Today (13th of March) is when my blog was born. 2 years ago, I decided to start a blog to share me writing with you all. Amidst the COVID-19 Pandemic, I began blogging
My first post (Insta – Crunch) was a really wacky recipe I made on ramen. My writing style hadn’t really developed then, but hey, it’s got a special place in my heart.
Then came the craziness – Poems about the sea, Fantasy picnics, Mojito Recipes, Stories about monkeys, and then my elation when I discovered a fellow blogger had nominated my for a blogging award! (well now I am to lazy to do most of my tags so yeh)
But anyways, It’s been 2 crazy years with this crazy blog, meeting amazing people across the globe, and I just wanted to say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, as what’s a blogger without readers!
So here’s to more posts (as I will be going to the next grade in like 2 weeks, so StUDieS!),
It was a pleasant day on the beach. My cousin and I convinced our parents to let us go alone on the beach, and they allowed us, on the condition that I took my cell phone. I gave the Nokia to my Cuz, as I had no pockets.
Soon enough, we were trying to dig a hole to Australia, when our parents came down to the beach. We were to go and play in the sea!
We ran into the water and had fun, splashing around in 3 feet or so seawater.
After 10 minutes of horseplay, we decided to come out. We didn’t want to catch a cold.
While wading out, my cousin felt something in his pocket. He reached in and found a very wet, very dead cell phone. We fried it in the ocean.
After getting chewed up by our parents, we had a new mission: revive the phone
After 15 minutes of hair drying the phone, we switched it on.
It worked!!!!
I guess it’s true that it is impossible to kill a Nokia phone…
I was at a party, wearing a brand-new outfit. Us kids were horsing around. The host of the party had tortoises, and naturally we were playing with them. We had a ton of fun, feeding them food, watching them plod on to the water tub, and feeding them.
But something really unfortunate happened. Me, a hyperactive eight-year-old, was not handling them nicely, so they got scared. And when a person gets scared, they tend to lose control of the urinary bladder.
I was giggling, when I felt something warm and wet on my shirt. I looked down to see that the tortoise head peed on me! The poor tortoise almost got chucked across the room.
As I set the tortoise down (not so gently), the whole room burst with laughter. Meanwhile, the tortoise plodded to his friend, looking rather pleased with himself
5 years have gone bye, and I have still never heard the end of it.
aY-Ay
Hi Dreamers!
why do i keep going on hiatuses? i need to take out more time for this wonderful blog!
today I shall give my laptop to Sid. She, well, will control the blog page and type whatever she wishes to. I don’t care what she types (as long it’s not embarrassing)….
Over to you, Sid!
(P.S. She will design the featured image too ~ )
EylO ME has possessed tis laptop muhahahaha. Oh and by ME i mean sid. hi.
Hello- avunators? Avu what’s your fandom name again?
It’s Dreamers. I start with that most of the times.
Ofc. I knew that all along 😀
Yeah RIGHT 🙄🤨
Ehe.. Well.. where were we? I was thinking about what to type. Here’s a very *cough* random poem both of us wrote.
Blah Blah blACKsheep why’d you run away? Isn’t your home nice enough to stay? ‘That’s not the reason’ blACKsheep said Well, then does your master give you a very rough bed? ‘NoNoNo!’ the sheep cried Well, then does the dame want you fried? ‘Aghhhhh no’ the sheep yelled (why would she want fried sheep anyway) Well, does the little boy down the lane ride you like his personal train? ‘Uhmm none what you assume is right’ Well, did you escape after chewing up the little boy’s kite? ‘For god’s sake’ the sheep went on, ‘stop taunting me you fool!’ Then did the dame, master and little boy refuse your precious wool? Fed up of my questions, the sheep answered at last ‘Cause of annoying poems written on me, I ran away… fast’ My mouth was left open as I stared at the sheep Who jumped over the hedge and ran away with its 4 feet…
LeSsOn LeArnT: dON’t taunt A s H e e p Like that.
Anyhoo (totally not copying avu) Sid shall be signing off now.
(P.S. small announcement, hope you dont mind avu but Happy 1 year blogiversary to Musings of a curious mind! I shall be posting soon ON MAH BLOG. ofc. so Yikes not me promoting my blog here byeeeeeeeeee)
ALRIGHT Sid’s off, so imma go too
BTW, Have you ever wondered why the keyboard letters are so jumbled up? If you have a reason, tell me in the comments!
This it the story of young Marty
Who had a completely normal birthday party
Well, almost normal, that is -
Because of the runaway gift
When Marty went to open it
The gift threw a fit
It screamed and ran around
Then suddenly, it was nowhere to be found!
Marty saw it hiding under the bed
"AaAaAhhhH, Save me!" it said,
Then ran right into town!
People for so confused when they saw a running gift
After all, it's not everyday you see something so swift
After a long chase, it climbed a tower
A good thing too, because Marty had no power
Marty said "Gift, don't run away,
With you I want to play"
The gift screeched - "I am NOT playing with some
boy who want to have fun.
In Fact, I'd rather throw a party
then to be friends with YOU, Marty!"
Marty said - That's it
You are coming home with me, NO THROWING FITS!
As Marty advanced on the cheeky gift,
It cried out in terror! AaAaAaAAaAahhHh!
And jumped of the building
Well, That was how Marty had an unusual day
I had the inspo when I played a game with my friend and Sid. Sid was a gift, and, well, she jumped off a building!
Sid also helped me come up with a bit of the storyline