Thoughts of an Absurd souffle

artsy much?
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{I wandered about until I realized I was indeed, lost.

Is it the certainty of knowing the outcome of a recipe that puts it in favour over the choice of cooking the unknown? A trait amid mothers, grandmothers and the one or two men in the family who know how to cook without a recipe is that they always seem to have all the answers. I used to go berserk thinking about the uncertainty of the future before being reminded that I barely knew what the present day had in store for me. A death in the family definitely widened the realm of the unpredictable. However it was just that sudden shock that calmed the storm in my head. Standing still in fear of the unpredictable was nothing short of depriving myself of all that I could achieve. Take it as missing an opportunity to cook a good dish whilst surrounded with good ingredients. It’s better to have a baked souffle than have non, right?

I don’t know why I’m thinking about soufflés but my thoughts are all poofy now. Continue reading

Hagrid’s Patronus

An old sketch.
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The majority of the fandom is upset, and even more find it hard to believe that it’s true. I don’t find any issues with believing what she said. It’s a difficult spell. I’d suggest reading ‘The Prisoner of Azkaban‘ and relive the exhausting task of barely conjuring up a shield. In the ‘Order of the Phoenix‘, it’s a much easier task for quite a few in the D.A.; the movie made it seem even easier, but even Harry pointed out that in the presence of a dementor, it would be extremely difficult to conjure up a shield of a patronus, forget a corporeal one.

Now Hagrid’s earned a soft spot since the very beginning, however evidence points that he wasn’t quite adept with his wand. Sure, he could light a fireplace or hex Dudley’s buttocks, but remember him trying(failing) to cast a simple mending charm (Reparo) when the blue side car was hanging onto Sirius’s flying motorbike. I’m sure he has a ton of happy memories to those fans who stated that the inability to conjure a patronus implies that one doesn’t have any happy memory.

“That’s very, very advanced magic” – Hermione Granger

It’s a complex spell, like getting the right crust for an apple pie. Remember Hermione and Ron, both failed to keep their patronus alive against the swarm of Death Eaters in the Deathly Hallows. Another point is that his wand isn’t mended, though I think if Harry’s wand was mended quite nicely by the Elderwand, one which was previously owned by Dumbledore, I can’t see why Hagrid’s couldn’t be. Continue reading

The Choir Girl Who Went Horribly, Desperately Wrong.

I found a clean sheet of paper and sharp pencil.
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Florence and the Machine

{I found a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil}

Everybody recommends good music according to their taste. To come across music so abstract and individual is a tardy task. The first song I stumbled upon on my sister’s playlist was ‘The Bird Song‘.
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I found myself drowning as the harp strings were plucked. Each beat calling on spirits unheard of.

I played another track, and fell into a darkness; a darkness I enjoyed. There was something raw about her music that kept me grounded. Continue reading

Dial ‘M’ for Murder!

Oishi's car.
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{This is on the request of a friend}

I remember I could never stop laughing at this joke that read, “If someone were to stab me with a knife, I’d probably die laughing!” It still cracks me up. I was on the phone with a friend past midnight and as expected between friends, we ended up talking about utter rainbows and murdering people. This isn’t new to me, and I’m certain that there’s a billion other people who have thought about the same idea, which is *could I make this sentence any longer, oh yes I can… keep reading or skip ahead to the next para* wait what?!

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People of Colour

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{You might be offended}

In order to have some context for the following, you might want to read this fabulous buzzfeed post —

Click right here.

Here I present to you that butt hurt person, nitpicking to find the silliest flaw in just about anything; not just Harry Potter. If they bothered to read the books, or take away their shallow view of the movies, they’d realize that this series teaches a lot about discrimination, acceptance and much more. On another point, I read the books before the movies released. What I admired about the movies was their exceptional casting, from Hermione, Umbridge and Luna to freaking Cho and the Patel twins. But above all, the most important point is that…

‘People of Colour’, are people!

Singling them (people of colour) out is a bit discriminating. I apologize if I just see them as characters, aren’t they supposed to be fictional characters? It’s like Dumbledore being gay, it didn’t contribute to the story in an important manner, hence it was left out. It showed the character as a complex person in many other ways, but most importantly, that he was a person nonetheless. Stop looking for reasons to be offended. Continue reading

A Short Mess

its nice to hear the pop and feel the bubble.
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{I like my short hair}

I just got a hair cut that was long due. A haircut just happens to be one of those non-sexual sensational experiences, sort of like opening a book to the correct page or getting goosebumps from a Hans Zimmer track. I don’t dislike long hair, my school musicals always encouraged it. There was an incident during a beautiful performance of ‘Annie’ where this senior’s wig sort of took on a life of its own as it flew across the stage. Ofcourse this edited memory has the wig yelling. “#YOLO“. Maybe there’s a reason my head feels quite light. I don’t know.

My hair is too short for a quiff;a bit disappointed by that. Not that I don’t like short hair; it’s nice and right now it seems to be under control. I know from much experience that tomorrow it’s going to start standing out at odd angles. What I like about long hair is that you can just weigh those stiff peaks down with some more hair by combing it in a precise manner. Unless it’s wet, then it just curls like crazy. Get me? At least it’s not as bad as Monica’s.

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How to avoid kissing a Dementor!

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{Note: I wrote this to help out a friend in need. I hope that it helps out anyone out there. Meep!}

Started on a doodle

Started on a doodle.

*I may have to rethink that title.*

Whenever something doesn’t go my way, or it’s like all odds are against me, I get a bit competitive with myself to do better. Then there are those situations wherein there seems to be no escape, that sinking feeling of fear. The evil in it was that it could strike at any point. A bright day filled with trivial conversations, good food and just when you least expect it, there arises that familiar feeling that sprouts about insecurities and the cons of every decision you’ve made, the cons of your goals and aspirations start weighing down on you.

It’s horrible and quite the hurdle to overcome. I don’t like referring to it as depression, cause that really does sound depressing. I prefer reenacting it as having been attacked by a dementor. To quote Dr Sheldon Cooper, “What’s life without whimsy?” My usual way to get rid of that sinking feeling was to help others, and whilst I was in college, it was pretty easy as everyone needed help with an assignment or so, a way to distract myself and focus on everyone else’s problems. It was a good remedy for the most part, something that helped me sleep.

{One can never go wrong by listening to Florence + the Machine}

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Sitting Tight

TEA!
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{The Beatles song at the end of this post is stuck in my head!}

Hello there! I’ve postponed my daily chores till this post is written and up for you (kee!) to read. That title, I’d do anything to get out of doing my chores. They can wait. Whilst I’m on that topic, I recently had to wait around an hour for my friends to show up at a spot that they decided upon. Is that sentence correct? I don’t know. What I do know is that even though I walked around in circles completely lost, I still managed to make it on time. I waited, and then waited some more. I realized that this isn’t the first time I’ve had to wait for everyone to show up. This isn’t college where a party is said to start at 4 pm but then 4 pm really means it starts around 7 pm, which is when everyone shows up. Nope, we’re definitely out of college with a busy schedule that involves watching Ellen and sleeping. [Context: we had a curfew at 9 pm which required us back in our dorms, so any party had to be before 9 pm.]

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The day I lost wandering

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{Beware: A lot of selfies}

Hello there, I just found a whole new set of editing features in my tool bar. I’ve always been bugged by the absence of any text justification, and well, I can’t describe the satisfaction of finally having it all aligned. It’s like finding new stationary. It’s going to take a while to get over it. Look at these coloured fonts! Aside from that, in my weekly update, I attended a dessert pop up that was truly disappointing. The upside was meeting up with two friends who managed to make it. My previous post covered the disappointment that all of us felt regarding the event.

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Former roomie who loves miley. Might. I’m not sure.

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The Groundwork to Event Planning

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{Wondering if I should maintain a quiff. This post ought to get an expression out of you.}

I attended a dessert pop up recently, one that I was looking forward to as I’d get to meet a number of old friends. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the first one there and that cheered me up as the way usual plans go, I’m always the one holding down a table for a group. We expected a crowd, as the restaurant hosting the pop up was not relatively large for the event. Ofcourse I had a very different vision on what a desert pop up would be and I don’t want to be mean, but it was a huge let down. I’m all up for eating anything sweet. Apart from the slight disappointment that it wasn’t what I expected it to be, I had an appetite to eat a few offerings. We had time to spare as we were still waiting for the entire party to arrive. ‘Spare’, don’t think I use that word often enough.

Attending the event wasn’t so bad after all as I just learnt from all the bad. If you happen to be hosting an event, I think following 5 core rules should cover you. Continue reading