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Maleficent 2: Mistress Of Evil Review

Maleficent 2: Mistress Of Evil Review

Definitely contains spoilers, so proceed at your own risk. Maleficent Spoilers-filled Review So I watched Maleficent 2: Mistress of Evil. I’ll review it a bit. First of all, as anyone invested in this movie has already known by now, let’s make it clear that the delectable Brenton Thwaites is no longer playing the part of Prince Philip. Harris Dickinson is. I’ve never heard of Harris Dickinson before and I’m not sure if I have his name right. I personally still…

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Poetry : Sticks And Stones

Poetry : Sticks And Stones

STICKS AND STONES “STICKS AND STONES may break my bones, But words will never hurt me.” So they say, but I know is untrue, Because words can hurt just as much too. It’s not just the sticks you use to hit, That makes me recoil with terror; It’s the words you hurl, when they bit It hurts me much, much more. The glare you throw in my direction, It makes my hair stands on end; ‘cause I see the hatred,…

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Hidden Things

Hidden Things

Hidden No More Mark 4:22 KJV “For there is nothing hid, which shall not be manifested; neither was any thing kept secret, but that it should come abroad.” I remember an incident which involved myself when I was in school. A classmate accused me of cheating during a Math test. She was jealous because I received a higher mark than hers. I mean, sure Math wasn’t my strongest subject; I was an average student when it came to numbers. Even…

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Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Author’s Note : This poem was inspired by advises from the elderly, what we here called Old Man’s Wisdom. Old Man’s Wisdom Mine not to lead, but mine to follow, Mine not to weep, but mine to keep aglow; No rights have I to be your elder, Neither rights have I to be your teacher. But friend, true am I in sharing these words, My needs that you keep on the right road; As a friend so true, these words I…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 24)

His relatives all agreed that he was still young and that he could start fresh somewhere where the rest of his family still lived. He was going to get all the love and support he needed with them. I suppose I couldn’t argue with that logic. It didn’t make it any easier to handle the news. I remembered standing there in my room looking at him and trembling in grief, asking, “What about me then? What am I?” So what if I was being selfish and crying a little bit? Alright, I was crying a lot. Emotional teenager plus heartbreak, you get the watershed. Dominic was crying too, and looking torn. He said, “Nysa, it’s my granmama, my only close family left. She wants to move back,…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 23)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 23)

About three years of being not only ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ but also ‘best friends’, the relationship turned heart-breakingly sad for both of us. Dominic had just turned  sixteen when his mom died after a long battle with cancer. Understandably, Dominic grieved. His family was very close-knit and loved each other deeply. I tried to help and to comfort him as best as I could, but sometimes I felt overwhelmingly inadequate. What would you say to someone who had just lost the most important woman in his life? How would you make it okay? I was just fifteen going  on sixteen and still inexperienced when it came to tragedies and griefs, but I tried to be a strong person for Dominic. But Dominic, bless him, understood and accepted my comfort as well as he could, and eventually we both thought things would be okay. Except, Dominic’s father never got over his wife’s death. Even after being by her side for many years, supporting her in battling the disease and knowing she could die any day, he never gave up. And when she did die, his heart broke. Dominic once told me that before his beloved mom died, she talked about love and death, and the likelihood that at that one particular time in your life,…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 21)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 21)

Oh Dominic! Of course, I wouldn’t know how he was when he was around other people and I wasn’t around to see him interact with them. But all the signs were positive so far. Besides, relationship is all about risks and hopes, right, and getting to know the other person first, or so I thought. I guessed I wasn’t too naive after all. Anyway, time enough to make a concrete decision after all the pertinent information had been gathered. That sounded so detached, and rather mature, I demurred. And it goes both ways; he could be looking to get to know me first, too. I mean, just because you like a girl or a boy doesn’t mean it’s a done deal. Also let’s…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 20)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 20)

Falling In Love That naturally led to an all-out tug of war between us, until my mama demanded we stopped. Eventually, after much staring and glaring and assuring the parents that we – by which everybody meant mostly me – was fine and that there was no crisis or panicking of some sort happening, my parents went back downstairs, trusting us to keep our talk quiet, and also as my dad demanded, “Safe!” I glared at Maya, “See what you did? Now mama and dad know! I didn’t want them to! Now they’re going to suspect…

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Perfectly Blameless

Perfectly Blameless

What does it  mean to be of blame, and what does it mean to be blameless? This conversation happened between two friends : “I always get blamed for everything!” “Why? What did you do this time?” “…nothing!” “You don’t sound so sure.” “Well, I am. I did nothing!” “Nothing?” “Nothing.” “Well…. I don’t mean to sound judge–y, but maybe that there’s the reason why.” “What? How do you mean?” “Nothing.” “Wh…. don’t ‘nothing’ me! What did you think I did…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 19)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 19)

Here is a blast from the past, such as it was. When I was thirteen, I met a boy. Yes, I know, I make it sound as if I’ve never met a boy before. But truth is, I met a boy I liked, who turned out to be my first crush. Dominic, the boy, he was thirteen too, tall for his age but quite skinny, all gangly limbs and graceless teenage awkwardness of a boy just growing into his body. Kind of like how I was, except I…

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