film review – the mummy;

[ WARNING: this post may contain spoilers of The Mummy (2017) ]

If there’s one thing I’m really fond of about watching a film, it would be the cultural elements inside of it. No, I’m not talking about race or religion, but the stories―both the old factual tales and the fabrication of the real thing. I have always been interested in other culture (which now, makes me question why am I even studying Communications instead of Culture Studies and Anthropology). From how the social behaviour, clothes, moral values, but mostly, it directs back to their history.

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Things You Need to Know About Depression and Antidepressant Consumption

depressed person

A depressed person who never convey their feelings is often haunted by the thought of hurting or harming themselves. Worse, they could be thinking of committing suicide.

It’s undeniable that this century marks the advancement of human livelihood. But with science and technology developing from time to time, the pace of life also quickens as time goes by—causing an amount of pressure into someone’s working or even daily life. Not to mention, personal and societal problems too should be taken into one’s stress account.

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film review – king arthur: legend of the sword;

(5/12) As a person who enjoys a quality me-time, I sometimes pop into the nearest theatre and purchase one ticket for a choice of film, buy a slice of pizza bread accompanied with a glass of lemon tea, and walk through the studio door while ignoring the judging eyes from some people who clearly doesn’t know what it’s like to become completely absorbed in a whole other universe.

Just this Friday, I did all of those things–I chose King Arthur: Legend of the Sword because I read a bunch of names I recognised and absolutely admired. (I mean, hello, there’s Charlie Hunnam, Jude Law, Astrid Berges-Frisbey, Eric Bana, Katie McGrath, Freddie Fox. Couldn’t ask for more.) Then, there’s a cameo from England’s sweetest football player too, so I figured, why not?

Let’s get down to business!

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89632 feet deep;

i am as deep as an unexplored ocean,my eyes hid secrets from the sunlight,
and my heart’s a creature everyone fears.

so i dare you,
to come dive
into unforgiving world of mine,
and not coming back to see the lands.

                                         —c.l.

Hephaestus;

“How was your day?” he asked, handing me a piece of shattered glass on the floor. I raised an eyebrow on his unusually generous gesture, but deliberately accepted the chunk anyway. 

“Um, fine.” Careful, I thought to myself whilst gazing at the sharp edges. My eyes averted the glass shards and turned to him. “How about you? Did you get to reach your best friends for a weekend getaway?”

His head shook weakly, although his lips formed a slight crooked smile before he looked down on to clean up the mess.

“They’ve been busy.”

“Ah, that’s really unfortunate.”

He dragged another three to his sides and started gluing them together. At the same moment, I squeezed out the sticky substance around the edges and connected it to another piece.

“This is like solving a puzzle.” he muttered to himself and stared at my unmoving hand which held yet another glass glimmering under the dim light. I couldn’t tell what expression he had when he saw me—was it joy? Or mesmerised? Absolutely nothing at all? He was like a dead language—hard to read, but beautiful. The light began to move and framed his eyes.

“Hand those to me. I don’t want you to injure your fingers. You would get insane if you cannot touch the piano.”

It was worry.

(Inside, I was completely happy to hear that.)

It only took him several minutes to finish the work while I fidget with his sleeve in mischief. He grabbed my arm, cupped my hand, and put a slightly cold, hard but sleek-surfaced thing on my palm.

“Be careful next time”

It was then when realised.
In my hand, lain a fixed glass with a pointy end, glowing like it keeps a flock of fireflies within the now invisible cracked edge—my own heart.
                                           – c.l.

scariest thing;

i figure,

the scariest thing is

finding someone who

fills every spaces

even in

your most crooked crevices

with the thought

of not being their other half

                                — c.l.