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Welcome Note
Welcome to my page.
Hello Stranger...or person that I know,
thanks for stopping by my blog (whether you're here to read, out of curiosity or a need to stalk) , please feel free to leave your comments and share anything that's worth sharing.
Please note that random writings is dedicated to the randomness of the author, her thoughts, ideas, interests and also probably because she has too much time on her hands. Please keep all comments g-rated (or keep them to yourself).
Since most of my friends have all migrated to tumbler or some other popular blog site I haven't heard of (because I'm not cool enough), I thought of going old school and revive my blogger. I have my twitter feed in the side pane and I've also got another blog on wordpress (I'll have a pro looking link up somewhere).
Thank you
Yours truly,
Me.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Being the weird kid
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Embrace the fro, Nesian!
From Maybelline commercial-like hair to a shiny bald that reflects better than a newly varnished mahogany antique table, if you were born that way, then surely you have every right to flaunt it. It's a pity that some of our Nesian brothers and sisters try desperately to be rid of their fro.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Musings of A Journo Apprentice: Racism: Alive and well
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Keep up-to-date on book to film adaptations
Recently though, my Goodreads activity has started to pick up and I'm contemplating starting up a book-news blog or vlog on youtube. I know, my plate is piled higher than Mount Everest, but it's something that's had my interest for a while (two days).
As it is, I don't have much time on my hands to be keeping a project like this alive but I'm still pondering on how I can make it work. I've started up a Goodreads group called Goodreads Imagination where I'm starting up this project for fellow book nerds like myself.
The group keeps fans and members up to date with film adaptations of novels, especially best-sellers.
I might change Random Writings into a book review blog or book news blog.
Still not sure.
Maybe start up a vlog?
Well, these are all just projects I've lined up. Stay tuned in case I do make a return to the blogging world.
Monday, September 2, 2013
They're Out There...Everywhere
Sorry, I've gone a bit off topic.
Anyway, I was returning to the newsroom both hungry and meters away from poverty. There was a girl not far off who I noticed had stopped mid-stride, making me pause a bit in confusion. Then I noticed her eyes go wide as if a ghost had suddenly appeared before her. She clutched her chest and I panicked, wondering if I was witnessing a heart-attack. Was it a seizure? A panic attack?
I wasn't sure and I was so hopelessly lacking in any first-aid training that I hesitated, moving only one step ahead. My mind raced through every possible scenario that this was a dire emergency and despite my lack of training, I was going to save this girl.
I heard her loud gasp and the way she began to shake in what I would have guessed was a bout of fits or definitely a seizure. This was it. I had to do something.
Her gaze was focused somewhere behind me and she let out a shrill squeal that I familiarized with a rodent's mating call. It pierced the quiet of the morning and I knew, by now the campus would know someone was having a seizure. Help should be on it's way. The security nearby should have heard by now. Her shrill scream rose in volume and it was suddenly joined by another that I quickly glanced around worried that a group of male rodents in heat were responding.
No. I was wrong.
It was another girl standing behind me who was suffering the same symptoms as girl number one. With horror, I realized this thing might be contagious. A virus!
How then, did it jump me?
I saw her move, so quickly that I stumbled trying to get out of her way. After all that time denying The Walking Dead, I was witness to the surreal experience of running into zombies.
They ran towards each other, arms out-stretched and I briefly noted how much they would resemble airplanes if they'd gone with a more guttural pitch.
Then they threw their arms around each other while simultaneously jumping to which I concluded was a result of how cold the weather was.
They had reached each other, safe, unharmed and now with a higher body temperature than a few seconds ago. Why were they still screaming?
I was aware then, that I was still standing there gawking at them. Awkwardly, I moved to the newsroom, hoping they wouldn't notice me and keeping my distance.
I didn't have to worry.
They saw nothing else but each other. Out of breath from the rodent mating call and aeroplane run.
Then one of spoke.
"Mann, nish nish ga nomu profile pic, lewa."
I bolted into the safety of the newsroom, my mind reeling from what I just heard.
I was safe. Away from those zombies. Away from their guttural slaughter of the indigenous language.
I knew then, what I had to do. I was on a mission...
I have to find out what plagued them before it spreads.....I have to make people aware.
They're out there...in the dark.
Note: Not meant to be offensive to anyone. Just craving a bit of need for blogging.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
My New Blog
Guys please pop by, like and comment!!!!!!
Random Writings will always be my baby but I've got to start up a blog that is "professional" and talks about the serious stuff I've otherwise avoided here
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
The Car Horn
The image below depicts a car horn.
Car horns play a major part of the daily life in the city. The loud blaring sound emitted by these devices dominate the environment; mainly around the Suva bus stand.
95% of motorists who use them are a-holes while the other 5% accounts for the use of motor horns to signal trouble and for traffic purposes.
According to the Conball University, the word "horn" was derived from the colloquial English term "horny" where studies have shown that the car horn is culturally used as a mating call when an attractive member of the opposite sex appears by the road side. This is optionally followed by either a howl or whistle by the horn user.
The horn has proven to be the most unsuccessful courting ritual existent among all other human cultures of the world. This can be attributed to the suddenness of the loud beep that the car-horn admits or the pervy shit-eating-grin held by the horn user.
In other cultures, the car-horn is a means of time-travel. The car-horn is called upon when the horn user is late to his/her destination. It is also used in traffic-jams to magically transport horn users to their destination faster.
These two uses listed above purport to the 95% of horn users.
5% of horn users use the horn as a means of warning to other motorists in case of a traffic violation or road incidents.