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!