for the love of rice

Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.

rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth

you so plain looking yet exquisite

savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng

even while bare you roar up a fight

from the commoners to the rich you are best to all

with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )

with the least of ketchups you make ears roll

to the hungry stomach you are music

jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you

fried chicken is your icing on the cake

maggi is the sugar in your tea

pepper is the key to your flavour

tomato is the door to your beauty

sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.

A snippet of my book on wattpad  A heart for the slum

On 50 Posts On WordPress!

so why not add this to the on series, I’m so amazed and proud of myself yes a bit of self love here

I never thought i could do it considering my schedule of school and all that but it has come through

Alhamdullilah , I am so grateful for this opportunity and to my readers, i would just like to say A deep sa thank you as well, mein bohut Khosh ho { I am very happy }

i will hopefully follow this up with a surprising shenanigan of mine , definitely something to cheer us all up , nothing too deep or emotional or senti, overthinking NAH !

I just Realized this post is having five poorly constructed stanzas , can’t call them paragraphs either, my english teacher would not be proud, but its okay Ms. Shruti

And bYE !

Incase no one has realized the whole small b , capital YE is intentional , not a typo just another KHoob si shenanigan.

On anger and frustration

see the thing is,

life will always have challenges whether you sleep beneath a tree or in the loftiest palace,

whether you have a car or not,

it cares not about how ugly or pretty you are

as they say the grass is not always greener on the other side

you may look and envy them

but you did not see what they hid behind their smiles

you  saw  but the glitz during the day

nor the tears that cuddle them to sleep

or the pills that give them peace

you highlighted the darkness in yours against the brightness in theirs

had you compared your dark to their dark

jealousy would be a foreign word

envy a forgotten feeling

 

I just know someone pointed out that it is on  ENVY AND JEALOUSY NOT ANGER AND FRUSTRATION  bilkul corrrect  , though it was intentional  , just see the irony in it yaar, these two feelings can sometimes be intertwined.

I will post on the opposite next week insha Allah , now without further a do , to get access to the other posts on the ON SERIES , just click on the #Theonseries

happy birthday

i can’t even begin to imagine where the time flew to , it just went by like a snap this blog is officially two years old, i know i have been MIA for the past few months but I’m back and better hopefully.

my special thanks from the bottom of my heart yes !( you, you know the half hearted thank you) to all my readers from the thoughts club

Dear lady justice ~~Billy clem

Dear Lady Justice, You are here without a summons. Voices insist you be taken upstairs to crowds waiting to watch you, hear you proclaim their imperative. Refuse, at last, dirty from use, long stationed in rooms of churning bile and duty shirked. Move outside now free as spring’s robins. Have […]

via Billy Clem: Dear Lady Justice — Vox Populi

Dear Lady Justice,

 

You are here without a summons.

Voices insist you be taken

 

upstairs to crowds waiting

to watch you, hear you proclaim

 

their imperative. Refuse, at last,

dirty from use, long stationed in rooms

 

of churning bile and duty shirked.

Move outside now free as spring’s robins.

 

Have nothing of these scripted circuses.

Search for space not up for auction

 

by men who claim you without scales,

without blindfold. Rip off that gown,

 

grey, tattered, and go among trees

thin as girls’ legs. See small waving

 

fronds, the hands of children who need you

to pick them up right now and run.

 

Copyright 2017 Billy Clem

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About Tiffany Teoh:

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Tiffany is a Malaysian born Chinese, of Peranakan heritage. She was raised in Kuala Lumpur until the age of 17 and proceeded to live in Australia for 8 years until the age of 25. She is currently hitchhiking and traveling around the world with her fiancé and their puppy. For more on Tiffany, visit her website.

 

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About, The Traveller Series:

The series started from a longing to want to travel after hearing all the good and bad tales from long term backpackers.

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Every single piece that made it and didn’t make it in this is book has a special place in my heart as they were the beginning of a journey of a memory that never happened, but a longing that was constant.
We all naturally have it in us to wonder and wander, it’s just a matter of allowing it to take you to places.

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