#Firstentry

[1400miles]

Ok, so, post #1 from me (Alaina). Hi! It’s probably the 100th time I’ve tried to start a blog. I had a fun one a while back but life happens and it’s constantly transitioning and we are always evolving (hopefully).

Covid derailed our family just as we moved out and away from my dear friend, Angie and her family.

I have no idea when she will start to post, but she will when she’s ready <3

Im working on the design of this blog right now. I know it looks a little blah at this point. Hopefully over time it will all come together!

Anyway, I just wanted to get this thing going with my first entry. It’s late, I’m watching

I painted my nails, and posted my very first iPad Air Timelapse video on Facebook. I doubled my core/leg exercises and I’m planning on reincorporating my weights into my routine, as well.

That’s all for now. Nice to meet you guys.

[reneevalini1144]

Caged Animal

Theres a bird caged in my mind

Fiercly flapping around from one side to the other

Bumping the walls 

Scratching away

Despiritly wishing to break free

It screeches

So loud that no other voice exists

It cries 

and wails 

and paces

and flaps 

and falls

over and over again

It doesnt stop.

The professor speaks, and bird is quiet a moment

The tasks pile 

and I sit there staring at it all

as the bird screeches, 

and squawks bloody murder

begging to fly again

But I can't set it free

Or I won't set it free

For it is a wild bird

There's no telling where it will go

what it will do

who it will meet

or who it would be

It flows with the wind 

becomes the wind

even if it changes course

It's beautful. 

But the bird is a wild bird

Once released

it will destroy any obsticle in the way

No matter how attentive I was in my plans

No matter what path I decided to take

No matter what people wish the path for me that once was

None of it is of any importance to the bird.

It will claw

and destroy

and hurt everyone and everything that held it back

that made it stay locked away in the cage.

But they're my family

My friends

My coworkers

My neighbors

Myself

My life

Everything I've ever knew.

I dont know how much longer I can withstand the sounds.

But is it really so selfish of me to wish the bird free?

-R.V

[pearlslittlespot-blog]

Got a lot done today.

Took my EBay sales over to the Post Office. Guy is retiring in less than a year. I will miss him and his last day.

Google Lens some stuff.

Looked up a bunch of stuff for the move. Clubs and health insurance. Will work on this on Thursday.

Did my walk. Up over 5500 steps.

A lot of minor stuff remains and then focus on ensuring everything goes as smooth as possible.

Organization is important.

#firstentry

[its-duskood]

-☆Day at the fair, fun, haha! Who knows what could happen in this place, don't you think?☆-

[sophiasblog14]

Entry 1

While walking through the Pere Lachaise I felt a sense of respect and sadness as all these people were here laid to rest for eternity. This is a place of rest and memories for all that wonder through it and for those intentionally put there. As you walk through it is a beautiful place for a cemetery to be put as there is nature and wildlife all around within the walls, while the outer part is the city. There are so many trees and plants filled with greens and various other colors you wouldn't expect like a pink blooming tree, where when it sheds, leave pink flowers all over the tombs just adding to the beauty and sense of creation. A very interesting spot for a cemetery to be, I will say though. All the tombs were different colors with some being made out of different materials such as granite, cobblestone, stone, etc. so many different ethnicities of people were also laid to rest there as well which helps create a sense of diversity within the cemetery. 

For the tomb/memorial site I chose was the famous Oscar Wilde. Though seems cliche that he was the one I wanted to visit, it is because I remember back to middle school or high school when I learned about him and how controversial he was back then and what he created. Only he was seen in a different light because he was a homosexual and that community was not welcomed nor legal back then. Oscar Wilde was famous for being an Irish playwright, poet, and novelist in the late 1800s. Born in 1854, Oscar was set to make history with his talent for the arts and literature. Wilde attended Trinity College, Dublin, and later studied at Magdalen College, Oxford. Where after graduating he moved to London to make his art more known and became a great critic. Once he gained more popularity he did a North American tour gaining more traction. Wilde created the famous pieces called “Lady Windermere's Fan” (1892), “An Ideal Husband” (1895), and “The Importance of Being Earnest” (1895), "The Picture of Dorian Gray" (1890). 

Later on in life, he was involved in a scandalous trial after his relationship with Lord Alfred Douglas was exposed. Wilde was charged with "gross indecency" for his homosexual relationships, which was illegal at the time. He was convicted and sentenced to two years of hard labor. After spending 2 years in prison he was free and moved to France where he went under a different name, still making pieces about his experiences. Oscar Wilde died of meningitis on November 30, 1900, at the age of 46.

For his tomb is mesmerizing, created by the sculptor Sir Jacob Epstein in collaboration with the architect Sir Charles Holden. Wildes tomb is a massive piece of stone sculpted to look like a man almost Egyptian like with wings. Now fenced up because too many women would go and leave a red lipstick kiss mark stain. Oscar Wildes memory and legacy will be forever remembered as an important figure in literary history and one of the most influential playwrights and writers of his time.

Sources:

“Oscar Wilde.” Présentation complète de Oscar Wilde (Biographie). Accessed May 21, 2023. https://www.oscarwilde.fr/.

“Oscar Wilde.” Wikipedia, May 19, 2023. https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde.

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[eddievillanueva]

#new #drawingseries #PreTenureAnxiety #drawings. #firstentry “Wondering if I said too much @ the faculty meeting.” https://www.instagram.com/p/CUJPBOdlFQy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[busymindsentimentalheart]

My mind is a crowded place...

It really is. I have an excessive amount of thoughts and some of them are just plain, mundane thoughts--nothing extraordinary, just brain noise. You might wonder where are these thoughts coming from and how are they forming in my head. Believe me, I sometimes wonder too. Though many of them stem from whatever surreal event is happening in my life, some thoughts just come by to say hello and leave trails for me unto another thought. But I guess that’s a good thing, right? It means my brain is alive and that I still care about things (maybe even too much). Am I even making sense here? 

So here’s the thing, I try to log every single piece of thought that comes to me. It doesn’t matter whether or not they make sense, or whether they are life-altering or just a waste of space. My thoughts matter to me. Which is probably why I finally decided, after so much self-debate, to create a blog. Apparently, my iCloud can no longer sustain my sentiments and ramblings, and the thought of a huge pile of notebooks and a sore hand are overwhelming to me. So, a written journal is a huge no. So I think it’s aptly that I finally give my thoughts a permanent home. I’m not hoping to gain any traction from this. This one is solely for me. For my restless mind and my sentimental heart. But if you ever come across any of my entries and find them interesting and maybe even helpful, then I am humbled. 

Back in high school, I’ve developed a love for writing. I thrived for essays and research papers. But it doesn’t mean I’m very good at it. I just love words. Words have character. They’re powerful and indestructible and I just marvel in them. So blogging should be fun, right? 

See, I don’t even know how to end this thing. My mind just keeps reeling and it’s about to hop onto another dimension, into a whole different topic, and the words are just waiting there for me.

Yes. This ought to be fun.

[not-so-intrusive-thoughts]

A HINT OF JEALOUSY she could often catch him looking with a dark eyes held together with a bolt of lightning and then—it's over. . . . text from Harry Potter #blackoutpoetry #firstentry (at Abada College) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3qQXlUhTC2/?igshid=vbmivpk3z6kg

[agent-z-18]

Journal Entries for My English Teacher

October 5th

So, I’m not entirely sure how to start something like this. I’ve never really been one to just sit down and write things out, but Mrs. Frizz wants all of us to take up journaling for the rest of the quarter. At least two entries a week due on Tuesday and Thursday. It’s the weekend now and I have until Tuesday before my first entry is due, but I have nothing else to do with my family gone until who-knows-when. So why not get a head start? 

But, where to start?

Mrs. Frizz promised to not read any of the entries, merely glance to see if at least a page is filled to get the full credit for this assignment. She said this way we can write anything we want to get off our chest without fear of having our secrets revealed. 

“Everybody has their own secrets and reasons for keeping them,” she said, “And I’m not goin’ to take that from all of you.”

Weird, but okay, Mrs. F, I’m gonna trust your words on this type of privacy because I do have a few things I want off my chest and Taylor said this is a good way to start. So, I’m just gonna write stuff down until I can’t write anymore.

So, the main thing I want to get off my chest is how my family is almost never here. They’re always called out by Ray, who has located another energy orb that they need to retrieve before somebody bad does. I mean, I get it, I really do. Energy orbs hold so much power inside of them. A single orb can charge a twelve-story complex for at least three months with all the lights left on. So, just imagine if a bad guy managed to get a hold of one? It could be bad. But, it always seems that orbs appear when I finally get to hang out with my family. Just like today!

Mom, Dad, Evelyn, Wyatt, and Matt were all sitting with me, a promised movie night after they had taken off on my birthday this past Tuesday. And not even twelve minutes into the movie, my favorite by the way “The Hobbit,” when Ray’s face appeared on our screen.

“Another two orbs just appeared on the radar,” Ray said, popping up his radar screen next to his face and two dots in close proximity blink at us,  “And I know for a fact that both Typhoon and Python have noticed the signal, too.” And that really got my family going. The next thing I know, my family is all decked in their uniforms, retrieving their gear that Ray created just for them, and with apologetic smiles, left with quick ‘good-byes’. Ray even had this sympathetic look on his face before bidding me a good night and signing off with a, “Maybe next time, kiddo.”

But that’s what he said on Tuesday when he popped in with another report of three EOs being located and I had to eat my pie all by myself as everyone rushed off again. It wasn’t so bad when we were younger, I mean, only Mom or Dad would go, needing to stay with us, but when my siblings got older, then Evelyn would be in charge. Then when she got a better hold of her powers and could accompany Mom and Dad, and by the time Matt and Wyatt were old enough to accompany Mom and Dad, I was old enough to be left home alone. And being the only one of the family with no powers, I’m left home A LOT.

I mean, I know that I would just get in the way if I tried to help retrieve an EO and keep it out of harm's way, but I know I can help in other ways! I have so many ideas on how to improve my family’s gear for obtaining EOs and even a theory on how to make a hand-held EO tracker. Heck, I have the prototype hidden away in my closet right now. But every time I mention it, I get shot down.

“No, Aydan, you should be thinking about applying to colleges right now.”

“No, Aydan, this work is too dangerous for you.”

“C’mon, Ay, I’m sure there’s more things you want to do than dealing with this type of work.”

“No, Aydan. Have you finished your homework yet?”

“Really, Aydan, there’s so much more you could be doing. Honest. Just let it go, ‘kay?”

Nobody ever gives me a straight answer when I bring it up on why I can’t help them. It’s a family business, right? That’s why Eve, Matt, and Wyatt get to help out, right? So why can’t I? I could help Ray! He could teach me things that my robotics class couldn’t, I’m sure of it! It’s just all so unfair! I want to help! But I can’t because I don’t have any powers. I’m the most normal out of all of my family, so why do I feel like I’M the weird one?

I really hope that Mrs. Frizz won’t actually read any of this. I can’t risk my family like that for some dumb assignment, but I really need to vent. I can only vent to Taylor and Jordan for so long, especially over text. It’s just not safe. And it’s nearly midnight, so I highly doubt their folks would be okay with them just leaving the house to hang out with me until my family comes back, even if it is Saturday. I mean, Taylor is also 18 now, so she wouldn’t get in trouble with the curfew law, but Jordan is still 17 and if caught, he would get in trouble. Majorly. 

But it gets so lonely by myself...

I just never know when anyone will be back or how injured they’re going to be when they come back, though I have my guesses. It’s just, Dad can only heal everyone so much before putting too much strain on himself. Sometimes, they all come home unscathed and jolly and other nights, they come home bandaged, upset and wanting nothing more than to shower and forget the day. No one will tell me the details of what happens either, saying that I shouldn’t get caught up in this kind of business, but I’ve noticed the patterns. 

Whenever Python is involved with retrieving an EO, I can expect at least some injuries on at least one or two of my family members. When it’s just Typhoon, it can go either way and when he is paired with Python? It’s usually ending in injuries and failure to obtain the orbs. When it’s just Shrapnel, well, she’s the newest bad guy out of all of them, so more times than not, my family can walk away with almost no injuries and an EO in hand. She hasn’t teamed up with Typhoon or Python yet, but it’s only a matter of time. And seeing as both Typhoon AND Python are hunting the same orbs as my family, I can expect some injuries I’m sure. 

Wow… Okay, maybe this journaling thing isn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be, I’m already way past the single page requirement that Mrs. Frizz wants from us. But Taylor was right. Just writing all of this down has really helped. I’m not as mad as I was earlier when everyone just up and left. Irritated, yeah, but not mad. I just want to spend some time with my family, is that so bad? But how can I when EOs just randomly appear? I swear those dumb things appear when they do just to spite me. Oh, I hear noises coming from the garage, everyone must be back. I’ll just leave this here before Mrs. Frizz thinks somethings wrong with me with how much I’ve written. And to see if there’s anything I won’t be allowed to help with. Like usual. XP

I can’t believe I really just did this…

[lirpatwo-blog]

Tuesday, 9:37p

Hello tumblr friends, 

i know i am kinda late joining - Believe me i am 30issh years old. I have heard about this before and i did checked it out, so today - Hello! ♡ 

[blessedlifeofdudels-blog]

RESTART...REBOOT.

It was not my first time to write. It was not my first time to create a blog. Nor my first time to lose a job, a friend and a loved one.

But I do know that everything will turn well in its perfect timing. It’s because we already know that behind those struggles in life if we think that it’s not working anymore, we should not quit but just restart.

Restart with how we plan things, how we look at things, how we do things, and how we believe that everything is possible.

It may take a lot of courage and strength to do this cause it’s not as easy as one, two, three. But having faith in God, we can do it, sometimes without even noticing that we already made it.

Have faith in Him. Don’t give up. Just restart. Reboot. Someday, things will fall into its proper places.

“Live by faith and not by sight.”

[tamadelle]

The chance that you can only try once: entrance exam version

Hi! The first blog is being typed at the moment (ito 'yon). I took my first and last UPCAT yesterday, I get a headache like a brain injury and a tired body and mind in return, but was it worth it? I could not fully say yes because the result is not nearly up yet, but okay, maybe, yes. Based on what I saw and the people that I interacted with for a short time, yes, it was worth it. I have a huge feeling that I will not pass the examination, and even though there are other ways to be an Iska, I am still uncertain if that will work for my future situation— or if my future self will still try to fight for that title. I am really fond of Palma Bridge, maybe because it reminds me of some historical fiction books that I have read ( ILYS1892). I am planning to take a few more or all of the entrance examinations that I could afford to take because I don't want to regret this aspect, but to pass UPCAT is a major dream and mostly a major WHAT IF in my life. I am grateful for my parents' tolerance and support of me, my father drove me to UPLB. I asked him to come inside the campus, but he declined, maybe he wanted to go there when I pass the exam, I hope that day will come.

P.S. Thank you kay kuyang engineering na nagtasa ng lapis(gwapo mo po, if IE ka po sana maging senior kita hehe HAHAHAHA) ko pati na rin kay ate na super cheerful(GANDA MO PO YIIIEEE).

[ashenowloddities]

I have this weird habit of hanging on to blank journals until the "perfect" use for them comes along. (Whatever that means.) I finally made use of a blank journal I've been holding onto for so long that I can't even remember where it came from.. so pictured here is the first entry in my new art journal. Titled "Poem". I'm hoping this will help me learn to loosen up and try some new techniques and mediums. 🎨📚 #noplan #trynewthings #art #artjournal #abstractart #abstractexpression #firstentry #artjournalentry #abstractartwork #artistsoninstagram #intuitiveart #artistsoninstagram #creativeexpression #intuitivecreation #intuitiveartist #abstractartist #makeart #makemoreart #pagansofinstagram #pagancommunity #witchstagram #witchesofinstagram #witchcommunity #AshenOwl https://www.instagram.com/p/BwlIW-QH-rN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5i83oj431nad

[foxtrotdoodler-blog]

I love to draw. I've only done it on paper however so I'm going to learn how to make my creations digital. This tumblr is going to be my art dump. Literally. I own a Huion Kamvas GT-191 and hope that it will work the way I need it to. Any art that I make CANNOT BE TAKEN. If it is my art please ask me if you want to use it.(as an avatar, backround, etc.)

[javemonlogs]

First step done!

Yahoo! Finished making an account here in tumblr. Accidentally made two accounts but will usually use Javemon Logs! Anyways, going to start writing things about my life! I don't know what to write first but at lease I finished the first step... making an account. Redundant, right? Because I'm mostly rambling things but whatever! Just doing this makes me excited to start writing even though I don't know how to "write." I mostly see myself that doesn't have talent in writing, creative writing, or just about everything. Yet, I really want to try writing. Maybe there will come a time that I will be comfortable enough to share what's happening in my brain through writing and along the way I may be able to process it when I have conversation with anyone.

Just a question though, is creative writing important when writing something like a blog? Because I only know maybe a thing or two when it comes to creative writing thanks to my college course. I'm an Education graduate - English major by the way. So, I learned writing and literature and stuff related to English in college. Yet, I'm not sure if I learned anything during that time. But, maybe I learnt something right? Since I tried the teaching gig yet I'm still not satisfy if teaching is really for me. I don't know but maybe by doing this thing I maybe able to find what I'm looking for even though I don't know what it is. So hopefully you can be with me along the way. So, if you're looking for something too, join me in this journey in searching something that you don't know. Haha. So, goodluck to me. Wow! Wrote this in a single sitting. Haha. Well that's it for now. I'll go study some stuff. Do you think I can curse here in tumblr? Anyways, BRB!

[dosisperdiem]

How's life?

Hi. I missed pouring things out online, so, here's my third Tumblr account.

How's life lately?

I am now 25 years of age

Currently unemployed & broke (1 year)

Married to my 7-year partner (4 months married)

Still on LDR though (Since 2016)

Visa on process (Turning 3 months now)

Reviewing for Pharmacist Examining Board of Canada - Evaluating Exam

Overthinking and worried about my future

I'm actually feeling a bit disappointed on myself

I want to do more and be more

Still figuring out this life