I would want to see, firstly, a connected food blog, which I intend to to do for more than a year but haven’t started. It will contain all my mother’s special recipes and since she doesn’t like blogging much, I had decided a long time ago to publicize her creativity myself, but I am so far not near it at all.
Secondly, I would want at least one of my post to be published in the freshly pressed, and it is really an ultimate dream.
And finally, I would want my novelette completed and published on my blog as a new page.
But all the above given require a long time and I don’t see a lot of it in the coming year as it would be the final year of my university and therefore I expect all the above given to happen automatically or just simply in any easy way not requiring my time, yet fulfilling my blog dreams easily.. ;D
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.
As with most of the people, I feel like a fish out of water at times whenever we are visited by any of our relatives, or if, by an unavoidable circumstance, I am made to visit the relatives.
I simply cannot explain the awkwardness, the way they all seem to look at you as though you are an alien, and that typical dialogue,” You’ve grown so much!!”, makes me want to respond, “Actually, I didn’t have had a lot of choice for that aunty!!” But I cannot. Moreover, you are forced to smile every few minute at the face of a glaring relative, only to make sure they don’t that you are off colour, bored, sleepy, or anything of the sort. In short, such visits can be excruciatingly confusing, as you have nothing to talk about, yet you are bound to show that you are having the time of your life..
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEARCHING.
Last thing I searched on google was the recipe for making a lasagna. I do have a rough idea how to make it, but since I just make it once a year, I don’t remember the recipe and I don’t bother to write it either. Even did I search for it, I didn’t follow a single one, but did something on my own, taking a guide from my mother and it did turn out well. 🙂
6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DAWN.
To me, 6:00 am is a very good time, firstly, because these days it is in the range of the time for Fajr prayer, the best thing to start your day with, secondly, whenever I have woken up at six, I have had a highly productive day, because I would try to tackle some of my studies at that time, and would manage not just some, but quite a lot.
Also that this dawning time always provides the best refreshing air to me, so I find it extremely good. but the problem comes to the fact that I don’t usually have the energy to wake up at this time, but when I do it is very good. And last of all, it is the time I am usually having the few last minutes of the sleep, which are the most treasured moments before waking up. 🙂
Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’e ever gotten. Does it still apply?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us HARSH
Hmm.. Writing that would be actually to reveal my worst habit, but any ways, wouldn’t mind doing that.
The thing which I am most criticized about is actually my way of saying things. what mean to say hear is that I am often told that, Samia, your point is fairly OK, but you have a way of expressing it which is not approved my most. I actually have a very bad habit of pulling faces about things or people I don’t like, and it comes out when I opine about them, my words are not harsh, no, nor am I wrong, but my tone, as others tell me, is too harsh too digest.
When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us HOME.
As I have told in the previous post that I have a habit of carrying a lot stuff around in my bag, the part of home I will be missing would be that I can’t take my stuff out exclusively from my cupboards. Getting stuff out of a bag, and after a long search, is not what I would like and I would love to have my cupboard on-the-go with me, which I know is not possible.
What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
Unfortunately for me, I have never blogged from anywhere apart from my own house. I either write from the PC placed in my parents’ room, or I write from the notebook. I do not have a phone with a WI-Fi so I cannot write from somewhere else. So I am always depending on my home to blog. 😦