Favourite Part Of Blogging //FPOB Collab

Imagine yourself standing in a roomful of screaming music. 

Imagine yourself stranded on an island. 

Imagine yourself setting fire with the mere touch of your hand. 

Okay, I know it gets wilder and wilder by the second, but I feel as though that’s the way it is with imagination. But in case you don’t want metaphors and similes, I’ll say it outright:

Did you ever had this one moment, or millions of them, where you had your head filled with all sorts of thoughts, ideas and talks and they felt so loud in there that you could almost see them spilling out in one incoherent bundle of opinions?

Have you ever felt isolated or alone or even as though you had a bubble of your own and you only managed to float around people with it, but never really mingle?

Or have you ever been so passionate about this one thing, be it books, makeup, fashion, words, TV, or anything in between, to the point that you felt as though your passion alone could spark up and ignite worlds once unleashed?

Whether it’s the first, second, third or any other reason, we need an escape. And by that, I don’t strictly mean a way out; I mean a temporary distraction from reality and routine— somewhere to vent out all of this pent up energy. And to me, this blog right here is my haven.

In one epic Collab, 17 bloggers came together to answer one question we all ultimately ask ourselves at one point or the other. What is your favourite part about blogging?

Many would say the community; others would say the vibe; some would say the liberation. Me? I say it’s all that and more in one. It’s this unity that comes with being a blogger and reading blogs in general; it’s seeing that the world is truly round, because we are all from all over the globe and yet meet as though we’ve come a full circle already.

In here, it doesn’t matter whether you’re short, tall, fat, thin, black, white, man or woman. What matters is you’re a human with thoughts, emotions, hobbies and things to say and share and that there’ll always be someone to hear what you have in mind and maybe even agree with you. What matters is that you’re never alone and never will be. And that— that’s my favourite thing about blogging and it’s people.

Therefore, I’d like to thank all of my blogging friends, readers, and viewers—all those who have stopped by at least once and taken a glance at this little nook of mine in the blogosphere and made me feel like I belong.

I’d also like to thank these wonderful fellow bloggers who have come together in this Collab and give them a shoutout because each and every one of them has great content and a very real post on our favourite thing about blogging, one that definitely deserves a read:

 

Shania @ Life As Shania

Mahriya/Train Of Thought @ My Bookish Life

Vivian @ Writing With Style

Evelynn @ Evelynn & Nathalia’s DIY Corner

Joce @ Write Through The Night

Elm @ Just Call Me Elm Or Something

Amethyst @ My Life As Amethyst Extrovert 

Flawed_Silence @ Flawed Silence 

Closet Readers @ Closet Readers

The Stylish Dreamer @ The Stylish Dreamer

Emma @ Book Emma 

My Crazy Obsession with books @ My Crazy Obsession With Books & English 16 

FarahEdz @ The Girl With Coffe 

Lucia R @ Hangout With Lucia 

Pixey @ My xStar Blog

Brookie aka Ellyn Kim @ Brookie Soars 


No one said anything about this bit but.. I want to hear what you love about blogging; so consider this a tag and do it! Tell me about it in the comments or write up a post and let me know because (that’s a secret here) the comments I receive and the talks I have with you people are what makes blogging definitely definitely the best thing on earth~

Love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

The Mysterious Affair At Style– Book Review

Just when you think Agatha Christie’s books got old… she surprises you–practically arches one of her perfect eyebrows up–and, with a slightly devilish grin, triumphantly yells, ‘Ha! As if!’

 

..Leaving you staring after her awesomeness with your jaw practically passing out on the floor…

 

Hullo wonderful people!

Alright, dramatic reactions aside, let’s get on with the review and see what the back of the book has to say.

Agatha Christie’s first novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, was the result of a dare from her sister Madge who challenged her to write a story.

The story begins when Captain Hastings is sent back to England from the First World War due to injury and is invited to spend his sick leave at the beautiful Styles Court by his old friend John Cavendish. Here, Hastings meets John’s step-mother, Mrs Inglethorpe, and her new husband, Alfred. Despite the tranquil surroundings Hastings begins to realise that all is not right. When Mrs Inglethorpe is found poisoned, suspicion falls on the family, and another old friend, Hercule Poirot, is invited to investigate.

Now I know what you’re probably thinking right now is something along the lines of, ‘Hey mate, that sounds like a perfectly ordinary novel; what’re the theatrics up there for then?’

If you haven’t read anything by Agatha Christie before, I ought to tell you here and now that her books (or the few that I’ve read by her, at least) have this completely mystic aura about them, and maybe it’s the writing style, or perhaps it’s the tone, voice, soul or even spirit in between the pages; but there’s something that just gets you glued to the pages right away.

“You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.”

So I get that the plot sounds completely ordinary and perhaps even a little mundane for a lot of you, but to a mystery-loving ranter like yours truly here, this was everything. It was my first-ever Hercule Poirot novel, and I have to say, I was certainly not disappointed.

I guess a part of me was comparing Sherlock Holmes with Hercule Poirot in some subconscious way or another. (In case you don’t know– Sherlock Holmes is a fictional famous detective starring Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s novels (also Benedict Cumberbatch on BBC’s Sherlock, if you want a modern introduction); he also happens to be one of the greater loves of my life). So with two great detectives right there, I apparently had to compare them and see who does what better where.

Nope, don’t compare them, please.

“Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.”

Poirot is a great little thing. And I don’t mean great in the Sherlock-Holmes-is-great sense; I mean he’s a wonderfully funny, comical and real character who’s surprisingly bubbly for someone so shrouded in mystery. I have noticed that throughout the entire novel, he spoke only with ambiguous wordings, literally making even the simplest facts seem doubtful. Because for some reason or the other, you think that maybe he’s lost a bit of his marbles with all the crazy cases he had to deal with, but oh boy is that man a genius. A genius so very mundane that it’s a tad intimidating how he doesn’t look or even appear it.

“Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend,” observed Poirot philosophically. “You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.”

Christie’s novel, despite being a crime classic, was surprisingly breezy, humorous, and such an easy read. I guess what’s so impressive about her novels is that the amount of simplicity in them make them so amazingly crafted and complex that it kind of knocks you out and takes your breath away by the end. Her mystery was intriguing, definitely maddening and utterly amazing.

I know I have basically showered the book with compliments that seem out of place with a plot so simple, but this lady was not entitled the Queen of Crime for nothing, you guys. True, the way I felt kind of dumbfounded by the end wasn’t very flattering for neither me or poor Hastings (it’s written from his POV), but what can I say, I just love a challenging mystery. And this one?  This one was definitely one.


What about you? Read any mysteries lately? Will you give this one a go? Let me know in the comments below, I’d love to hear all about it! 

Loads of love, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

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)

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– Book Tag

Howdy!

How’s everyone? Enjoying the last bits of November? I surely hope so!

So I was tagged by my very lovely friend Dez from @Dez| The Fun In Reading Books. I’m telling you, ladies and gentlemen, this human has one of the best blogs and personalities I’ve had the pleasure of coming across; so do yourself a favour and check her blog out!

So what’s the tag? The rules go as follows:

1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post a quote for 3 consecutive days (1 quote for each day)
3. Nominate three new bloggers each day

 

So today’s quote is *drumroll* ….

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I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned these two facts but:

a. I take such a pleasure in reading quotes; and I love quotes so much that writing one from my ‘favourites’ list everyday may last a decade and more– it’s that bad, yes.

b. SHERLOCK HOLMES! Oh goodness… if I could just begin to describe my admiration to that classical book series, we’d never see the end of it. And I don’t love it so much just because Benedict Cumberbatch made an epic TV series of it. No sir, it goes way beyond that too.

And that sadly concludes the fangirl session on quotes and being a major Sherlockian. I have a passion for the truth and unmasking lies, so this quote takes the top of my list.

Oh yes, the nominees!

I tag:

  1. TrainOfThoughts 
  2. Birdie BookWorm
  3. ForensicMom 

I wish I could tag everyone all at once, but I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s post.

 

Know the quote, though? A fellow Sherlockian yourself? Let me know!

Loads of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

PS. I changed up the blog’s theme– I felt like I needed something more to the immaculate side. What do you think of the new one? 

Say hello to New

My dearest readers,

Another moment of silence for this one trending thing in 2016, the year for all sorts of changes and discoveries.

Wondering what that thing is?

It’s ‘outgrowing’. How many of us just woke up and realised that something felt wrong? (and no, not because we slept in inhuman positions; I’m being metaphorical here). How many times did things just not ring true to our ears and we let it pass because we’re ‘used’ to it being so?

‘Outgrowing’ something or someone doesn’t have to mean letting go of them/it. It simply implies that the mindset becomes different; it’s altered; and you can’t blame neither parties involved for that. I repeat my words, ‘We humans are, by nature, contradicting’, often somewhat volatile, and greatly differing.

Sometimes, I like to think of us as jigsaw pieces in a great puzzle, or LEGO blocks; we only fit right in the place where we believe we belong. However, sometimes, the pieces seem to fit together and yet don’t make any sense. So just because you think that they’re compatible, doesn’t mean they necessarily are, and the vice Versa applies. Similarly, don’t blame yourself or others for outgrowing them, it’s not your fault that you’re different or changing. We have that capacity; the capacity to change. You know, we humans are so different from one another that I think the only thing we have in common is being different.

Makes any sense? No? Welcome to my life ✌🏻️

Midnight Ranter