This past August, I traveled to England on my own and not only was it an AMAZING trip, it was a real eye opener for me. I learned so much about myself and all the great things I was capable of doing. You can say that this trip was a rite of passage for me.
So I just wanted to share some the writings that put down while I was there (not much though, I was traveling from place to place frequently). I hope you enjoy reading them!
August 8, 2016
Well, I’m finally here again! I really didn’t think it hit me until I looked outside my hotel room’s window and saw the beautiful stonework and the scenic landscape. I’m finally back in England! Windermere to be most exact. As far as I can see, Windermere is a gorgeous small town. I already feel relaxed here. The streets are a little narrow but what do you expect for a small town? I can’t wait to start exploring it tomorrow and see what Windermere has to offer. Continue reading “Vacation Insights”→
I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.
In a matter of hours In a matter of one day Our hope burned out The rights we hold dear to our hearts Disappeared like a ghost in the night The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence Look up into our own, asking us “Why?” “Why did we do this?” Our silence speaks volumes As the dark cloud hovers In a matter of hours In a matter of one day
The King’s dream The stem of our fight for change Our cause for hope A laughingstock amongst arrogant men The lady in green A symbol of freedom and dreams Now shivers in fear Uncertain of what is to come The flag, waving proudly in the heavens Lost all meaning In a matter of hours In a matter of one day
The media says “Accept” The media say “We must unite” The media does not say “We’re sorry” The idolized, used, benefited Not once seeing the truth The trust has gone The pain lingers In a matter of hours In a matter of a day
I feel lost I am angry I feel empty My country is gone My heart is shattered This heavy cloud has told me It’s not okay that I’m me It’s not okay that my family are here My friends are different when we are one in the same Now, we must wait Our uncertain future lurks around the corner All the progress we made All the hope we accomplished Undone In just one hour In just one day
Since Banned Books week is coming to a close, I thought discussing censorship would be a perfect way to end the week.
When this annual event occurs, it always amazes how underappreciated reading is in society. Really, think about it. Book lovers show appreciation for it all the time, but rest of the world? They take advantage of it and don’t really listen to what the words have to say.
Take a look at these frequently challenged books from the ALA. Can you imagine these books not being accessible to the public due to people having difficulties with what is being said. My answer to that:
Don’t read it.
As a human being, we were all endowed with free will, a choice. And we use that free will to ensure that we are making the right decisions for ourselves. So if there is something you don’t like that you are seeing or reading, that is your right. No one expects you to like everything you read. But you don’t have the right to prevent others reading from that said questionable reading material. In your opinion, you find it offensive and inappropriate but you can’t impose your own ideas on others. Continue reading “Weekly Tea Discussion: Censorship”→
I wrote this short story in high school and thought I post it here. Hope you enjoy! 🙂
Seeing nature is different these days. The birds would sing their lovely melody to the new world. Trees would whisper to each other as if about the latest gossip of what happened this past winter. Their hands budding new leaves and spreading out their newly sprung fingers. The new scent that gives a great feeling that something good will happen. These are the fascinating things I would have observed. But today I see my heart dark and gloomy. The birds are all gone and the trees are all dead. The ground is barren not springing out new life. I am just staring out the window of our new house and see all of this instead of the transition of new birth. Continue reading “Cold Summer”→