A lie less ordinary

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He could still hear his father’s words: ‘You’ll never be special…just get a job. No son of mine is ever going to be a dancer.’ 

But, every night, after turning off the gaudy neon light at the family store, he would dance away his mundane day; this was his secret.

He smiled as he flowed into a perfect arabesque; there was nothing special about the three-day-old turkey either, but that too was a secret.

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I have no words…

It’s been ages since I blogged, I thought,
I really want to write,
But I’ve stumbled on this writer’s block,
That seems wedged in pretty tight.

I’ll use the Daily Prompt, I said
It’s worked well in the past,
But after just a line or two,
Things fell apart quite fast.

So now I’m typing in the dark,
I’ve just turned off the light,
I’ll accept this post is not to be,
And so I’ll say good night.

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Lens of life

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It watched quietly as the people smiled, like so many had before them.

The faces would change through the years, and those that remembered them would fade away too.

But, it would carry their memories within itself forever.


Faded yellows and frayed edges.

Fragments of paper that had aged beyond repair.

Showing faces that would be young forever, laughing in colours that only they could see.


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The Midas Touch?

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The sidewalk was bustling as the mass of humanity surged about its day.

She looked up through the ‘people’ trees to catch a glimpse of the sky.

She heard it had once been blue, and that the stars shone at night; but, mankind had painted it gold with their greed a long, long time ago.

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Sound ad(vice)… Want to get arrested?…here’s how

In the vast ocean of twaddle that makes up our Interwebs,  and even my Facebook timeline on ocassion, I chanced upon what is perhaps Top Twaddle of the Month, when I discovered the musings of one Dan Bacon, self-proclaimed dating and relationship expert and proprietor at The Modern Man, who claims to know

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And all this in just 21 minutes

In this particular piece, Dan-Dan Relationship Man, tells the single man ‘How to Speak to Women Wearing Headphones’…I kid you not, you cannot make this stuff up. We could have saved everyone the trouble, and answered that question with one word: ‘Don’t.’

But not our Dan. He then proceeds to dispense advice that ranges from hilarious to terrifying.

Once our hunter has his headphone-wearing quarry in his crosshairs, this, according to our expert Dan, is what he should do. My take on his advice is in brackets.

What to Do to Get Her Attention

1. Stand in front of her with 1 to 1.5 meters between you. (Don’t worry ladies, pepper spray shoots as far as 3 metres)

2. Have a confident, easy-going smile. (Everyone loves a leering stranger)

3. If she hasn’t already looked up at you, simply get her attention with a wave of your hand. Wave your hand in her direct line of vision so she can see it. (If she hasn’t looked at you, it’s because she is deliberately avoiding eye contact. Save yourself any further embarrassment now)

4. When she looks at you, smile, point to her headphones and confidently ask, “Can you take off your headphones for a minute?” as you pretend to be taking headphones off your head, so she fully understands what you mean. (Facepalm!)

5. If she doesn’t understand that you want her to briefly take off her headphones, simply gesture that you want to talk to her by pointing back and forth from you to her and say, “I want to talk to you for a minute.”  (Unless she is on moving transport, chances are she has gotten up and left. Nothing spells ‘attractive’ like a stalker with the cognitive capacity of a chair)

6. In most cases, you won’t have to go to that extreme, but some girls are shy and will be hesitant about taking their headphones off initially. If she doesn’t want to take off her headphones, it’s probably a good sign that she doesn’t want to talk to you, so just respect that and leave the interaction. (Most intelligent beings would have got this by Step 3)

7. If she takes off her headphones to talk to you, do what we call “Acknowledging the Awkwardness” by quickly mentioning something about the potential awkwardness of the moment (see the conversation example below), to demonstrate you understand that approaching a woman in this way isn’t the most common of experiences for either party. (This is not going to happen. On public transport, she is going to ignore you, unless she thinks you are having a seizure, what with all that gesturing, and is probably taking off the headphones to get you help. If you are jogging in the park, Step 1 is impossible, making the whole scenario null and void. Also, chasing down someone in the park might be a matter for the police)

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Picture sourced from original article. Caption should read: ‘I realise you’ve just chased me down on this bridge. Of course you’re welcome in my personal space;’ let’s see how long I can fake this smile while reaching for my pepper spay.’

But things take a slightly sinister turn when he starts dispensing advice on

Common Mistakes That Guys Make When Approaching Women

Giving up too easily (aka…no can sometimes mean yes, boys)

Headphones are a great barrier between a person and the rest of the world. (Kaching!)

Some women wear headphones because they don’t want guys or anyone else to speak to them, so if you try to talk to a woman and she clearly shows that she’s not interested in talking to you, just respect that and walk away. (Just when you think that Dan has seen the light, he kills it with…)

However, sometimes a woman will be interested in talking to a guy, but she won’t immediately pull out her headphones and show interest. Why?  (Yes, some numpties think no means yes and that if you want something it’s ok to browbeat till you get your way)

Some women like to test to see how confident a guy is by ignoring his attempts to converse with her and then seeing what he does next. (Erm…the majority of us don’t, really)

Does he become nervous and awkward? Does he walk away in shame (so rejection by a stranger, who never asked for your attention in the first place brings shame, does it…what’s next…revenge? what are you, five?) , or does he remain calm and continue talking to her in a confident, easy-going manner? (No, Dan, he walks away…period)

If a guy gives up at the first sign of resistance, a woman like her will lose interest because he lacks the type of confidence that she looks for in a guy. (…’a woman like her…’ really? And I am not even going to put this in a humorous light, because that statement and all the implications that follow are terrifying…No means no)

So, if you are going to talk to a woman with headphones, just keep in mind that some women will immediately take off their headphones to chat to you, some will make it obvious that they don’t want to be bothered and others might want to talk to you, but first want to see if you will remain confident if she doesn’t immediately begin talking to you. (Or she will scream for help).

What Dan has overlooked is that there are real ways to get a date and find a potential relationship even in these dark and uncertain times. There are dating sites, meetups for people with common interests, friends who can set you up on a date, and even that mutually initiated conversation with a stranger that sometimes…just clicks. But that’s for us regular folk.

For those who follow Dan’s advice, there always this.

Inspired by the Daily Prompt Vice.

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Expert, no apologies

Listen well, for this tale is not legend nor lore,
It holds true today, and has held true in yore.

I’ll speak of a creature known to give its opinion,
And is feared everywhere from Bombay to Asuncion.

You’ll see them rule runways in Spring and the Fall,
Though you know that, like you, they shop at the mall.

And with one meal, they decide with no hesitation,
If your restaurant is worth another reservation.

At launches and premieres, they’ll express their view,
Will it be curtain call, or just curtains for you?

But most of this breed can’t act, cook, or sew,
It seem what they do best is ‘being in the know’.

If having an opinion is their only shtick,
What pray is the point of the average critic?

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A life less ordinary

The waiting room was cheerful and noisy with chatter. An elderly man watched one of the two doors in the room expectantly, while a teenager sat in the corner twirling her hair with her fingers, looking bored, as girls her age are wont to do. A child played with a small dog, and a young woman with dark curls and large brown eyes surveyed the room curiously.

The walls were white, and curtains fluttered at viewless windows where the light filtered through. She knew she had heard things about what this would be like, but she couldn’t remember. She didn’t even remember her own name,  though she knew she had one, but none of that seemed to matter now.

She saw the young man at the desk, who was gesturing to people in the room, and handing them a slip of paper before opening the second door and ushering them  through. She walked over to him and struck up a conversation. She asked his name though she had forgotten her own.

The young man smiled and said, “My friends call me Mort.”

She asked him what it was like to sit at the desk each day, and meet different kinds of people. “Oh, I know very little about them. It doesn’t matter who they are, and where they’re from. I just hand over the slip that appears on my table when it’s their turn and see that they go through the door. Some go through immediately, while others have to wait. The old man has asked to wait for his wife. It’s been two days. She should be here any moment now, and they’ll go through together.

“I do bend the rules sometimes and befriend some of them before they they even get here. In fact, it was my friend Terry who gave me the name Mort,” he smiled again for a minute, “but he’s gone through now…”

“So what’s on the other side?” she asked, though she knew she would find out soon enough.

“I’ve always wondered,” said Mort. “I’ve heard the slips come in different colours, but I only see white. I’m not even allowed to ask. I just see that they go through. You see, there are some rules even Death can’t cheat.”

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The joy around us

Against the grey rain
diamond drops dance and gleam
on red hibiscus blooms

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I smile as you sleep
The rise and fall of your chest
My peace and comfort

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It was obvious that something had changed. The hushed phone calls, the receipt for her favourite lilies that she never got. She even caught him smiling to himself when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Through the week, he seemed to get increasingly distant. His replies were monosyllabic, and he would not look her in the eye.

He was never very good at keeping  a secret, she thought to herself. As she turned the key in the lock that night, she had made up her mind to confront him.

She followed the glow of the candle light to where he was waiting by the table. The air was fragrant with lilies. He had even hired a chef to recreate their dinner from the night he proposed 10 years ago.

“Happy Anniversary,” he said, with smile on his face.

It was obvious from hers that she had forgotten.

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She stirred slightly as the cold began to spread across her body.

“Soon, soon…it will all be over soon,” the figure in white said, as her world started spinning and she felt herself being pulled towards the light.

Suddenly, over the drone of indiscernible voices, she heard someone say: “Congratulations…it’s a girl.”

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Life after the Delete button

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By the age of six, I had earned myself the nickname Calamity Jane. Before you gasp in wonder at the image of a gradeschooler standing on a galloping horse and cracking a whip, the sobriquet had much more to do with my unfailing talent to attract disaster.  If there were nicks, cuts, bruises, and stitches to be found in a 10-mile radius, chances are, I would find them all.

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Reality…

Through the years, I have graduated to more fun stuff like walking into glass walls, getting mysteriously attached to door handles as I zipped through, and being struck on the head by a cricket ball. Let’s not even count the mysterious bruises, smashed plates, and burnt ‘whatzits’.
But this week, I finally managed to outdo myself. Over the past year, I had maintained a blog where I had written about a lot of things that mattered to me…most of the posts had been private, but those are usually the ones that mean the most. While trying to clean up my dashboard and delete some abandoned blogs, I deleted this one. Fair play to WordPress, they did warn me thrice, but that red button was not to be denied. It was only after I typed in the link and hit delete that I realised it was the blog I wanted to keep. Have you ever had that one moment when all you can hear in your head is ‘GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!’ and your parents saying ‘careful molle (daughter)…look where you’re going…double check’? Well, lesson learned.

But faint heart never won Freshly Pressed, so here I am, back in the saddle, and ready to start all over again…

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