Disguise

Note: Yesterday, an ice-cream truck (Whippy) came round the neighbourhood after school with that cool tune (all ice cream trucks have) playing through the street! I was so excited because I hadn’t heard one in yonks and it reminded me of my not so-long ago childhood where the ice-cream truck frequented the streets. Unfortunately, I didn’t get out of the house quick enough to catch up with it and get me an ice cream! -Warning! Notebook Series entry-(Descriptive!)

Watch me as I sink, I am falling through a deep void of shadows and unthinkables. Show me your confidence, the aspirations you once dreamed of, those budding ideas that signified you. Show me the laughter that used to reign over the land, hysterical and comical. The energy that was everlasting- now drained to the last trickle. A heart filled with excitement and eagerness for every day born. How could I plunge and dive to such a point?, I couldn’t even recall my own name.

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Today I can cause those smile lines to appear on my anxiety-free face once again. I can jump as high as the trees can reach the stars and I can chatter away continuously to any poor soul who stumbled by me. My heart is now free of all impurities, beating against the joys of life and as I dream, I can dream of the mysteries of tomorrow, the adventures of the next week, month and year. And how did I discover myself again, out of the sink hole I had once tripped into?

I stood up, followed the road signs and climbed out.

The road signs, they are always there and almost always are wearing a clever disguise.

Saturday Mornings

Note: I know it’s been labelled in “The Notebook Series” but it’s not fiction. This is a true account of Saturday Mornings! Enjoy!

Mum pruned the peach tree this morning!

The suffering grinds away the time and after 1 and a 1/2 hours of intense-sweat workout at the gym in the morning and a 10 minute slosh in the shower, I made it home. These Saturday mornings, so torturous yet rewarding make my day.

The sweat oozes off my apple red face and my clenched fists ache with displeasure. Another 10-20 energized women surround me. Working double-hard, they are secretly hoping in their hearts, that time would press the pause button and let their age remain unchanged. Reality would shun this absurd thinking and bring them flying back from cloud nine and let their wrinkly skin wither with each day… So here I am, a young stubborn girl, feeling ungratefully grateful- acknowledging the fact that I am lucky to be youthful and with this, I dig in and work hard.

The morning is not a pleasant one. As we step out for a hand-weight-carrying-walk around the silenced residential block, the breeze whips our faces and lashes our legs with an Antarctic Cold Snap. Passing the sleeping homes, the windows are curtained with gentle fabrics and an occasional light flickers on and off. I gaze in envy of their warmed homes but look straight ahead, determined and steadfast.

AND 1 and a half hours later I know it paid off. Because as I am writing this I am enjoying the most delicious and mouth watering breakfast which I can eat guilt-free! My breakfast meal consists of healthy grain Seasameal crackers served with Lisa’s Garlic & Lemon Hummus Dip, Kaya (egg & coconut spread) and amazingly yummy avacado! A pure slice of heaven, my breakfast is.

…You gotta love Saturday Mornings.

 

No Doubt

Note: Very short piece -oh yea and the setting is in the quiet room of Botany Library where I found my “fruit” of inspiration.

Apple green walls bordered one side of the room, deep crimson painted the other. The window sill was splattered with pattering rain drops. The room was filled with active minds searching for that slice of motivation or bottle of inspiration. I found it, and plucked a fruit of inspiration from its blossoming tree. Where did its roots lie? In my imagination, no doubt.

Inspired?

Puppies4sale

Note: This story was found on the internet without an author! Enjoy!

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy. Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.” “Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.” The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”"Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle,”Here,Dolly!” he called.Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….”I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands.”
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

The NOTEBOOK Series!

Hey! I am happy to welcome a new category for my blog posts! It’s called the NOTEBOOK series! it will cover all my little bursts of creativity from doodles to short descriptive writing pieces… they are always completed in 10-20mins so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! hope you enjoy these little ‘lightbulb turning on’ creative moments.

Visit The Notebook Series here or from the Categories List on the sidebar!

Coffee Shop

Gazing around the room, it is filled with contented people chatting away with one another. The atmosphere is warm and friendly, perfect for a wet winter’s day. the coffee shop is buzzing away with clients. the aroma of fresh coffee beans warms my stomach. the occasional person walks in and out of the store but everyone is happily seated sipping their drinks. Here I am, typing away at this laptop. Watching the world whirl around me… I love days like this. There is a tap on my unexpected shoulders and I leap in shock. Standing in the latest pink tank top and skinny jeans is my best friend, Jane.

“Hey Mel”

“Hey, trying to scare me?”

“Haha no, whatcha doing?”

“some writing when YOU interrupted. *smiles*”

“Let’s have a look then, just keep writing”

“Okay.”

I glance to my left and sitting there, is a placid looking elderly man. He flicks open the morning newspaper and squints with his round spectacles on. He sits, with his steaming coffee mug next to him. To my right, 2 housewives sit. They chat away animatedly, talking of their kids’ new habits and of what is on their chapter long grocery list. They hold, 2 decaf to-go coffee cups, and are poised- already standing, preparing to move on with their traffic-hectic lifestyles.

I grin to myself, amazed how peoples’ lives are so full of activity and others are so empty with contentment. Then I look out the condensated window glass. the window panes, dove-white, give way to the awaiting world outside. And to my utter amazement, the weather had changed moods. It was now dressed in the purest baby-blue sky and brightest yellow sun. Shoppers bustled around the shopping complex and vibrant colours bounced from building to building. It was now time to get on with my own day, my own life. I close my laptop down and walk out of the coffee shop with my best friend Jane and we begin blabbering away.

The Cake Page

Note: Picture quality and colour aren’t very good because they were taken in bad lighting… oh well- art comes in all shapes & forms!

This is a short post on some stuff I get up to in school when I’m bored Me & my friends get a page out of my school diary and start drawing themed pages. Here is the first one we’ve completed… the CAKE PAGE!

 

The page

 

Jieyi’s cake design

 

My handwriting “cake” and wedding cake- designed by Caroline & me… bit lopsided because I drew the shape…

 

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Notebook picture pages…

More to come!