. I forget how amazing reading is, really I do. Just today, when I started reading Life of Pi again, I found myself imagining the book play out in my head, and mind you it wasn't the actual movie I was imagining, but the movie that I made in my head, myself, based on the few chapters that I'd read. It was really entertaining and I felt like I couldn't wait to get back to the book to continue that movie in my head. I had to remind myself that it wasn't a movie I'd get back to, but a book. 

The mind is wonderful! 

-K-

Revamp and Rewind.

I have given the old blog a new haircut, after contemplating for so long about what to do to make it more expressive of..well...me.

The background is the only form of doodling that naturally results when I hold a pen to paper. When I doodle, you'll know it, because there will always be this doodle of swirls and paisley bubbles with some indian henna art accents here and there. I'll do a compilation of all the doodles I've done to show you that every single time I hold a pen, this pattern ends up on my paper somehow. I suppose it's muscle memory now. This should honestly be my signature. Although the doodle isn't that great, I agree it is a little messy. I decided to just wing it, and honestly it feels like its very me when I look at it, and I'm happy with it regardless. Here's what it looks like, the 10 minute doodle:

Drawn on the iPad with Paper53, edited with Phoster. 

The pastels are my favourite colours. I have a bracelet on my wrist of the same colours; baby green and coral-y salmon-y pink, with a hint of grey. The combination of turquoise-ish and peach-ish shades have been an obsession for a long time now, after I got over gold and black. So I decided to incorporate that on here to make it soothing for my eyes to see too. We'll see what colour combo I fancy later on.

Also, I promised a little update on my yearlong project Project Life which I mentioned in my previous blog post. And so, here it is :)

Week 1 : Project Life

So that's an entire week in a picture for you.

From Left: A cake I baked on new year's day, text card of what I did on 2/1, screen shot of a funny conversation on 3/1, impromptu meeting with lovelies on 4/1, going to get the car washed on 5/1 and the first (and extremely hard) final exam on 6/1. I didn't have an extra frame to show you 7/1, but that was just filled with staying at home and playing Clay Jam, so no worries. Haha.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're probably thinking..."Why, what mundane, meaningless pictures she's taking."

The only reason why I'm doing this is I find myself constantly telling myself to try and remember every moment when I'm experiencing it. Why? Because I don't remember a whole lot about my childhood, and it's sad to look at pictures of myself when I was younger and not be able to remember.

So, by taking a picture daily, I'm physically forcing myself to make a memory and document it, and it's an indistinct way of me strengthening my memory as well, haha. But what I have found though, is that just by looking at a single picture, I can remember what I did the most of day on the day the picture was taken. I hope this continues further on into the project, as I've always wanted a good memory!

As of now, I'm collecting the photos on my iPad, and am planning to print them all out and make a photo journal if you will, so it's more sentimental. :)

Well then, hasn't this been the over-zealous attempt at blogging from an infrequent blog updater? 

Twice in one day..after how long?

I forget how much I love blogging. 

Here's to rediscovering old loves, and creating new memories. 

Turrah,

Your friendly neighbourhood K.

It's you, you rare and unearthly thing.

Jane Eyre; the movie based on the book of the same name by Charlotte Brontë.

The title of this entry is a line from the movie. The original line from the book is "...You -- you strange -- you almost unearthly thing...". And this is when it was said in the movie:

Mia and Michael as Mr Rochester and Jane. 

Without a doubt, one of the most profound scenes I have ever seen.
The scene where Mr Fairfax Rochester proposes to Jane Eyre.

As to Mia Wasikowska's performance as Jane in this scene, I have only one word to describe with: real.
Maybe two words: Extremely real.
You could just tell how doubtful, angry and passionate she was. I didn't feel like I was watching a movie, it was more like watching a real person expressing their feelings. So that's someone who knows how to do their job fantastically for you.

Michael Fassbender will always be Michael Fassbender... the versatile and amazing actor that he is. I'll watch anything with him in it, anything.

I just can't get over the fact that I remember this scene out of all the scenes in the good movies I've seen, which means that it has made that kind of impact on me. The dialogue was just fantastic, and so soulful and meaningful. The cinematography, the setting. Perfect. I just am in love with it.

I'll even go out on a limb and declare it my favourite, and believe me I've let my brain battle over it and the scene where Elizabeth rejects Mr Darcy's first marriage proposal in Pride & Prejudice (2005) starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen.

Mr Darcy (Michael Macfadyen) proposing to Elizabeth (Keira Knightley). 

As you probably notice, I love period pieces. Movies set in old times, like medieval, or renaissance or in the case of the two mentioned movies above, the romantic era (19th century).

I so strongly recommend the two movies above, if you don't mind emotional love stories, good classical music and long movies.

I have no idea what you'll think of the scene and the movie as a whole.. but I'll tell you now, again, it's one of the best I've seen. Probably because I have an old soul...and like what may seem like boring old things to other people. My friends always tell me I like things that make them fall asleep...and thus one of them devised a befitting nickname for me.
Granny.
Apparently I laugh like one too. Whatever that means.

Till the next time
Love,
A-Mr-Rochester-and-Mr-Darcy-Fan.

Le 13 after 2000.

Hello 2013 :) 

Why, my 1/365 was perfect. Filled with family, friends and good food!


Here's to another year of trying to catch up with my "at least one a month" posting policy.

Also, I'm to start a yearlong project inspired by "Project Life" created by Becky Higgins, introduced to me by Photojojo's article of photo project suggestions  :)

However I am torn whether to do it digitally or physically, because the retro-soul in me loves to feel the ridges and elevations and textures that make a scrapbook a scrapbook. However gone are the days where my idea of scrapbooks were an obligatory swarm of packed pictures with ribbons and buttons.

Now, I think of a scrapbook being more suave, if a scrapbook can even be described that. And, calm. A calm, sophisticated, colorful, awesome scrapbook that oozes dedication, appreciation and most of all, that collects memories!

Ill post the first week's worth of the project when I'm done, so you can see what I'll be doing for the rest of the year!

I've still yet to decide whether to go digital, or tangible.


Hope you've had a good 1/365 :)

May 2013 be ayy doubleyou eeeee esss oh em eeee!

Turrah ;)

Sad, but understandable.

For the first time in 2+ years, the Macster has failed me ;(

It's old and too full, and overworked.


Hang in there Macster.
You're still loved.

-K

Pseudo-nativity.

Because thunder bolts bellow in my heart whenever you're around,
Right after it skips a beat.

So many times I've walked into this sandpit,
So many times I've had the chance to take another route.
As my feet step over the imaginary line that separates clouded judgement and heartfelt truth,
I give a nod towards the path of self assurance,
A glance at the path of hope, and a sorrow stare at the path of patience.
So familiar, so immune to the complications and the consequences.


The sandpit engulfs me, caresses me and feeds my emotions,
Its heaviness on my chest, still accommodating my breathing.
Until I have occupied it enough.

It spits me out, it disowns me.
Its comforting burden, warm and gritty, gone.


Stark feelings of hatred, inundate the very molecules of my body.
Then solemnness. Hollowness. Fear.
In whom, now then, shall I confide?
To whom shall I express my feelings, without even having to say word?
Who, then, will surround me with every particle of their being?


Who will pin my heart down, claiming it theirs?
Who will remove my heart's projection for the world to see,
and place it back in my chest with the right key?

Im lost,
People come and go, telling me stories as they pass.
I hear, I listen, but my heart refuses to let up.

My heart will not give me leave to give up.


Instead it beats, it yearns and it strives.

I'll fall again, and there is no doubt.
I'll choose the path leading to serenity.
I'll choose patience, hope and self assurance,
And not give heed to the mist.

Apologies, extended, past the luminescent barrier.

Because this post is going to be a girly one. So girly, that you might want to look away.

I haven't posted something completely random and boring in a while, so I though, 'Why not now?'.
Since, I am in the midst of what you would call a jam packed week (albeit not as jam packed as a fortnight ago), I decided to let my eyes do a little washing (direct Malay translation of "cuci mata", yes) and get a little pampering for a bit.
They have been serving me well, looking at/through, reading and scanning notes/books/slides/paperwork etc.

Well, eyes. Cry over these pictures, if you must, of sheer disbelief, that it could be true.

That someone so drool-worthy, could exist.

Well, isn't that a man. Wooh!

Joe Manganiello: burly, rugged goodness, with beard for good measure. DROOOOOL.

This post, I have to admit, is so high school. Think of it as me reminiscing over the days that are long gone. :D

END OF (perhaps).

The Surrealistic Reality

I've always enjoyed imagination. I consider it my companion when certain times come that are of boring nature, or when times the mind tuning out is the preferred option (i.e. in boring lectures).

After finishing a class one day, a friend and I decided to have a seat in the foyer of the faculty before we had to enter another mundane moral obligation ( I am actually talking about attending class here, I know, exaggeration, which I am known for. Allow me to remind you that you do know this, I've told you a million times, pun intended).

I looked to my left and there it was. Surrealism, mid-morning, staring at me right in the face. Blatant, bleak and other-worldly.

My faculty is on the 10th to 12th floor of a tower. And the foyer on the 11th floor has a balcony, from which one is able to view a few sections of Shah Alam and also a little bit of Klang. But looking at the gaping hole from a distance, and also from a point where there was little light, that hole was completely white and bright. I felt like I was thrown into a futuristic movie, or that the faculty had somehow floated into a thick dense cloud. On second thought, I recall feeling like we were at the edge of the world. Because you couldn't see ANYTHING, behind the brightness. It had this effect on my sight, that made everything else around me dimmer, as if it was shining even brighter. It was, eerie, to say the least.

For a split second, I actually second guessed reality. I had to look into the bleakness and convince myself that I was not in a dream. What assured me that I wasn't, was the fact that I could see everyones faces clearly. Normally in dreams faces are blurry, as pointed out by Aisyah a few years back.

Without taking my eyes away from the white, I said to my friend "When I look at that I feel like I'm in a dream, it's a very surreal feeling". And he looked followed my gaze and said "Yeah, I get why you feel that way." I also decided to take a picture of it; a decision that I think was awesome now.

After that I blocked out until we had to go to class.

Call me crazy, but for some bizarre reason I cannot forget that sight and the feeling it gave me.
When you see the picture of what I saw (which absolutely exactly depicts the way I saw it), I don't know what you're going to think. But, hopefully you'll understand my point of view, and see past the obvious. I honestly felt, different for those few seconds. Maybe my imagination runs too wild, but one thing I know is that I'll never forget it.

3

2

1

dream.

Do you see it? I still do. Haha

Inconsistencies

This was fun to do :) I recently bought a touch pen for RM5 for my iPad, and decided to test it out by writing a blog entry :) App used was Notability. It'll be too small if I shrink it to fit the size of this blog, so I'm afraid you'll have to click it to enlarge and read it :)

And with effort, comes the result. Desired or unexpected though?

After hard work and effort.

The FEELING of it paying off is wonderful but induces anxiousness.

Then comes the result, the ever so longed for result.

Whether satisfaction, or dissatisfaction, something unexpected or a pleasant surprise awaits, only God knows.

So long as you know you transcribed the information and translated it into ink on paper, as best you possibly could.

Whenever that is the case, that you gave it all you possibly could, the outcome will always be positive. Think about it. You gave it all you could have. That means you studied by talking, making cool notes, reading and re reading and memorising the reading again to get it in your brain and then recapping key concepts and then trying some questions to get used to the format, doing past year papers of the subject, until you can say and understand it, until its at your fingertips. Now that sounds like bloody acing your test to me.

So I hope that I can say this to myself whenever I finish a test " I did the best I could" and really mean it. Being honest with yourself and other that you actually DID do the best you could have done, is a difficult thing. I admit, I've lied about it before to make myself feel better. But it kills me inside to know: "If that is what I achieved after a certain amount of last minute limited time of studying, imagine what i could have acheived if I studied even more."

This is me, saying it's never too late, and better late than never, changing my ways. I've neglected my old self and let this big ugly dark shadow control me. Now, I feel like it's time to change something. To get back on track, with what I know my life is supposed to be like. No more wasting time thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking about, getting worked up about silly little things when others have it so much worse, and finally getting rid of this avalanche of laziness inside me.

Gotta start somewhere, and sometime.
I'm going to TRY to do it now, :)

LETS!

:D

There's grass in this soap from nowhere.

Today was wonderful.

Going to the lake for filming.
Going for lunch with awesome people.
And going for some "This is how we do it Malaysian style" cendol by the road.



A day filled with laughs and craziness.

It was such a comfortable time to be in. No tomorrow type of thing. Very satisfyingly cool.

Thanks to Haidhar for letting us abuse the car. And there was also the time we couldn't get the car started because the gear was stuck on P. Haha, oh yes and congratulations on not being a P driver anymore :)

Thanks to Masila for being our punching bag today, HAHA, so fun :D

Thanks to Imran for just being the kind of person who would walk to the roadside and try to thumb up a ride while we're waiting in the car laughing our asses off.

And thank you to Taufiq for being the laughing stock of the filming session. hahaaaa.

Thanks to everybodeh for a good time today :) Lavvvvditttttt!

Home once more to felines.

The cat is back in my ceiling. I can hear it scratching away :D

Wooo Joyah 2.0 !

If you have no idea as to what I am referring (is that right? or maybe I should just say "If you have no idea what I am referring to") , please see this :  It's In My Ceiling, which is a story of how, 2 years ago, a cat made it's way into my ceiling. Yes, you read right. My ceiling. Go on. Go on. Read it then! ;)


Till later,

Meow.
Wow.
I actually said bye with a meow.
How sad.

I'll leave it there for you to decide how weird I am.

HAHA.

Toodles.

Maybe the open top double decker bus was invented when mummies invaded london.

London, 2011.

 Nostalgia strikes. Alhamdulillah I had the privilege to be there and for that I am eternally grateful. To Allah SWT for willing it. To my parents, who let me go, who trusted me, who supported me. To my aunt and uncle, who trusted me well enough to travel with their daughter. To my cousin for coming with and making the trip that much more wonderful than it already was. To my family in England, who took us in, who fed us, who helped us and made us feel more welcome and more at home than being in a foreign place can allow.

It's been a year now, and I almost can't believe it. I can still remember it being bright as day at 8pm, the cold spring nights and the beautiful walks around the lake.

Reminiscing over that wonderful, wonderful time and how great it felt to be there.
Traveling is a really awesome thing to do, wherever you go, and each and every trip has a different meaning and a different story to it. Like these photos which I took on some recent trips. All of them mean something different to me, and all of them bring back memories of awesome, even some weird and or scary times too.

Sky Bridge, Gunung Mat Chinchang, Langkawi, 2011.

Morib Gold Coast, Banting, 2012. 

Samila Beach, Songkhla, Thailand, 2012.

I dream of traveling everywhere, then again, I think everyone does. Going to see a foreign country is always an enlightening experience. Next trip for myself, I think I want to go here:

Bruges. (Image from google search)

My heart just flutters looking at this picture. I've always been intrigued by medieval times and it's said that Bruges is one of the most well preserved Medieval towns in Europe. Love. Well, a girl can dream :) 

Maybe I'll go backpacking. HAHA. Pfft. I know. Me? Backpack? Who knows. 

Like I said, I can dream, non?

There's a longing.

I really want to change my blog's look. Give it a new hairstyle or something, you get me?
But every time I try, I keep changing it back to this. Simple and white and boring. My blog is actually most probably one of the most boring blogs to have ever occupied space on the internet, if not the most boring of all.

I was reading some tips about how not to make your blog boring. And one of them was "Don't write extremely long blog posts without pictures" and I was just like, DAMMIT. I just found that out by the way, the word dammit. I spelt it damnit hitherto. I've only oticed today that spellcheck underlines damnit in red, but it accepts dammit. Further research veered towards dammit being the right way to spell it. I just think damnit looks better. I don't know. Oh god, how is it possible that I can just hop from one subject to another even while typing? Fun though.

Back to the topic at hand.

Boringness.

Speaking of boring (here I go again), I don't know about you lot, but I often hear people say, "Aku boring doh", and I never fail to laugh at this. I do occasionally nod and say "Yes, YES you are boring." if i do not like the person who said it :D

But if you think about it, being bored, is completely different than being boring yes? Therefore the context of the word boring is wrongly understood in the phrase (I call it phrase because it has become one) "Aku boring".  People perceive it as 'Oh, she has nothing to do, she's bored'. The latter thought would be the case had the person of discussion said "Aku bored do". I suppose it sounds very peculiar to say it like that, "Aku bored". Very, gramatically incorrect. However bear in mind we're speaking broken English already, so let's just toss grammar to the wind shall we? After all, broken English is where we say things like

1. "Same like me!" which is a literal translation of 'Sama seperti saya.'
2. "My one" which is not really a literal translation but means " Saya punya". Literally translated that would be 'I have'.
3. "Masa dah time". REALLY? -_-  This means "Time's up"
4. "Cuba try test" or more fondly pronounced "chetrai/chetraites" which means "Why don't you give it a try?". This is my personal favourite :)

which are all completely grammatically unsound, haha. It is a hazard to grammatical health I'm afraid.
I personally love speaking in broken English. I hope I'm using the correct term here, broken English, to describe the mixing of words of our mother tongue with English words. Broken English can be a lot of things, so I think I'm good.

But this is sort of what I'm getting at.

BANGOLOW!! -photo from photobucket

Weheyy, a picture!! Finally Keisha, a picture! Cue gospel choir angel sounds. 

Well anyway, from a broing blog to the wrong usage of the brothers and sisters of the word bore. 

This is me,  signing out. 

Not bored :) 

Are you seriously serious?

I'm quite sure you've known, for ages maybe.

If you do know, tell me.
Put me out of my misery and tell me.

Because I'm scared to tell you.
I'm scared I'll lose you if you don't feel it too.

Years of holding it in hasn't made it easier on me.

Just tell me already. Please