Invite yourself to the opportunity of regaining enthusiasm for life: Travel

Invite yourself to the opportunity of regaining enthusiasm for life: Travel

  The Earth that we are living in is full of tremendous and indescribable beauty. It consists of both natural and man-made beauty. One can hardly experience it all in a single lifetime. However, it is considered that travelling either is a luxurious living or an unnecessary burden. But there are some people who consider travelling a vital part of living a fulfilled life. Truly, experiencing the Earth’s sights is a valuable and worth experience.

  In case you are very much afflicted with travelling then there is no actual better time to start than when you are young. It is the very beautiful world to live in to not to see as much as possible in a single lifetime. Ecological tourism is somewhat acknowledgeable for all walks of living. It includes climbing mountains and exploring deserts. It is simply nothing but enjoying the sights of the countryside. There are also some man-made cultures like the ancient Pyramids of Giza to the charm of sea-side villages of Greece. An excellent quote thereby goes from St. Augustine for you to get lost in the sights,

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

   It is rather a big world out there. Travelling young can be a good choice as it can get very daunting for selecting which tremendously beautiful destinations to travel in the course of a single lifetime. Also it helps to shape your worldview. It can help you knowing yourself and what you believe in that can have an effective impact on the rest of your life. So, be wise and do not let indecision let you down. Choose natural wonders to man-made masterpieces whether from wildlife to cityscapes. Make it happen before you make other scary life decisions and take on world with real adult experience.

   Travel in actually, transforms us fundamentally. Gandhi puts it as, “be the change you want to see in the world.”

   The new activities in all the new places from taking a break from your daily mundane life with technological support, offers you an opportunity to retrieve from your unwanted habits. It is empowering as well, to surround yourself away from your past and be with people unaware of them. So, it reinforces you with your willingness to enlarge your horizons and move on to new ways of life.

Travelling is a way of introducing your mind and body to a new possibility

   It is up to you actually, to make your dream come true by taking the first step toward travelling. It is actually easier than you think since we already believe that travelling around the globe should be done at least once in our lifetime.

  Travelling can help you getting a better-rounded person. You have to keep yourself open about it. The challenge and opportunities of travelling lets you find out who you are in such a way that the road brings. It invites the opportunity of getting lost and facing the fears of the unknown of the globe. However, it all helps you to rediscover yourself.

   While travelling you meet a few kinds of people. Some of them usually become the most value ones. It gives you more points on the map for visiting later on. Travelling creates very meaningful relationships with a glimpse outside of your circle of people. It gradually strengthens your perspectives on various things. With travelling we get provided with the knowledge about the places that we are visiting and educate us about its history and heritage. It simply connects us to various cultures and people from there.

   What the good thing about travelling is, that you will develop the skills you probably were not aware that you had. The moment when you climb the top of a mountain or cross a channel or even scuba drive, you will find yourself having a few new skills and access them to the fullest. There are always satisfactions in being able to say words of different language. Whether it is a hello in Greek or thanks in Thai, and even a language that you were not aware of its existence a few weeks ago. It simply expands our view or awareness and introduces us to a greater diversity. Travelling breaks our habits mentally, physically and at times, emotionally. It gives you a taste of adventure. You achieve a feel for what being an active person is like. However you are given a time for healing with reduced stress and finally, help you regain enthusiasm for your lives. It strokes extreme curiosity and awakens our inner childishness by offering us first-time experiences. Also, you are promoted with patience allowing life to flow more like organically.

  The thing is, if you want to do it now then the possibility is that, you have always wanted to. You had your imaginations, dreams and visions. It sucks to be stuck in a mundane rut. Travelling is full of joyous moments and challenges. Joy and challenge is somewhat adjoined, overcoming challenge results in joy. These are for your own knowledge and education. The sights of the world give you a view that no school can teach you. The world itself is the greatest teacher. So, when you have envisioned yourself as a storyteller- this is your moment. You will get to nourish your brain with knowledge and body with foods flavored nothing like you ever had.

  If you are the person smitten with wanderlust, you dream big. While you are reading this, also proves that you are probably feeding on your envision of travelling. You dream of reaching new challenges and fight to overcome them. Having a trip can only satisfy your desire to see the unseen with your very own eyes. You will be able to accomplish what you have set out for doing and achieving your goals. And when life will get all mundane after returning from this one, you will find yourself setting up for the next challenge in no time.



Futile Salvage

Futile Salvage

She watched as the dark of night faltered. Slowly as the darkness withdrew, orange and red hue covered the sky, a strong breeze hit her face like a slap.

She watched as dawn broke, all her emotions undone, a trickle of water coursing down her shallow cheeks. A storm was gathering outside, so was the turmoil inside her heart. She knew of nothing more, she had lost all hope, even the rise of a new morning could not aspire her to start afresh.

She was broken. She thought hiding inside her dark room would help her escape all her emotions. But she was in the wrong. It was the darkness that had completely consumed her, how she hoped to run from that darkness as far as possible. But how could she run away from something she was utterly devoured in?

The inside of her mind was in a fiery chaos. She had been sleepless for the past month, she didn’t like to talk, to interact, and she didn’t like to eat at all. She grew weaker but she cared less, she watched herself grow thinner but she barely paid attention. She grew to be distant even between a crowd, she let herself be all that and didn’t bat her eyes once.

She cried to herself in the corner of her room, hidden from everyone. In the morning, she hid her puffy eyes behind black kohl and dark circles behind a heavy layer of concealer. She masked her face with the biggest lie- a smile.

Adorned in colorful clothes and high heels, she stomped around carefree, pretending to be what she was not- happy. In her pursuit of façade, she seemed the brightest like a sun, the happiest with a pretty smile, and the most beautiful at her prime. She redeemed her falsehood by crying to herself every night, whispering prayers to whom the prayers never seemed to reach.

So she watched as the dark of night slowly vanished behind the hues of blood. The tears dried off, her breath no longer hitched from her crying and she no longer had a will to cry. She was too weak and her mind was too clouded, just as the sky that now covered in dark, grey clouds- a storm raging too quick.

The wind soared high, the whooshing sound crying in its awake, ringing as if it had something to say. If you listened closely, it was a warning, an omen. Even the clouds called out, whispering their coos in a broken, alarmed tone.

And soon came down dribbles of water drops- one by one in two, three to thousand drips of rain as if it was mourning a loss. The wind dropped down, silenced and lost behind the grieving howl of the rain hitting the ground.

Eventually, all things meet to an end. The mourning had come to a halt, the clouds cleared up in its sadness to let the daybreak see light and the sun peeped through the unknown it yet had to face.

Little did the sun know as it peeked through the window to greet the saddest girl it knew, only to welcome her lifeless body laid in front of it, defying gravity. Staring with utter perplex, it wondered of the complexity of life, of broken soul and a beautiful smile. In time, all comes to an end, all is lost for the sun had always thought its ray of light set everything right.


A change in the habit

So I was trying a new hair color to bring a change to myself. 

I don’t know if the color suited me but I did it anyway. I thought it would bring some changes in me. You know like those kinds of movies, where you do a makeover from head to toe after a break up. 

No, I didn’t have a break up. I was just tired of dealing with stuffs. So after I colored my hair, my mum said it wasn’t much of a attractive color. 

Within a month, the color faded. And now, it’s something between brown and red. It looks cool now. 

So did the change in my haircolor bring any changes in me? Nope. I don’t understand how a makeover can change people at all. All I know is I am sadder now, more distressed and more depressed. 

Although I put new color on my hair, I couldn’t actually bring a new color in my life. That’s how tge reality is. Without even trying to bring a change, you cannot expect it to change over the night. I did try to change, maybe the effort wasn’t worth it. 

My problem is, I don’t try hard enough. I quit easily. And then regret all my life for not continuing. I understand tge hardships, I also understand hardwork. What I don’t understand is even after giving my all, I remain at the end of the road, as the last person. Always losing. 

This is why I am depressed. I haven’t slept multiple nights. I haven’t been able to attend classes. I have even laid in the bed all day. I was at the verge of giving up. 

I don’t know if I will give up at last. I don’t know if I’ll step forward either. I’m just so tired of dealing with everything that I want to stop. I want to stop and look at the sun and bathe in it’s sunlight. I want to stand at the corner of the mountain and scream with all my heart. I just want to sit in a corner and cry my heart out. I also want to throw everything away, run on the beach with naked feet and consume myself in the sea water. I want to touch the clouds at the cliff of a mountain or just stand watching the sunset. 

I also want to fight with all my might. I just want a strong hand to pull me through it all. A hand to wipe my tears and tell me that I’m strong. A hand that can quench all the darkness with a simple smile. I’m tired. But I want to fly too. 


They say ghosts aren’t real.

It’s not them wandering around on the surface of earth.

Ghosts are monsters living within us.

Ghosts are preditors feeding on innocense.

Ghosts are us, facading to be something we are not.


The ghosts are the past we left behind, as we hold on to them, they crumble up to pull us back into the darkness.

They clutch us in the strength of their claws. 

While we live, we forget what is real and what is unreal. We give in to our inner ghosts, inner darkness and then hope for someone to rescue us.

Can we be saved from this unreal image that clutch us to our own nightmares?

From The Memories of A Confused Child

From The Memories of A Confused Child

The world is whimsical. The more you see, the more you get confused

While growing up, I wondered often what was it like facing the world. I used to stand in my long varenda of my old house, the house I spent my childhood in, and watched people walking by. I used to think their life must be a pleasant one. How could they not be happy?

I used to get confused when I used to walk on that road myself. Thinking that they road led to my answer, I happily followed. As I grew up to have enough sense, I realized it was a just facade. No life is a pleasant one. You have to make a life of your own. From childhood, we are taught to fight in this world, to make a stand in this society, to take what you can. 

No one taught me not to trust anyone. Now, I easily fall into the traps made by people, trusting them. The more I see them, the more I am confused. Is it me? Or have they always been like that? Cruel, immoral and discriminative?

No, it’s just the way they are. Because they are human. Humans are the only creature who can deceive, who can say things they don’t mean, who can backstab us and leave.

No, I don’t get confused anymore. I stand in a path where I have to fight my war alone. And I will because in this world, being innocent and confused won’t take you to the path you want to reach. Instead, I have to take one step at a time, take a breath so I am not confused anymore and go ahead.

Ahead, where I can be happy and have a pleasant life. Where the life is not whimsical but a peaceful one. 


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Monday Motivation

 I was being pursued on how to put an impact on my life.  I am in a point of life where having an aim is really important but I am still flipping around like a wingless bird trying to fly. It’s not that I don’t have an aim, it’s just that I am still looking. There’s so many things to do in life and I am not one of those who settles down for less. I did dream of being something I thought I could be. But that dream now, is long lost.

I don’t dream anymore. Because frankly, I have seen too many things for my age. No matter how much I think I am important, I am not wanted. Do you know how it feels when you realize that you live in a world where you are not wanted?

You listen to all those sad songs on your playlist all day long. You have this face where everyone keeps asking if you are okay but that’s just show and truthfully no one cares. You are angry but you cannot cry because there are too many people in front of you. You want to throw everything away, you want to torch down something but your moral stops you. You even read a few pages of books you’ve kept down for a while and then just throw it away because you can’t get over your hurtful thoughts. At some point, even the sad songs that you were listening on high volumn cannot keep you in control. You let go of those few drops of tears that had been forming, but it still cuts deep.

You’d say this is even more important to keep a dream. I’m not idealistic. I’m plain realistic and in this world no one gives a damn about what you want. If you have a fight with your family and decide to skip eating, they don’t give a damn. If you have a fight with them and decide to throw a tantrum, they’ll just blame you for everything. No one accepts their own fault. They just have to blame someone else.Even if it’s your parents, even if it’s your siblings.

I am a simple girl and I have few things that I expect from people. Not random people, I expect things from my family because I have a right. When in front of your own eyes, your sisters are prioritized and when you tell someone that they think that you are being jugdy. That you are wrong and no parents ever discriminate between their children. I’m not being jugdy and whatever I am saying is true. I have no value whatsoever in my family and I easily expect things from people in the outside world for the things I don’t get at home. But you know how the outside world is, right?

You don’t. Everyone says something about people having two faces and all and how they know all about it. That’s not quite true. They have only one face. It’s their inside that is ugly. All people are ugly. They use people with their sweet talks, when they are not useful anymore, they throw them away like rotten lipstick. Even I treat my lipsticks better, no matter how expensive and branded lipsticks they use, ugly would always be ugly. So this is how the real world is- ugly. 

You thought I was writing about how motivational Monday can be? Well, I’m sorry I got you wrong. People are ugly, after all. They never quite pass your expectations. People sell bull and tell the customers how good the material is. When the curtain falls, we all see how damaged the product really is. Thing is, we all are damaged. We all have lost our morals somewhere at some point. We all are ugly, we all are petty little pitiful things. 

No matter how good a Korean drama is, it’s still just a drama created and written by people. That’s how screwed a human brain is. I said earlier, I have stopped dreaming. I might have seen all the forms of ugliness in people and now, whoever talks nicely to me- I feel it’s all just a facade. I can’t trust anymore, I can’t breathe normally anymore. Yet, as I see more, I still become a little speechless. But it doesn’t surprise me anymore. The bitchiest of bitches smile at me thinking I haven’t seen their bitchy side, and I smile at them innocently thinking they don’t know that I know about them. This is how people lives in this world. Pretending at every stage, faking every moment and shrewdly passing lies. 

So it’s pointless pursuing a dream when I know there are people hovering around me trying to make me fall. Instead, I am looking for a goal. So that when I reach my destination, all these people trying to bring me down, watches me with burning chest and rueful eyes. I want people to hate me so that I can take pleasure knowing I have surpassed them. I know I have to work hard for that. I know I have to be strong. I have to bring myself to a point where when I look at myself in the mirror, I see those people who were against me burning with jealousy. I want to see those people sigh that they couldn’t bring me down. And I want to take pride in that. I don’t know what’s there in the future for me. I don’t have faith in the world anymore but I am willing to try. I am a girl, who may cry when she cannot hold on any longer. But I am the same girl who stands alone in her way of journey. And I have to find my own way to my goal. 

I refuse to be ugly in this world of ugliness. There’s a reason for those people who hate me. I want them to hate me more when I climb higher. Their hatred is my strength and I’m going to feed from it.

No matter how much my family discrimates me, people try to bring me down, I know I am above them all. I create my future. I will become an identity that would be respected and people would be ashamed for making it hard for me. I will ensure that.

55 Facts of Song Joong Ki (Part 1)

Still, to celebrate our Joong Ki’s birthday so I collect this. The facts are taken and compiled from some interviews, shows, and events he attend. Check it out! ^_^

1. He was born on September 19th 1985, the year of cow.

2. His blood type : A

3. His height : 178 cm, and weight : 65 kg.

4. He lived in Taejeon before move to Seoul for his career.

5. He became the model in Tei’s sad ballad MV, Poisonous (Wicked) Tongue.

6. When he was small, he don’t like people to call him ‘pretty’. But now, he likes when people call him ‘pretty’.

7. Since before debut, he always put a sunscreen when he goes to play basketball.

8. He likes to sing ballad song and want to play guitar when singing like Bruno Mars.

9. He has an older brother who is very different from him (masculine…

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A Romance with Victorian Classics: Silas Marner

A Romance with Victorian Classics: Silas Marner

My mother was a great book lover. She had tons of books in her shelf and I’ve seen her reading them in a late afternoon or on a lazy weekend. Maybe that was the reason I wanted to have my own books. It wasn’t until the 4th grade that I was lucky enough to own a book. My father had bought me one when I got chicken pox. It had adaptations from great stories like Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Three Musketeers, Gulliver’s Travels, and such. Since then, the journey of my love for English literature began.
In English literature, if you are looking for a good book to read, you will firstly be introduced to books by some of the renowned contemporary writers. Getting introduced to English literature meant knowing about the Victorian or Georgian age- contextually meaning the period of Queen Victoria’s reign from the early 19th to 20th century.
Victorian literature was not the only shining period in the history of English Literature. However, it was the novel that was dominant in this period to the English literary public which makes it the most important in the field of literature. The Romantic Literature, which preceded the Victorian Literature also gave us some great works including poetry and novels, but the dominating genre of this era was poetry.
As a lover of contemporary novels, my first introduction to English Literature had been when I was at the age of 12. I have always had fascination to classical novels and a love towards the then rising Europe. My first book was Silas Marner that belonged to my elder sister. I remember it took 6 days to reach the ending but I hadn’t been able to finish it. She had sold the book. Yeah.
I don’t know why I had picked this particular book while there were many other books in front of me like Arms and the Man, A Tale of Two Cites, Sons and Lovers, Measure for Measure or even W. B. Yeats. But it was the cover of the book that had me like ‘okay, this is the book I want to read.’ I think as a child, the book rendered to me as an easy read and the story wasn’t very impressive. But it was a good one. The main character wasn’t talking to me, he was all by himself- quiet and stoic. It’s like you are peeping through a window and watching everything happening. I liked how Elliot narrated it and her powerful voice came through in her writing.
Silas Marner had left quite an impression on me. Since then my hunger for contemporary books had grown. This book covered a pretty good idea about the 19th Century Europe and George Elliot combined symbolism with a historically precise setting in order to create a tale of love and hope. The reason I liked Silas Marner was because the novel explored the issues of family, and impacts of industrialization on English society of the sophisticated England.
Before that, my thought on England was that it was a heaven on Earth, a Utopia in the middle of civilization. These novels attracted me to know more and as I continued to read, my idea of Europe changed. It gave a much broader idea not only about the functions of various social ingredients and customs and traditions but also about the contrast between the life of sophistication and the common. And in order to apprehend that England, we have to understand how England emerged through the Romantic period. England was also going through the process of great changes and improvements especially in the Romantic era. It was the era when there were wars – French Revolution, Napoleonic wars and the First World War. These wars seemed to influence the Romantic era along with the political and social turmoil that came with it. The start of the Romantic Movement that is marked in Wordsworth and Coleridge’s poems from Lyrical Ballads spread along the lands of Europe. It greatly influenced the literary public and was noticeable in some of the contemporary writer’s writings.
While most Romantics were broadly progressive in their views and some seemed to keep conservative views- which was overly disrupted by Western traditions of rationality, the idea of moral absolute and agreed values for over a century. It slowly led to nationalism that we can see in Goethe’s work to even totalitarianism and fascism. However, the end of Romantic era is marked by a new style of Realism that greatly affected the literature. This movement was led by France, with Balzac and Flaubert in literature. Stendhal was an important precursor of Realism. In music, after about 1850 such works are referred to as “Late Romantic” or as Neoromantic” and “Postromantic”. Although in English literature, the convenient term “Victorian” evades having to characterize the period further.
But when I started to read Silas Marner, I didn’t know all these. In this Victorian classic I could see the 19th century England before my eyes while reading it. It was the England that recovered from the Romantic era and stepped into the Victorian era. Elliot painted a wonderfully vivid picture of English life in the village of Raveloe portraying varied aspects of human nature- cowardice, greed, despair, moral inflexibility, love, devotion and hope. All I could see in front of my eyes was that it’s a person who is interacting with life, with himself and other characters. He is honest and believes in religion until he is betrayed by his own friend and is left by the church. He gets everything back in the face of a little girl and her unconditional love. In the final page, he appears as a man with new faith, inner strength and maturity.
Elliot greatly narrated a place that portrayed the functions and beliefs of the people from the 19th century. You can easily start to believe that Raveloe is a real living place filled with flaws, defeats and triumphs of real human life.

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If Your Life Was a Book, What Would You Call It?

All my life, I have read books that I found intriguing. I considered myself to be in those books, a character playing a part and not as just an audience. I have lived their lives, I have won battles and I have cried and felt joy along with them. These books have been a part of my life, a part that I have found rich and voluminous. But reading them was not enough.

I had to see if there was anyone who was me. A girl who saw the world just as I do, who sometimes danced when walking while no one watched, sometimes she talked so much she forgets where she had started. A girl who thought the world was unfair while she loved it at the same time, who held sparks in her eyes, enough to ablaze someone who looked too deep. I’ve searched through the books of Hardy, Shakespeare or Austen but never been able to find that one girl who resembled me. Perhaps, I am still to be written. I am yet to be described in those poetic gestures lovers use to describe their soul mate.

No, I am unwritten because I still have to choose what I would like to create for myself in any aspect of my life. It is so easy to get busy with everyday boring tasks, same old stuffs and slowly drift away from what your heart actually wants. What if tomorrow when you are sitting at a restaurant with your friends, watching Tom Hardy on that big screen TV getting comfy in his couch and they ask you “So, what have you been doing with your life?” and you realize you don’t have a story to tell. What if?

We all need a story of our life that we can tell people about. For that you need a pen and a paper. Well, lots of papers. I believe life isn’t about having a job and paying bills. Life is when you see yourself on the verge of making that dream come true. It’s about passion and courage – to reach the glory of success you have desired. If you don’t write that story yourself, no one else would. You are the author of your life and your life is the book you need to write. If you don’t have an idea what your story could be, just take a deep breath and let the story emerge slowly. Everything I do, I don’t have a certain intention or a conscious thought and most of the time I am stumbling upon things that I am doing. I am letting my own story emerge as it goes. But I don’t make it significant because if we did, it would become a pressure and we will lose hope from that.

So don’t see if your story is right, just see if you are taking it to where you want it to– that makes your heart sing. After all you are the author – you get to decide.


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