The Land of Conjurors

A monster's heart pulsates and my bleak circle petrified exudes. It remained invisible  taunting me in darkness while I was shot by it in recklessness.  A broken bone wanes. I see no monster nearby    but the haunt of monster has pervaded all my veins.

Some people get everything wrong. How can I explain? Chance, as if it could lift you up or turn you over later on your life. But life is a law of game, believe it or not. A nobody, who ought to be futile, plain, dull but sometimes ridiculous and pathetic, possesses a great frame of mind with their ups and downs in madness. Today I turn on my radio and come across a song. “Oh look at me, so ordinary/ No mystery with no great capabilities, but I could make out as if I had it…” It   was playing “Teenage Icon,” composed by a modern English band   The Vaccines . The lyrics reminds me of   someone . It arouses my passion in my student life. I have my own musical taste but don’t have any clue on playing musical   instrument. That’s not a problem since I have my natural ability to mimic people’s voices effortlessly. If I have heard someone speaks, I could totally imitate any man or woman’s voice without bending my mind studying it. My talent,   I would call,   and be proud of myself with

Someone must punch me and then tells me that it has all gone and I just need to speak it out! I was always the last one caught in the past. It is all the patterns that matter. The patterns trouble me. I can hardly hold them tightly as if you can barely speak it out loud to me. Still, just like you cannot make a clear cut with me for all the things seem that I have become realized how hard the life can be. But I have grown up with the reduced power of realization. Maybe I can never learn how to say goodbye to anyone. No, I never have learned to do so, as always. Just as years ago there was nothing between me and Lucas. The last day of meeting he brushed against me while having noticed me right there. My longing to see him became stronger ever since I wished he would turn his head around. But that was the last day of us seeing each other. Still I appreciated that Lucas's pattern upon me nurtured me for the life at that time. But I thought I would keep his pattern till the next step i

The Hobbit : T he B attle of the F ive A rmies extend s the last storyline of the Middle-earth world in destruction from Smaug(dragon) and ultimately ends all the series of Middle-earth stories in this episode.     Smaug to some extent plays a role in fighting with those dwarfs and Bilbo at the beginning of the film since he not only occupies Dwarves’ homeland by force but exposes his assumption of the terror that everyone should be afraid of him. He is portrayed as a vicious dragon attempting to bring the bad luck to the Lake Town if he was awakened inside the Dwarves’ Palace at the Lonely Mountain. Possessing the destructive power while being told in folktales making the legend, Smaug is mostly considered to be the symbol of death as well as fear in people’s mind. What Smaug believes is that there is no one can beat him down because he is the greatest creature by far, signifying the very figure of terror for all the people who intend to combat him. Smaug resembling his n

The first essay in January, 2015 of The Big Issue raises the idea of classical music in terms of its interpretation, category and its turn of conventional considerations from the past. The interpretation of the works entitled “classical music” at first is explained by the author who studies the classical music that such works tend to meet two certain conditions.

      One man called Mostafa who was given the responsibilities for taking twelve people to the central asylum, Abbassiya.

A new year has come. Still got lots of plans to do. I just wish I fall in love with my thesis writing, or I "must" fall in love with my thesis writing process without any doubt. After several academic experiences I truly wish myself an exciting state and manic in writing as well as my research. And this turns out to be more vital in my attitude toward writing my thesis. Perhaps it wouldn't be nice to elaborate some other things like graduation. Talking about such thing will only make me stressful and increase more depression. I should always change the angle of conducting my duty. To be aware of the duty I must achieve and the goals I keenly reach since there is no such time in distraction. It appears that I am learning the awareness of always returning to the original idea for the future to become. Hold myself tightly, and I will do that til the tasks had been made ultimately. This would also be the chance of getting to know "who I am" and what I really love. S