About Me

I think what best sums me up is a quote from one of my favorite books, Flowers in the Attic:

”I was the kind of child who’d always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.”

Other than that:
– I’m a South African with French and Malay roots who grew up in Qatar who now lives in Jordan, married to a Palestinian/Filipino who has Japanese, Spanish and Yemeni roots.

-I love writing. It’s an extension of who I am.

-Obsessed with books

-Little things inspire me, like buttons, autumn colors, vintage photography and lots more.

-I like quotes, like this one: “Who told you that I want to be happy? That’s the last adjective I would use to define the future I aspire to. I want an interesting life, adventurous, different, passionate – in short, almost anything other than happy.” It’s from a book, guess which.

– I would love to write books. So far I have many ideas, many beginnings written down with no clear endings. Sigh.

A beverage that this blog does not serve is Hateorade. Opinions are welcome, but negativity is not. Please think about that before you leave a comment.

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22 thoughts on “About Me

  1. Your words reflect beautifully a lovely and selfless heart and spirit within. I saw that in one of my visits to Jen’s blog. Nothing is more priceless than love for God and your spouse…it will take you a long in your life. Congrats on your new addition! May God bless you all so abundantly my sister!

    1. Such a kind comment, thank you!
      I dont think we should ever take for granted how far a kind word/gesture can go. It honestly made my day to see this.
      Thanks for the congratulatory message as well 🙂
      xxxxxxxxx

  2. You say you write a lot but haven’t written a book yet. Have you tried? You’ll be surprised what comes out when you aren’t trying. Would love to read more from you.

    1. Yes I have, but I stop halfway because other ideas and stories would need to be written down. Sometimes I’ve even merged two stories.
      Maybe I lack patience to stick with one story and one genre. But eventually I’ll get there 🙂

    1. Thank you! I never know what to write in ‘About’ sections, it feels strange. So I usually use a quote that describes me better than I can describe myself :p

  3. It is so amazing that you find a mirror image of your thoughts in different bodies ..you being the one of mine …..i also have the same interests as you do ..writing ..writing and more writing..:)
    Nice to read you blog 🙂

    1. Thank you. I started blogging about two months ago and didn’t think that I would get to meet people with similar interests and so on, especially concerning writing because I really didn’t know much about the blogging community. So it’s always great to find bloggers with so many similarities.

  4. I was in the middle of writing a comment here when I saw yours pop up on mine, thought I’d reply to you first.
    After reading through some of your posts and your about moi, I can see that we have a lot in common and am now excited to read more of your posts.

    1. Thanks 🙂 Im glad you liked the latest post, it got me to your blog.
      Haha, yeah, I’ve read a few of your posts and see what you mean by us having things in common. Hope to read more of your posts soon 🙂

  5. Here is a little Pablo Neruda to start this beautiful day.
    Here I love you.
    In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
    The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
    Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

    The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
    A silver gull slips down from the west.
    Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
    Oh the black cross of a ship.
    Alone.

    Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
    Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
    This is a port.

    Here I love you.
    Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
    I love you still among these cold things.
    Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
    that cross the sea towards no arrival.
    I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

    The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
    My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
    I love what I do not have. You are so far.
    My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
    But night comes and starts to sing to me.

    The moon turns its clockwork dream.
    The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
    And as I love you, the pines in the wind
    want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

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