happy (?) eid

So Ramadhan came and went, so have Eid.

I used to be excited over Eid. This year.. Not so.

This is getting to be a horrible trend. What with me not being all bubbly and happy over my birthday earlier this year (having said that, I had a smashing time getting.. well.. smashed.), and then not gleefully counting the days to my holidays. Now Eid is sort of just.. blah.. for me. I hope Christmas and New Year's will somehow revive my silly, giddy ways.

I don't think it's a sign of me getting older.. I don't think. I hope not.

I just need to get fired up over something again.

oh look! giveaway going on at DiploWife's blog :D

Giveaway url: http://thediplomaticwife.com/blog/2012/08/08/diplo-lootbag-my-favorite-things-giveaway/

The Diplomatic Wife is a blog I follow, with lovely posts on interior stuff, reviews of nice places, and envy-inducing travel posts. She's having a giveaway of her favourite things from Manila.. Yay! Unfortunately, it's only for people who live in and around Jakarta. So, go clickety-click if you can! :)

In which I try to write coherent book reviews..

and fail spectacularly.

HAHA!

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/ : This is my attempt at channeling the two things I enjoy the most: reading, and ranting about books. Because I need to practice writing. I should update with new stuff, but for now, two reviews are up from way back in 2009, reposted from an old blog. Hohoho!

Remember:

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/

http://ficklebookwhore.blogspot.com/

Please do visit! :)

psstt..

Took this picture from Postsecret. I haven't visited that site in years. I used to go every week, awaiting new anonymous secrets that I could relate to, I stopped because the secrets were always the same type after a while. (But yes, I'd run away with you.). I used to have a whole folder of 'secrets' from Postsecret saved up in my computer, thinking that one day I'd print them all out and use it as wallpaper for one of the walls in my house. (But then you'd know they were all about you.)

There is no point to this post. Really. I just wanted to share that one particular 'secret' I found today.

Seriously. Didn't we say we'd run away together? Call me.

drabble 3: Petrichor. [100 words]

Prompt: Petrichor; the scent of rain on dry earth.

Parched throats and parched hearts. Sometimes she doesn’t know which is worse. A quick gulp of cold water, or a quick fuck against the nearest wall. It’s just never enough.

So when he takes her hands and presses a chaste kiss to her cheeks, breath uneven and skin still sticky with a sheen of sweat, she wonders if maybe this time it’s different. A flash of memories not yet made, of loud fights and comfortable silences, the lingering smell of fresh laundry and burnt dinners. She hopes..

Today though.. She grins and puts herself back together. Never enough, but someday.

(Author's notes: I don't know. *shrugs*)

drabble 2: Lost. [16 words]

Prompts: chicken, hot, steam, rice, spoon

16 words.

The chicken was hot, the rice steaming. Fingers numb, all she did was stare the spoon.

(Author's note: Because a friend was hungry, and he gave 

me simple prompts and an insanely short word limit.)

drabble 1: Secrets. [105 words]

I have a secret. She waits for the continuation and is met with silence. Looking up she sees mischievous eyes, wide and excited. A flutter in her stomach, a sudden hitch in her breath, she ignores it in favour of the widely grinning face in front of her. It isn’t mine.

She huffs in annoyance. Should you really be telling it then?

It’s yours. She grins. But I really think you should share it.

Before she could retort on how stupid she was being, she swoops in.

There. A kiss. A peck really. Her grinning mouth barely leaving hers. Now it can be our secret.

(Author's note: Why did I make it slash when nameless-same-sex stories 

with no quotation marks are a pain to write? Ah well.)