Moments Of Inspiration: Магия завтрака

Этот пост участвует в чудесном проекте “Moments of Inspiration”, который организует замечательная Маша. Все подробности вы можете узнать у нее в блоге, пройдя по этой ссылке .

Тема мая “Вкус воспоминаний” – это одновременно тема-мечта, и тема-кошмар для меня!)) Ведь так сложилось, что у меня каждое блюдо (а также каждая песня, и каждая шмоточка) ассоциируется с каким-то особенным жизненным периодом. Я бы конечно могла поделиться рецептом, и соответствующей историей, как я делала во времена фуд-блоггинга, но на этот раз я решила рассказать вам о том как и вы можете создать приятные ритуалы, которые со временем превратятся во вкусные воспоминания 🙂 Continue reading “Moments Of Inspiration: Магия завтрака”

Liebster Award: Ten Things About Me

Recently, I’ve been nominated by Jordan from “Call Me Incorrigible” for the Liebster Award. I’ve heard of the award before, but this is the first time that I’ve been nominated, so of course I was very flattered and excited 🙂

For those of you, who are hearing about the Liebster Award for the first time, it is simply something to help bloggers find other bloggers, especially those who are new to this whole blogging thing. The rules for the award are as follows:

  • Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them.
  • Answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominator.
  • Nominate 10 other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers.
  • Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
  • Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them

The task that Jordan gave her nominees was to write 10 things about ourselves, so before I tell you whom I am nominating, let me tell you ten things about myself. Continue reading “Liebster Award: Ten Things About Me”

Short Story: “The Prayers Of An Ambitious Child”

“I used to do all sorts wierd things when I was little. Well, not really little, little. I think I was in grade 4, so I would’ve been 9 or 10. It was my second year at the selective school in the city and I was the top student in my class. However, this year I decided that I wouldn’t be the top student. I wanted to know what it felt like to get told off by the teacher, to get a B or even a C on a test, to actually have to try hard to improve my grades, to get disciplinary notes from the teacher and then be smacked with a belt by my parents. You see, my parents didn’t believe in physical punishment, but my classmates often talked of fearing it… I felt as though I was missing out on something… As though my family was wierd… I mean, of course we were wierd! We were migrants!!”

“Once I even forgot to get a permission slip signed by my mum, and I was ready to get called up to the front of the classroom and be shouted at while my classmates looked on in delight and surprise. Continue reading “Short Story: “The Prayers Of An Ambitious Child””

An Essay on Chernobyl

The following is an essay that I wrote last year as part of the VCE Units 3&4 English as an Additional Language assessment. I have decided to publish this essay for number of reasons, but mostly because even though 26th April 2016 will mark 30 years since the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, it’s effects can still be felt today. 
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An Attempt at a Poem: “A Country That Exists Only On Paper”

As the news reporter condemns “the boat people”, your uncle continues to work in the building industry despite his visitor’s visa.

As the student group of feminists holds their meetings during lunchtimes, your cousin marries a man she has met online, for marriage is her only chance at a better life abroad. Continue reading “An Attempt at a Poem: “A Country That Exists Only On Paper””

A Short Story: “Books about Afghanistan” 

“Oh I’ve seen that book before. Why would you be reading that?”

“Well… I kind of like reading books about Afghanistan.”

The three girls were casually browsing the shelves of the fiction section, while the rain pounded on the windows of the school library. It would have been difficult to guess their ages, but the school records said that they were in Year 8. One of them was wearing a white headscarf and paired the checkered school dress with some navy trousers. The second was wearing an oversize white school shirt and a pair of navy trousers that were similarly loose. (Her dark mane of long curly hair was pulled into a neat pony tail.) The third was dressed in the same attire as the second and her mid-length light brown hair was also pulled into a neat ponytail. It was she who enjoyed reading books about Afghanistan, and it was she, unlike the others, who could not call it her homeland. Continue reading “A Short Story: “Books about Afghanistan” “

How It All Began

You could say that it all began with the journal I bought for myself when I graduated from high school, thus intending to document my first year as somewhat of an adult. Or maybe it began when my mum read a newspaper article about a ten-year-old girl, who was a published author, and I decided that I too could write book, even though I was only in the second grade and had learnt nowhere near enough grammar to write something even vaguely coherent.

All I know is that writing is something that brings me joy and gives me a sense of purpose. I’ve tried writing a food blog. Three times in fact. I thought that in order to be “successful” in the blogosphere I had to have a strictly defined focus. Continue reading “How It All Began”