tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46580962115001867782023-11-15T06:33:32.184-08:00Life and its adventuresA striving student working towards the future; through the support of family and friends I was successfully able to start blogging. Writing blogs was an amazing idea to me as I want to change society for the better as well as using my play of words and convincing texts to have an impact on the rest of the world.The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-87829970272448383792020-04-01T09:19:00.001-07:002020-04-01T09:19:56.303-07:00Quotable Quarantine<div style="text-align: center;">
Quotable Quarantine</div>
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It's gloomy and our faces are dropping, there's nothing to do except eat, sleep and repeating. It's creeping nearer and my mind is weakening further. Silence is born and society really does feel torn and all I do is yawn. The streets are deserted and the souls are shopping and some are eloping, well that's what I assume from my senses. The sirens aren't trailing nor are they are wailing it's all quiet but when it's over it'll be like a joyous riot.</div>
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The leaves rustling and the chimes in the garden knocking and a harmonious song forming. I sit here, clueless and blank- my mind like an empty void. Sometimes the sun is shining and the flies are sailing in the sea of wind. Each day passes, time dragging as if it were too tired to go on, a hurricane of guilt barricades and clusters my mind. Ivy like irritation wraps around me and viciously deteriorates my peace, its boredom, and isolation at its finest.</div>
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Sneakingly, the silence of sleep slithers into my mind and convinces me to sleep. It's a war, as my eyes strain for sleep as I clench on to the last few hours of the day or perhaps the early hours of the next day. The fear of sleep grows and nurtures itself, its also the fear of not achieving. The thought of six months shatters my will, what are we supposed to do till then. When it is over, there will be parties and hearty dinners and we will all be winners. It'll be a feast and some of us will meet and greet it will be as if years have passed it'll be a treat. Until then we must not waste time we should double the work and enjoy the sweet nectar of hard work when its all over. I will try to keep busy as you can see my routine is simply just repeating what's beneath.</div>
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I workout, my sweat trickling down my face as it pelts at the ground stylistically.<br />
I play games without a worry and there's no reason to say sorry.<br />
I try to write beautifully as I try to paint the canvas amazingly.<br />
I could simply take this opportunity and change myself shockingly<br />
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Most importantly, stay at home and stay safe.The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-14248131583843422222020-03-21T17:36:00.001-07:002020-03-21T17:36:34.781-07:00FriendsFriends, may we never part or take a different path. The virus has come and its nature is to eat us away but we must never break away, whilst the plants still sway and my puzzled mind still astray. Time flew and vanished like the dew on fresh grass. Its become silent, it happened all of a sudden- its become alienated and the world just seems desolated. Time flies and I hope the memories don't die, just gotta stay strong and make sure I strive through the struggle. This struggle is like a rubble embarked on the heart and it doesn't let me feel hollow and I'm sure everyone struggles to swallow the pain.<br />
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I wish I could elope this disaster which has plastered us down, everybody's got a frown and everybody seems down. The laughter of my friends like heavenly rhythm to my ears as it shoots at my ears with grace. The contagious chatter, were all a laughing platter- some like mad hatter. The after school adventures and the funny misconceptions, my useless interventions, I just dreamt of inventions. We didn't need tools to be behave like fools, some just massacred the rules. The violations and the funny complications, the hysterical and animalistic laughter. All reduced to atoms within a flash its all just a disastrous crash, the memories incomplete.<br />
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The multiple nudges and punches and the ridiculous lunges. The slap and file of cards, its different combinations and the chanting of victory and the complaints of cheating. Some actors, some emotional, some with bland jokes and some with humorous traits. The thoughts of the sun shining and the impeccable dressing where we would all meet up for our final meeting. The greetings and the shrieking, I've made my circle. The circle, the circle with the most beautiful people, each one unique, each one nurtured me for something and for that I cannot be grateful enough. The journey was short, the memories I've made, I will surely try to feed of, of them. We've all grown and shown our colours- each one capable of a change, each one certainly changed me.<br />
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Love and respect to everyone who allowed me to have amazing times and completely grow. Its been amazing in getting know you. The sun will shine and we will dine somewhere, sometime but who knows where. Respect.The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-57558624496324418742020-02-02T23:05:00.001-08:002020-02-03T03:34:47.035-08:00Life<div style="text-align: center;">
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Exhausted, energized, enthusiastic and electrified my mind is as I try and find ways to see where my mind is. Achy and shakey the weather has made me but I dream of relaxing under the shade with my shades, as I relax I wanna be away from shady people who may drive me crazy on this journey of mine. I feel tired and fired but I'm an ordinary schoolboy, who once desired of being an archeologist but that died long ago so why rekindle the desire that was buried before my sense of business attire. Just recently my life has been about building an empire and to always be dressed in business attire, to be raking in racks and piling up on stacks and blasting people with facts that I believe is the actual life hack. I got to keep track of my religion and false hallucinations, I want to pray and not go astray to make sure that I'm close to God and that I'm not living on cod. When I say hallucinations, I mean I have to reduce my sense of hedonism and snap back to reality where there is always tragedy, hate to be negative but that is Life and to live Life there has to have been striving.</div>
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It's been rough and tough, snakes have slithered into my life and have left their poisonous poison that poses great demotivation. They once danced rhythmically to the music of my failures and they probably still feed off my failures which they must often think about but I'm here and I'm not leaving this bout. I'm not like them, my kind doesn't live off clout. They pranked and pranced around me, fooled me and riddled me and fiddled with my mind and belittled me. The negativity and artificiality ate me away but I simply broke away to make sure my hope remained. Months passed...my heart grew hard they played around me like cards, years of relation died but it carved a path, a path of success one that doesn't teach the meaning of wrath and simply shone a light and now I know how I can fight, I can fight with the might of my words.</div>
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Family helped me when I felt I was shelved and deeply pierced by sorrow but there's always tomorrow so I elevated and that is Life. Love isn't enough to describe my emotions for my family; there are ups and downs but their support fuels me and that is Life.</div>
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I vow to make people go wow, I vow to provide for my family and truly shower luxuries and really make them go how? and wow.</div>
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Life is strange but always manages to arrange, I nurtured my mind to find the right kind of friends and I did. My circle grew and we managed to keep the shrew's out. The truth is that nobody will get in the way of my growth, people will try and overtake me and I simply won't let that happen; you win or you lose or you completely isolate yourself and that is Life.</div>
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The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-35786508283061976292019-11-16T14:18:00.001-08:002019-11-16T14:18:06.327-08:00Hidden<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was a cold winter’s morning, the grass fresh with fragrant dew yet sickly green; swaying to the command of the wind. The celestial sky was dim as the grey clouds raced on, becoming distorted. A hint of golden gleaming light shot through the cracked surface of the clouds engulfing the trees and its crispy leaves; the wind hurling the leaves as they crackled, pelting the moist ground. The putrid trees cast their hideous shadows as they glared at the ones passing by. The wind was howling and growling and its whispers were diabolical as it felt the bodies. Homes were cornered as they yearned for warmth; the misty steam crawled up the windows casting a barrier between man and the world that was once known. Britain was ravaged by winter. Slowly, the dusky fumes rose up through the chimneys as it circled, swiveling enigmatically as it bombarded for consumption. As night sunk in the forboding light of the moon shone; as its illuminating light licked the streets and swarmed past the flickering lamps.</span></span></div>
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Fog closed in; its dim white features were spine-tingling as if something lay behind. Luxuriously large victorian homes stood in the midst of the palish fog. From the distance, a light silently crept out as it was slowly born from the crystallized chandelier which was planted in the homes of many. Rats born of darkness roamed the streets, scurrying along the grey surface of the earth, the healthy cats and dogs stayed steadily asleep in the luxuries of their owner's homes. Peasants were in rigid positions; wailing, coughing and dying they seemed sinners who sought absolution. Repulsive diseases contaminated and feasted on the flesh of the weak as weeks went by they soon feasted for some demonic beasts. Iron fencing forged from hell impaled every corner of the streets it was false protection. Gargoyles of madness watched the streets, but yet everything seemed dead. The night was stealthy and deathly, but something wasn't right. It was hell on earth. </div>
The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-67166496026659734922019-09-13T12:55:00.002-07:002020-10-29T18:32:45.515-07:00The Streets Of London<div style="text-align: center;">
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The morning is dim yet beauty is found within, the flutter of pigeons; a hint of cool wind gently engulfs the passing. The light sun breaks through the barrier of greyish clouds as the light gleams against the immaculate window panes. Suited and Booted, humanity walks; the thudding of footsteps grows louder by the minute almost growling and echoing. The majestic buildings stand protruding, it's golden colour irradiating the atmosphere. The pitch-black taxis race by, as the gargantuan buses turn the corners. Slowly the greyish water of the Thames moves beautifully; dancing peacefully rocking the boats that sail by, the calm and cool water pounds against the timid rocks, crashing and a roar is heard. Londoners march the streets to work as if it were some sort of riot, covering each bit of the concrete surface. So many people, yet so many different locations, a purpose and something to live for. </div>
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Slowly as the flawless, perfect and radiant sun dies down Central London still remains hectic and now the sound of technology fills London. The Black Cab, the outstanding vibrant Buses, the Cars Of Civilians and the sound of Trains. The glowing lights of edifices burst out through the darkness of the sky attempting to veil the sky in its light. The gigantic bridges plant firm, its light impaling the rippled water. The subliminal sublime shops are parked on each side of the street as it shoots the arrays of its marvellous colours. The scent of food fills the hungry eyes with desire and the lavish retail stores fill the heart with passion. The cars in the showroom are perfect in its time-lapse, encapsulating a passionate stranger strolling by. Not a day in London goes by where the people don't bring the city to life, it is truly unreal. As many Londoners would say "London is Life". The Big Ben, the London eye; what is there not to see in Lavish London. Being one of the most visited cities in the world, it manages to put its naturalistic and materialistic beauty set in the blank eyes whether you are a foreigner or a Londoner; it is the right place for you.<br />
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The Cuisine Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469318576265733691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658096211500186778.post-51167372734617208152019-09-08T04:05:00.002-07:002019-10-07T01:01:02.590-07:00IT: Chapter One<div style="text-align: center;">
IT Chapter One: A Perfect Horror Flick</div>
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In a world of brilliantly carved minds of creativity and passion; a voice is heard, a message is spread and the world loves it. Stephen King, the majestic writer of our time has engulfed and encapsulated the minds and the attention of many readers and movie addicts out there; with these notorious books such as "Pet Sematary", "Misery" and of course the centre of attention "IT" these books and films never fail to impress. "IT", this supernatural and horror theme flick is all the way breath taking and mesmerising with unique and fun concept it has it's audience on the edge of the seat. The film "IT" features the nightmarish clown Pennywise who is truly the demise of man, the cannibalistic traits as well as badly freaky humour of the clown, a nightmare may lurk. A performance of a peak of excellency by Bill Skarsgard is applause worthy. </div>
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Pennywise, a name as freaky as it gets is truly demonic with immense sense of brutality and secrecy one cannot foreshadow what Pennywise's next step will be. The film depicts a group of teenagers who are in a club of their own known as "The Losers Club" who face of against the ferocious Pennywise as he lures them in his illusions and riddles their brains in their fears. The brave group of teenagers must face off with Pennywise as their tired minds toil for redemption and they try to ridden this "illusive" fear from their mind. The 2 hours 26 minutes film features nothing but pure thriller and spine chilling moments " a must watch" in my opinion or how 'John Nugent' states "it ranks among the better Stephen King adaptations". The town of Derry is small yet subliminal lies, the shape-shifting clown awaits as it waits to feed on fear. </div>
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For those who have a great desire to watch gruesome, comedic yet disturbing horror and thriller, this movie awaits. Alongside Bill Skarsgard, the child actors truly perform with class; give it a watch as you journey alongside "The Losers Club" to IT chapter two where they may face Pennywise and other subliminal things, you find out.<br />
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"Bone Chilling Yet Endearing" - Neil Soans</div>
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"Just Let Skarsgard do the Talking" - Katie Walsh</div>
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