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    “Go Your Own Road” – Sweden – Erik Johansson – Featured Photographer Hello Community!  We just wanted to thank the thousands of viewers who have been coming each day to www.PhotoBotos.com.   Today we wanted to try a little experiment.  We request that everyone who comes to the site today please press the Facebook button below to share us on your page.  This is only a request and if you don’t want to don’t worry we will never know.   We would like to try out the social reach of our …

Just amazing!

Two things gave share the credit of giving me this idea but actually one of these is a person a friend and fellow blogger, Thomas, whose extensive vocabulary and admirable writing skills inspired me to improve mine. The second is that the fact that I love words and I have this beautiful dictionary brimming with them, almost so full that they just might fall of the pages, so why not befriend them, why not make use of their purposeful existence?

But how? I should write them of course, write anything really, the more random the merrier! But I can’t keep them to myself, no, so I’d love to share it with you guys, but how? Why do I have this blog for, silly me!

What I’ll do is flip through the dictionary and either choose a word at random or pick one that calls out to me, but sometimes I will have more than two words or more in one post, but I’ll let you guys know. Now I’ve began to ramble and I haven’t even began with today’s word, which so happens to be:

Drudgery – noun. hard or dull work (Pg.284 Compact Oxford Dictionary and Thesaurus Third Edition)

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Mai had no choice but to endure this drudgery and do what she must with a smile, and no less, plastered on her icy but deceptively soft face. A face with lines mapping its once handsome landscape, now weathered with years of neglect and hatred.

But alas! The lass was no older than the ripe age of seventeen but Mai looked, felt,and possessed such a knowledge about the world and its people and their ways beyond her years.

She kept telling herself that she couldn’t give up, it was too late for that now. Mai cannot let her parents’ sacrifice count for nothing. With those wretched people she was unfortunate enough to call family whom she simply cannot allow to make her life a living hell anymore. When she’s finished with the lot of them they wouldn’t be able to show their faces to anyone ever again and remain hidden in their cramped up dark little hole for the rest of their miserable lives.

Oh but of course, in the process of carrying out her revenge there is a good chance of falling flat on her face and they’ll make sure that she’ll never see the light of day again. But it is a chance she must be willing to risk if she wanted to discover the truth, however ugly it might be, and if … if there’s a chance – the slightest chance – that her little brother is still out there somewhere … she has to take that chance.

In her mind’s eye she saw him standing amidst a bustling faceless crowd clutching his tattered teddy bear, which had once been hers, close to him and his innocent dark eyes frantically searching … waiting … for her. Mai gathered herself up, with her jaw set with determination and whispered to herself, “Can’t leave him alone. Can’t give up,” though softly spoken the words echoed around her spartan room, empty.

” Can’t give up,” she repeated, the cogs in her head beginning to turn. They’ll be sorry, very sorry for this injustice when she delivers unto them her personal brand of justice …

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I know it’s already Thursday when this was supposed to be a Wednesday post but I got held back, I’ll try to be on time next week though:) As for this little, um, essay I know it’s unfinished so I’ll leave it to you to think up what happens to Mai, her struggle against her tyrannical relatives and her pursuit for the truth about herself and the mysterious circumstances under which her parents had died, and her quest of finding her brother. What do you think? I’d love to hear you feedback on this

Peace out, my friends.

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Today, work was really dragging for way too long and I was insanely bored. So, I decided to go through my iPhone’s old pictures to look for ideas to follow up my last blog of Alina’s adventures, for some reason this picture caught my eye instead. It must be because the building is so boring and well quite frankly? bleh! the turquoise doesn’t look lively at all. It needed a little something, The wheels inside my head started spinning.  So, I decided it needed a little colour. My first choice? this little …

You should be made officially Awesome! I just love this, you used PhotoShop right, didn’t you say that you would’ve taken a course? I don’t have it so all the pictures I took and posted so far are unedited. If this is the iPhone I wonder what you’ll do with a DSLR! Keep on rockin’ Andy

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100,000 views! When I saw that statistic exactly two weeks ago, I was ecstatic. And I still am! It’s not that the views themselves matter that much, it’s more that all the effort I’ve put into this blog has accumulated into an actual, tangible result. Of course I don’t ever think that writing on this blog is a tedious task – trust me, I would write all the time if I could, as it allows me to learn more about myself as well as receive feedback from others. Thank you so much to all of my regular readers, …

Until then, Cheers

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  “The Walkers”- Qingyan, China – Marc Tan – Guest Photographer Ok I took the liberty of naming this one for Marc so the title is only temporary.  This photograph is so full of mood and depth that it reminds me more of a painting than photograph.  That is why I love it.  The four “walkers” are anchors for the eye and I want to know more about what they are doing and why?  The Chinese James Dean peering out of the doorway just puts this photo over the top for me.   All this with the looming …

Simply Stunning, I can’t help but wish to reach into my computer screen and jump into this photo!

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There are times in our lives when despair over powers positive outlook and it feels as if we’ve plunged head first into its dark frigid waters. I am sinking beneath its murky depths and carried away by its ruthless current. My lungs are screaming from the lack of hope. I slowly turn to the darkness and pull the shadows like a cloak closer around me, finding a dark sort of comfort, and let stars fall from my eyes.

My salty tears surround me like a mist of my disappointment, of me not being strong enough, clever enough and focused enough to be the best that  can be and make the ones I love proud of me. To ease their pains and sorrows. Sinking deeper down willingly in the dark abyss of despair, my burning eyes snatch glimpses of the weak dreamy glow of the light from the restless surface.

My mind latched onto it as if a life preserver. I realize, that even in the merciless darkness, light will always be present, no matter what. I reach, my fingers groping for the light …  the cloak pulls me deeper yet, but I begin to resist. I must, but can I do it? How do I fight this overwhelming sense of despair? Oh! But I must. I can. And with everything I’ve got, I shall!

Can’t lose hope, lose faith in myself. Not yet, not ever. Despite those struggling thoughts, I’m still plagued with doubt, but that’s the wicked darkness speaking, its raspy voice whispering in my ear. I mustn’t let it get to me. So the battle begins.

I will be victorious.

I know this is rather depressing, but it is what it is. I write this and share it with you because it’s much easier than saying it out loud to someone I know for I don’t want to burden them with the knowledge of the conflicting emotions waging war within me, and make things worse. Blogging has become an outlet for releasing the words jumbled up in my head and I am very grateful to you  guys for coming by and sharing your thoughts with me 

Devina.

Scansion

1. the action of scanning a line or a verse to find out its rhythm.
2. the rhythm of a line or verse.

Source: Compact Oxford Dictionary & Thesaurus

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Cheers