Hmmmm... I Just Wonder...

OK so... There are some questions my World Literature professor posted after our discussion on Egyptian literature:

1. Are all human achievements futile after death? 
2. Who discovers one's purpose to live?

Well, here's a short thing of what I have to say about such:

1. Humans achieved so much so well in their journeys through life. But then again, after death, it all does become futile. Why so? Simply because a new life means a new beginning. Some people, if not all, believe that there is eternal life after one's earthly death. And because of such it is the reason that all things must be back to Square 1 and begin everything from the start. Only difference is, this start has no end, and it will continuously go on. 

2. As for the discovery of one's purpose in life, it is simply self-discovery. We go through this journey called life to find our purpose of existence. "Who are we?" "Why do we live?" "Exist?" It is for us to find out. No one can find out all these but ourselves. As we continue to walk our own "yellow brick roads" to the fulfillment of these things,  we will be in a never-ending cycle on search for our purpose in living in this place we call Earth. 

'Til the next blog, peeps! :))

The Life of a Writer (Well, Sort Of)

A paper. A pen. A very colorful and playful imagination. Well, a writer like me would not treat those as simply-owned things. To me, these are the ingredients to create a very good writer. I have to admit that I love writing, and it's as if it's already carved on my veins. It is my ultimate source of happiness, contentment, inspiration and appreciation for the gift of talents. (Hey, not everyone is gifted with the gift of written expression). I am blessed to be one of those who are blessed to have such talent. I used the write poems, sonnets, and even short stories. And until now, I still write on my journal. Every sheet of paper is like gold to me; every pen a mighty sword; every imagination kept in a treasure chest deep in my mind. One question: how did I come across discovering this dear talent of mine? Well, let me share you a piece of my life as a sort-of writer...

When I was in the 4th grade of my elementary years, my imagination got very vivid until I could not hold it on my mind anymore that I needed to just pour it out, express it, and just place it somewhere. Finding a pen and paper near me, I just started writing all of them. Added a few details here and there, edited them, and voila! I made my first story, "The Father and His Daughter" (R.I.P to it. I could not find it anymore) :(( And so it began; my appreciation for my gift. I started writing poems which were dedicated to my dear father. Then, as years went by, Shakespeare inspired me to try making some sonnets (the first being entitled The Sonnet of A Sweet Dream).

I am very jubilant about such, and I am blessed to have a deep appreciation for it. Up until now, I write the things that I see and experience, and even what my heart feels for the people I love the most.

(Phew! Ain't that cute? Oh well, 'til the next blog!) :)))

A Few Posts That Have Figurative Language In Them (a.k.a Figurative Language)

So recently, we made stuff about the different figures of speech. Well, I gave it a go. Just tried to actually post an actual blog that has an actual figure of speech included in the actual stuff. :)))

(I abused the use of the word "Actual". I love myself for it.) :))

1. My friends just kept talking and talking, that they filled the entire mezzanine (even the entire Paseo!) with jumbled words and misunderstood noises. Know what I did? I just sat there in one corner, looking like a living statue. I just, well, stared at them like how a predator would stare at his prey, or how a strict person would stare at someone sternly. They all just stared at me back. No, I still didn't utter a word. Kept it shut like a hibernated squirrel. 

2. As I have observed tonight, the glittery stars bowed down to the Lord of Evil Velvet Sky and were overshadowed by his Raven Knights. Poor stars. NO WAIT. Poor, deceived human beings. Not a lamp to shine on their inner eyes to free them from the blindness they've been stuck in for almost an eternity. 

And lastly, a special (figurative letter message for my dear boyfriend, Henrick) :">

3. Oh dear Henrick, I can't help but love you more and more everyday. Your voice soothes me like a cup of hot jasmine tea, makes me feel warm like a hand-crocheted sweater, and you care for me as though it's a true friend's care. One thing bothers me though... You are so tall, I can reach out the books in the library for you. :))

So there you have it folks. 'Til the next blog! :))

Back to Blogging

Hello hello :) I'm back to blogging after 12345 millenniums. :))

Anyways, there are a few reasons why I got back into blogging again:

1. I REALLY MISSED BLOGGING;
2. This is required for my World Literature subject;
3. I have loads of new things to share with everyone;
4. I just wanna see how my blogging skills are again after a super long time of not blogging;
5. I really just wanna blog stuff again.

Oh well peeps, it begins now. Hahahahaha. Hope you guys and gals read it again :D