Nose piercing

The entire journey started when I was 16. That summer I joined a study tour to New Zealand, we visited a farm to see how the shepherd shaves off wools, and here comes to the climax, we had some roasted lamb for dinner and the farmer told us it was one of the sheep that we saw in the morning. I was shocked and all the ideas swirl through my mind, I believe that we should stop to eat animals. I failed to be a vegetarian, but I didn’t give up, so two years later when I turned eighteen, I opted for…

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One afternoon, my parents decided to buy me a golden retriever as they saw how lonely I was. At the door stood an adorable dog with fluffy ears and golden soft fur like of daisy petals. Her eyes outlined with long lashes are as deep as the ocean. Her nose shaped like a heart made her look so beautiful. Her fur glistened under the sun rays, showing a glimpse of yellow. Even though it looked very strong, it had a very gentle and friendly face. After finding out that it was a female dog, I…

Although there were a wide variety of deities worshiped by the Mayans, the most prominent of them were Hunab Ku, Itzamna, Ix Chebal Yaz, Ah Puch, Ek Chuah, and Chac. Hunab Ku: The Mayans worshiped this god as their supreme god and viewed him as the creator of the universe reportedly. He is also synchronized with the god Itzamna. Hunab Ku was viewed so highly that it was believed he did not participate in the affairs associated with humans. As in any religion, the creator of the universe and…

It is common for women to decorate their face with piercings. They will use a thin bone or reed to pierce through their nose or lips. Rods made of bone or wood is sometimes pierced through their ears and they will use feathers that are fashioned to hang as part of the decoration. Women will also place flowers behind their ears or on their…

It was a chilly and foggy Wednesday afternoon. The slippery and wet stone floor in front of the popular Cologne cathedral reflected the melancholic weather of a typical late autumn/ early winter day. The stomping sound of my heavy combat boots and the murmur of many excited voices were all I could hear. From a distance, I saw an overspill of overly enthusiastic people walking in all sorts of directions. Somewhere in the middle of the sea of people, there it was. The long awaited, shooting-star…

Before Brayden arrived to pick me up, I worked both of the horses for a hour each. Afterwards, I bushed them and turned them out to the field for the day. They deserved a day off relaxing and grazing under the sun. Before turning them loose to their own devices, I spray them down with fly spray on and slip their fly masks on. Both horses trot around the field before settling down to graze. I watch them for a few moments before returning to the cabin. Tomorrow was the big day. My performance in…

Although I had promised myself to never open and write in this book again, I can’t help but feel that today’s events should be recorded in here so I can set them away from my mind. If the memories are remembered in here, I wouldn’t to hold remember them in my mind. I had just come back home after a long day of planting and tending the land. I placed my rifle down beside the fireplace as I was welcomed in by the wave of warmth, a distinct contrast from the merciless chill outside. I am…

It’s not Collet, my girlfriend. The voice is too deep. “What do you mean she won’t wake up? Please, please save my little girl.” It’s my mum. The despair in her voice is heart breaking, more heart breaking than discovering I’m dying. I don’t feel like I’m dying. I’m not in any pain. Is this what dying’s like? I want nothing more than to reach out to my mum, to tell her I’m still here and that I love her, but I’m still in this dark void. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I won’t survive this. Why…

Journal Entry 1 – Descriptive Entry (Act II - Proctor) Diary, Although I had promised myself to never open and write in this book again, I can’t help but feel that today’s events should be recorded in here so I can set them away from my mind. If the memories are remembered in here, I wouldn’t to hold remember them in my mind. I had just come back home after a long day of planting and tending the land. I placed my rifle down beside the fireplace as I was welcomed in by the wave of warmth, a…