The Ranter’s Revived

Guess who’s back from the dead? Yep, we book-reading ranters can do that too.

 

So I know I haven’t been around for the past 2 centuries or so, and believe me, they truly felt like that and more. I’ve been having troubles connecting with my wifi (all lovers have such issues, yeah?) and to top that off, my electronic devices decided to rebel or something, simultaneously, methodically, all shutting off and refusing to function properly.

 

But we’ve moved past that. I survived (miraculously– thank the Lord for books), and now I’m back!

 

With that said, I’d just like to thank every one of my readers BECAUSE YOU HUMANS ARE PHENOMENAL. And although there is no particular reason for my saying that, one ought to remind another that they’re phenomenal– that’s the least one can do. I guess a part of me thought that my blog would fall apart just a little with my sudden disappearance, but what do you know– I still got tagged on so many tags ( I think– so watch out for that); I still got mentioned round the blogosphere and I’m 5 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM HITTING 100! Like I know many have moved way ahead of that but can we pause to imagine a little Ranter like yours truly ranting away in front of 100 people? Crazy, yeah?

 

So for that I’m thankful, and for all of you for sticking around; I also welcome my new followers and would like to thank them for stopping by~

 

And since I missed saying it before:

I wish you all a prosperous, happy, successful, eventful and fulfilling 2017. It may not come without its own bundle of pain and ache, but without pain there’s no gain, no? I pray that you always find the light in the darkest of times, the hope in the moments of despair and that you’d always find strength in your own smile and heart– because you need to trust that you’re your own source of greatness.

 

With that said, I’m now off to answer the almost-exploding heap of emails I’ve been getting since I last logged into life.

Stay blessed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

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Mystery (Rhythmical Rant)

Life is a mystery;

One that I’ll never really fathom.

Yet I still study its history,

Forming thoughts to help me imagine.

 

Rules change,

And concepts never apply.

Try as you might– you’ll still be strange,

Try some more, but by a corner you’ll still cry.

 

Should we care—

About the things people say?

Fight it fair and square?

Or let their knives deform you like clay?

 

And who you are–

Upon what is that based?

On what they saw described in your star?

Or everything else you once faced?

 

But then,

Hasn’t the past already departed?

Why look into it again,

When it’s the thing I’ve long since parted?

 

Why judge me on the first glance,

When it’s only what you just saw?

I’ve still so much to enhance,

And it’s my life— it’s what I’ll draw.

 

And yet,

We care about reputation.

When it’s a sad, sad threat,

Looming over every single nation.

Well yes,

It’s their word against yours—

Indeed, a fine game of chess,

But who is it to settle the scores?

 

Now I think I’ve strayed a bit far,

So let’s get back to the subject.

I’ll talk about the scar,

And in that, I’ll be direct.

 

People judge,

People hurt.

They’ll walk round and trudge,

Not caring about what they blurt.

 

So now it’s only up to you,

To give them what they need.

Hand over the glue,

And tell them we’re all a broken breed.

 

No one’s perfect,

But that’s the way it should be.

In everyone lies a bit of a wreck,

Mostly hidden under the sea.

 

And yes: life’s still to me unknown,

But that’s one down and a million more to go.

With that one issue finally blown,

I guess I’ll just have to take it slow,

And believe that truths will one day rise and glow.

 

 

Hullo!

What did you think of my rather rhythmical rant? Enjoyed it? Should I make rhyming rants a thing or just get back to bulky paragraphs? Which part did you relate to the most? The bit about the glue and the one about the sea are my personal favourites, to be honest. 

Everything aside, I hope you all have a lovely day and I look forward to your feedbacks~

–Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

3 Days, 3 Quotes: Day 3

Yay me for sticking to schedule (for once)!

Hullo wonderful folks! How’re you all today?

 

So today brings about the end of the quotes tag (sadly); and as it is Day 3, you may want to check out my previous choices and nominees for Days 1 and 2, maybe you’ll like them as much as I did!

So today’s quote is..umm.. what can I say.. It’s extra special. Both because it holds a very relatable meaning, and because this comes from the very book that got me into reading.

So.. where are my drummers?

*drumroll*

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I know it’s just a good ol’ John Green and that most (or all?) of the hype about his books is gone but I just can’t not respect that man and his books; they’re just so precious~ And yes, it was that fateful year, back in 2014, when that book came out, that I decided to give this ‘reading‘ activity a go. And what do you know? 2 years later, here I am, sitting aside with my nose buried in a book, thinking about books and–you guessed it– ranting about books.

 

So thank you John Green for making me realise that there was a world out there filled with endless possibilities– a world where I could lose myself to, and yet find more about who I am nonetheless.

 

And besides, this quote is rather fitting for the last day of a quote-tag, don’t you think?

 

So yeah– now onto our last three nominees!

  1. Azura Skye
  2. BookslayerReads
  3. Clockwork Bibliophile

 

And that’s the end of it! Have you read The Fault In Our Stars? Any of John Green’s books? What quotes do you like from his books? Whatever it is, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

 

Loads of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

The Screwdriver

Once, I was looking for this singular screwdriver and I couldn’t find it anywhere I looked. And mind, I rummaged through everything and every drawer to get it; but sadly resurfaced empty-handed.

My father, bless him, sees me in my disarrayed state and asks what I was looking for. When I told him, he asks me, ‘What colour is it?’

And I answer him and tell him it’s yellow.

He smiles-grins a little, looks me in the eye like he knows some secret I haven’t a clue on, and tells me that there was also a purple one, which was right under my nose and I couldn’t see it even though I searched that place at least three times.

The moral is: sometimes you’re looking for something in this distinct shape and never find it; but once you realise that the shape could change, you may as well find it right in front of you, hidden (or not so hidden) in plain sight, with you not having the least idea on. You just had your sights on something too distinct.

The end you’re looking for may not be there, but that doesn’t mean that there is no end. It just means that there’s a different shape and colour to it.

So open up your mind more as I have learnt to open mine.

Signed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)