I love this photo.
Travel Log
After watching a few videos of Rick Steve on Youtube, I was very inspired by him to be a travel log since I love travelling, especially to Europe, more parts of the US and both South and Central America.
Movie & Musical Review
I love to write about movies and musicals that I had seen, so whenever the latter is adapted into the former. I would also compare them if I had seen a musical before, however spoiler alerts ahead!
Book & Movie Review
Although I had done this a couple of times on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons, I hope to do more of this!
Enjoy Writing!
Whenever I write, I tried to improve myself and on my writing skills. It also became a hobby that I really enjoy!
How I wish!
Sixteen per minute.
Over twenty thousand per day.
Blink.
Your eyes are dry.
Blink.
It quenches their thirst for more to see.
You see a bright light.
Blink.
Your eyesight is too precious to be invaded by floating purple clouds.
You see a horrifying scene.
Blink.
Your mind's eye can fill you with pleasant thoughts to overcome it.
You hear a loud sound.
Blink.
The startling moment will make you involuntarily jump.
You get hurt.
Blink.
With all the wincing, it's just natural.
There's dirt in your eyes.
Blink.
The irritation will block from seeing more new things.
You're tired.
Blink.
Your eyes recharge in just a split second.
You're going blind.
Blink.
Hold in the last image.
Over twenty thousand per day.
Blink.
Your eyes are dry.
Blink.
It quenches their thirst for more to see.
You see a bright light.
Blink.
Your eyesight is too precious to be invaded by floating purple clouds.
You see a horrifying scene.
Blink.
Your mind's eye can fill you with pleasant thoughts to overcome it.
You hear a loud sound.
Blink.
The startling moment will make you involuntarily jump.
You get hurt.
Blink.
With all the wincing, it's just natural.
There's dirt in your eyes.
Blink.
The irritation will block from seeing more new things.
You're tired.
Blink.
Your eyes recharge in just a split second.
You're going blind.
Blink.
Hold in the last image.
Okay, so I'm writing a book on www.FanFiction.net, and it's about the Sookie Stackhouse Novels by Charlaine Harris, its a fan fiction, so I dont want to make publicity out of it, I just want ppl to read it, and tell me what they think!
So, if you have time on your hands, and you wanna read what I wrote (which has vampires and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what you think in comment if you have a fan fiction account, if not tell me what you think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good or not...thanks for reading this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
So, if you have time on your hands, and you wanna read what I wrote (which has vampires and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what you think in comment if you have a fan fiction account, if not tell me what you think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good or not...thanks for reading this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
how can you look
straight into my eyes,
and see none of the pain
reflect from my glossy stare?
how can you spit lies
right to my face,
and feel none of the regret
from the shame?
how can you kiss me
so harsh and coldly,
and not understand
that your hurting us both?
i dont know what your doing,
or even why,anymore.
i dont see how you can break
such an innocent heart,
and keep smiling
that beautifully irritating smile.
i dont see how you could do this
to anyone who let you in so much,
and just shove them from your mind.
when i get close,
you move further away.
when i smile,
yours fades.
when i laugh,
you become silent.
and when im gone,
youre at your happiest.
i dont see why i keep trying.
nothing i do is ever good enough.
and honestly,
you really just dont care.
thats how you can do
all the horrible things you do.
all because
you just dont give a shit.
straight into my eyes,
and see none of the pain
reflect from my glossy stare?
how can you spit lies
right to my face,
and feel none of the regret
from the shame?
how can you kiss me
so harsh and coldly,
and not understand
that your hurting us both?
i dont know what your doing,
or even why,anymore.
i dont see how you can break
such an innocent heart,
and keep smiling
that beautifully irritating smile.
i dont see how you could do this
to anyone who let you in so much,
and just shove them from your mind.
when i get close,
you move further away.
when i smile,
yours fades.
when i laugh,
you become silent.
and when im gone,
youre at your happiest.
i dont see why i keep trying.
nothing i do is ever good enough.
and honestly,
you really just dont care.
thats how you can do
all the horrible things you do.
all because
you just dont give a shit.
