Friend, Fun, Flavour!

The 1st best friend that I had was in 2005. She was like the world's greatest friend anyone could ever have! There wasn't any less fun than 'The Hangover'. Well, except the drinking and leaving on the roof top of a re-known casino or got a tiger in the bathroom or got a baby in a cupboard or stuffs like that. But that memories that we had is all surrounded by food. We are chatty and compassionate, with food, we are just some of the deadly enemies from the 'Transporter' When we were young, I remember fight with Maryum about out tiffin. I was the bigger eater but she knew karate, man! My pasta and her cheese toasted sandwiches, when we were in a good mood we shared nicely. Otherwise...! And by the end of tiffin period, we had a smile on our face as huge and broad like the Hoover Dam. Maryum had a special side of her. She used to (I think she still does!) had these weird thoughts like, if there was a good-looking man was passing by, she would whisper in my ears and say, "I just had this vision that this man's gonna go shirt-less and kick our teacher's ass!" As all her thoughts weren't hilarious, weird and lame, it was the glue that made us stick together. The difference were, between us, she loves food the way it is made naturally and I love creating something new out of the old taste and adding a new texture, just like I love doing with my writing! Writing is a part of both of us, in a different way. Mine is blogging and writing in a piece of paper. Her was in Facebook! Which was, is and will be annoying! But it was always, "Friends are only best friends, when there is the word, FOOD's present!!! At least in my life!"

Lone Wolf Years II

It was the peace, back than!

Time to time my life started to change. It started to swallow the strong, hard truth. My younger brother was born in 2009. I thought he was the only reason I should look back. But he wasn't. When I got addicted to music and pencil sketching, it felt like the only way out of my family. Mum hated dad and vice versa. Their everyday fight made me wanna leave it all behind and run where my eyes landed. At home it was mum and dad, at school friends and teachers. One or two friends in particular, stood up. So did a teacher. They wanted to help but they were as much scared of the alpha as I was! Songs of Michael Jackson, Cristina Aguilera, One republic, Gavin DeGraw were some kind of energy that made you believe. I still want to go good with music but now it is just a old buried deep memory that nobody cares about. After I left music, it was words that gave me the answer of who I am. But this writing passion is only broaden to my blog and G-mail. Writer's Cafe, Writer's Discussion Group and Writers Corner. My mum loves to compare me with others. She comes up to my room and goes all yappity yippity yap about our neighbours kids and her family and the students of our society, especially the one that is all-rounder. She also loved to tell dad a meter more about how I behaved that day, whenever I came home! It was like a 1 on 2 handicap match. They kept tagging and beating the shit out of me, whispering in my ears, "It's for your own good!" I remember telling them to just encourage and love me for what I've became and not to compare me with others. My father has this amazing line that he do loves saying, "What have those students been eating and what we've been feeding you that you fail? They eats rice and so do you! Then why can't you pass?" That was the last time I sobbed over these little things! I started to search a way to bury those, deep inside. And boxing was the pretty, little, nasty solution. I also started to talk back and be rude to anyone who's nice to me. Now my mum comes up to me and say's, "You changed a lot!" But since than nobody has ever been successful in beating me! Literally and mentally! And if life gave me lemons and rather than making lemonade, I sold those lemon on wholesale prize and having a great life! I tell you to do the same! And am waiting for the day when I will be able to make my parents, teachers and friends proud (also jealous) of me!!! ;-*

Lone Wolf Years.

Days, weeks and months passed by when not a single classmates of mine came up to me and said, "Good Morning" or "Hi!" I was never depressed about that. I started my life pretty much like that! When I came home from school and went up to my bedroom and sat on my bed, pretending to be happy and had a nice day, a sentence used to fly away from our kitchen on the left, "Take a shower and tidy your room!" I wouldn't say I was an obedient, but the reason I wasn't is because I wanted to get attention, wanted the warmth and the most probably for accusing me for something I haven't done. My parent's never really trusted me because of my arguing. When there was all spanking and ranting, I just hold my breathe and told myself, there will be a time when our neighbours would drop by for this or that and when my family would talk with them, my parents would say, pointing to the bookshelf's first compartment, "that's my girl's book, she's a writer"! I wasn't ever be able to make my mum and dad proud of anything, and I wants to as much as anything. My friends was, is and will be playing a great role in my writing life and everything that surrounds it. When I first told my mum and dad that I opened a blog and I love writing, they were like, "Pfft, yeah, right! My daughter can't even add 1+1 she writes!" But just that attitude made me bit my tongue hard as I could and it would be until I made a cut. But I knew deep inside somewhere that these people are the reason me being what I am. I love music and it was my first career choice, but they was successful in that mission! When I promoted to 6, I started to get friends, cause I changed myself. I used to be silent and not funny at all! I 'had' to change myself to get friends. And now when my best friend calls me and ask's what I'm doing, I just slap the slang-est word on her in my mind and say, Fine. When I first started my whole writing and music and boxing fiasco, the natural feedback was like the arrows thrown by Katniss Everdeen! Still, those are the only feedback I hang onto. And to accomplish my goal and make my family proud of me. Thinking outside the box was like committing a crime called, Drug Dealing! But with all the melodrama on my life, I don't want anyone to pity on me. I just wanna say, "Life would give you the worst, find the best in it. Cause it is way too short to think and the best is breath-taking! And writer's it's our only hope!" : )

Foods, Words = Love!

I still can recall when I first fell in love in. Well, in true love. At first when I told my friends about him, they were like, 'It's a celebrity crush, it's gonna fade with time!' I wanted it to fade with time, too.It was rather painful than bright sky, tasteful broccolis and doing the homework on time. I usually used to stay up late, go to the balcony, and tell myself to stop liking someone I didn't even knew about. Not to be a far-fetched  human being. But it was the only thing that kept me sane. Made me see the positive side of a positive thing. He made me believe in things that I didn't even knew could be done my me! I wasn't at all moral, nice, kind and optimistic. But seeing him made believe that I can accomplish anything. Also him being a cook also struck me! I loved food and I also loved writing about it! I used to take out that old leather blue diary and try to write sth that was only related to him and me, like foods explained through a bunch of dictionary words. As I typed before, the celebrity crush, well he is was and possibly will be the grounds to watch the Masterchef Australia S5! Yeah, I'm being way to precise. But when I look at the 50 page document of him and me, I feel like and idiot! But also in the other hand, kinda think that I deserve a chance. Currently I have nowhere to go with that document and somehow, I don't want him to know. Cause I know, getting your heart broke can mean nothing and everything. I had mine's broken once, the wound's healed, but the scar's still there! It was horrible the first time and the past has an astute and cunning way of haunting my present and future. And, only mine, cause I know, "To love someone is an awesome feeling and only love can change a person and their aspect! But food can love and change and also make you look like African Orang-utan! And by it, I meant the fatty one!" ;-P

Without words!

I remember a time, when nobody in my class wanted to talk with me because I always used to write something in this blue leather like covered diary from 1998. It was my mum's diary which she kept in a wooden drawer sideways to our 13 year old bed. She never used it and when I asked for it she would say, "At first learn words to write on it, then do whatever you wanna do with that diary." I took that way too seriously. I started to take out my first dictionary from a large half broken glassed bookshelf and started to search the words that can mesmerise a writer. And my first word that I learned and got was, Dilapidated. Used in the terms of buildings and furnitures, old and in very bad condition. I felt like, at that time, this word was talking about me! I went to their bedroom, opened the drawer and took the diary out. I felt like quit a jackpot hitter at that time! And I sat in front of the TV with that diary on my lap, thinking who am I and can a single word describe a story. I tuned HBO, and it was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on air. I saw the movie un-blinked, well when there wasn't a break! A story of a child who knows the right timing and was full of faith. The movie ended and the first thought that poped into my mind was, 'Can there be a part II of that story?' Well, I did wrote one part 2 and I lost it too. That was my first story that wasn't without words. It was full of imagination, idiocy and gangster! And when I was upgraded to 6, it was recognised my the name, "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer"! I'm still surprised, too! Seriously, the story really didn't have a word that the student of my grade that time knew and I still feel great! And now, when I sit in front of my laptop to proceed all my 7 stories, I'm naturally, find myself, Without Words!!!

My Intro in Blogger!

Whoever posted this picture, THANK YOU!

Hello my dear friends! I'm Humayra Morshed AKA Huge Boxer. I'm an ameutuer writer and I've started this blog to share my wordventure with all the writers like me out their and to know to know your story. And also to get advice from professional writers, best-selling authors, journalists, screen-writers and much more. And I'm hoping to create a memory with everyone here and want to have a best-selling book, out there. So, hoping to get many people this was my introduction and if you have any kinds of questions to ask, just send it to ZexanditsCreations@gmail.com Thank You writers and journalists for making this world a better place to live in. Au revoir!