My First Tattoo: Did It Hurt?

On Friday 3 May I celebrated my 18th birthday and the very next day I ordered my long awaited gift: my very first tattoo!

For those who have commented on my birthday post, I thank you all so much for your wishes and I’m sorry if I didn’t reply to any of you, but there are actually like 30 comments and I wouldn’t write ‘Thank you’ 30 times, although I thank you 1000 times!

Then, some of you have asked the very frequently asked question when someone gets a tattoo, especially for the first time: did it hurt?

When Evil Learns To Love…

With all that St Valentine’s Day stuff going around for a while since now more than a week, I’ve been reflecting a lot on Love. I believe that my faithful readers know that perfectly, since most of my previous posts revolve around it, whether in a romantic or gloomy way.

But recently, I’ve felt Her coming back.

And by Her, I mean, An Evil Nymph.

 

Love Changes People…

It’s Friday! Yeah! So as promised, here’s my weekly contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write:

Falling in love… who would ever want to even fall?

It seems like walking without looking at your feet, with the unconscious knowledge of the destination, and then suddenly, there’s a precipice.

And you fall.

Am I A Workaholic?

From Wikipedia, “A workaholic is a person who is addicted to work. The term generally implies that the person enjoys their work; it can also imply that they simply feel compelled to do it.”

Okay… Personally, I don’t like factual definitions, thus let’s continue in my own way:

I’ve never really thought about it in the past, but I might be a workaholic. How?

The thing is I don’t only enjoy working (here, I don’t consider work as the thing you do to earn a living since I’m still a teen, but I’m talking about everything that demands physical or mental effort) or feel compelled to work (that would be school work) but I also search for work. What I mean is that I like to keep myself busy. I’d hate to remain idle one moment. That’s why I’ve got so many hobbies.

5 Reasons Why I Prefer Evil Characters

Les « coeurs sur la main » n’ont pas d’histoire ; mais je connais celle des coeurs enfouis et tout mêlés à un corps de boue.

This French quote from François Mauriac very much describes my main motivation for siding with evil characters in my stories. I can’t really translate it though, because in English it won’t have that same impact it had on me, you see… The French language has a particular (charming and poetic) style that I just can’t reproduce in English. But basically, Mauriac tells us that he prefers to write on those who are ‘evil’ and unconventional instead of those who are good and virtuous.

I can totally understand why. (And I totally understand Mauriac thus that’s why I’m in love with his book, Thérèse Desqueyroux).

I Hope You Are Not Narrow-Minded

Narrow-mindedness kills, you know?

It prosecutes, with no mercy. It spreads fear and sadness. It divides.

My father once told me not to write controversial, unconventional stories or ‘blasphemous’ ones. I read between the lines: people will judge and condemn – their narrow-mindedness will crush me down.

So I tried. To do as he had said.

But I couldn’t.

My 2013 Goals!

I am not the type of person who every year make a list of resolutions. But there are things that I keep in mind, things that I wish for, things that I want to happen during the year.

These are my goals of the year.

An Evil Nymph’s 2012 Overview! (Happy New Year 2013!)

Hi everyone! On this New Year’s Eve, I’ll be doing everything that needs to be done for this last day of 2012, mainly, the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures, the WordPress annual report, some ramblings on the 2012-13 transition…

First of all, for this week’s photo challenge, it was suggested that we present 12 photos at least in a gallery to make an overview of 2012, but I’m going to break the rules and thus here’s my contribution:

My 2012 in 1 Picture

In The Mind Of An Introvert

Today, we live in a world of extroverts. We, introverts, feel marginalised.

At least, I do.

Is It The End Of The World Yet?

In a few hours, as predicted by the Mayans – or more precisely, the media – we will all be die. It is the end of our world.

Or not.

Do you believe in any of this? I don’t. In about 2 hours, here it will be the 22/12/12 and there still hasn’t been any tsunami warning or violent cyclones or incoming flood or deadly earthquakes… Or not even snow. (NB: it never snows in tropical regions, so if there will ever be snowing here in Mauritius, I believe it might be a reason to get worried.)

My Novel Is Complete But I Have Not Yet Reached 50,000 Words?

So yesterday as I reached around 46,000+ words, I surprisingly typed:

THE END

And I still had at least 4000 words to write so as to reach the final 50,000 word goal for NaNoWriMo.

On Awards and Sites Of The Month: September 2012!

The longer we stay and mingle in this wide world of blogging, the more I meet people and read blogs and the more I am confused when I receive a blog award. Why? Because there are so many of you that I’d love to give awards too… too many! And I can’t feel like choosing only a bunch of you guys, so I guess I’ll change the rules a bit and I just want to say thanks:

To Better With A Pen for awarding me with the One Lovely Blog Award!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Wrong

Children who can’t remain still and accidentally break something in someone else’s house… Have they really done something wrong? No I don’t think so.

Guest Post: Call Me Maybe?

Does all flirting have to be as aggressive as a Carly Rae Jepsen song?

Credits: Google Images

I like the intrigue. To take a guy who may or may not be interested and get his tethered into my sexual orbit. It’s opaque at times, mildly aggressive at others, but I always try to keep myself at a distance. Let him wonder.