Welcome to MHN!

Hi fellow book lovers, writers, bloggers and other lovelies!

Welcome to MHN. This is the blog of me; a girl who loves to write. I love pouring out my thoughts, and this blog will be a compilation filled with my ramblings, writings, readings, homeschool life, and the other joys of being me.

I also have another blog, a book blog where I post book review, book tags, and other booky posts. Check it out!

I started this blog because I wanted a place to pour out my thoughts, and because the thought sounded good. I gave it quite a long break, and then I went back to blogging life. I enjoy it, but sometimes I think I spend too much time on it. I love emojis (which is totally why there aren’t any yet in this post XD ), so prepare to see a bunch of them!

I love likes, but I love comments even more, and would love it if you guys could leave a after reading. ๐Ÿ™‚ I will do my best to respond to them.

Please be polite, respectful, and God-honoring around here, and you may stay as long as your heart desires. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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The 10 Best Things About Being A Filipino

Disclaimer: The featured image backround picture doesn’t belong to me. I just got it of google images.

Hello everyone! I know I said I wasn’t posting on Fridays and sometimes Sundays, but today is exceptional because 1) I wrote this post last night and wanted to post it today and 2) we usually babysit on Fridays, but not today because everyone has colds ๐Ÿ˜ฆ . But at least I get to post! ๐Ÿ˜€ And just letting you know, I haven’t forgotten about my 30 follower Q&A! I will post it soon. ๐Ÿ™‚

Some of you know, I’m a Filipino. #Asian And I’m proud to say it! I’ve collected a couple things that are the best things about being a Filipino.

  1. If you’re going to a Filipino party, you don’t have to worry about being late. Because everybody else will be late as well.
  2. There is always lots and lots and lots and lots of good Filipino food when you go to a Filipino party.
  3. We have a biiiiiig family. Even if those people aren’t really your family, they are!
  4. We are always polite and everyone is so friendly. (I need to work on this, though ๐Ÿ˜› )
  5. Filipino’s are smart! ๐Ÿ˜‰
  6. We point with our lips. XD (well I don’t, but everyone else does ๐Ÿ˜› ) In other words, we have ‘advanced communication skills’.
  7. We have AMAZING desserts! Halo-halo!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Halo-halo basically means mixed together, because it’s a mix of yummy stuff. Gulaman (Jelly), jackfruit, crushed ice, coconut milk, Ube icecream (I’m pretty sure it’s icecream made from sweet potato… it’s the purple icecream on the top in the picture). Doesn’t it look delicious? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
  8. A lot of us are pretty musical. Music is my therapy!
  9. When you’re at a Filipino party, you’re greeted with a hug from everyone.
  10. We open presents on Christmas Eve! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Well, I hope you enjoyed that! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Are you a Filipino? Can you relate to some of these things? | Are you an Asian? |What did you think of this post?|What do you think of the below video?

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Oh and I just wanted to share the following video with you because it’s amazing!

BLOG UPDATE!

Hello my beauties!

I’m so sorry for two posts in one day, but I made a minor update on my blog, as you may have noticed.

What I changed:

  • The header. I think it’s better than before. It’s not too professional, because I don’t want to pay Canva so I can download my fonts, but I still like it a lot. ๐Ÿ™‚ โค
  • My button/s. I think they’re pretty good, I got the wreaths from angiemakes.com (awesome website with lovely designs!). My last button, in which I attempted to make a flower wreath, turned out to be a lopsided thing, so I like this a lot better. Simple but pretty! ๐Ÿ™‚

And that’s about it! ๐Ÿ™‚ I might change a few more things later on, but for now, I like it this way.

Currently, the font in my header is black|

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Do you like this better? |

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Which one do you like better? Which one best suits my blog? Any tweaking?

Smile and God bless!

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The Two Towers {Sneak peek}

*looks at featured image* Well, it’s not exactly the kind of tower I imagined, but, ok. ๐Ÿ˜› (psst, the featured image is from Canva!)


Chapter One โ€“ The Runaway

A pecking sound rapped against the marbled grounds. The sparrows little beaks pecked at the seeds thrown to them. Dukes, counts, maids, and other people of the royal and peasant family bustled around the palace grounds, preparing for the Festival of Songs. They had not rested since the first light of sun slid above the mountains behind the kingdom. Every year, the King would hold a festival in honour of the great musicians and wonderful songs of their kingdom. Everyone was invited, rich and poor alike. On that day, not one person would be found outside the palace walls.

It was now afternoon and the festival would begin in exactly; I glanced at my watch. โ€œ15 minutes.โ€ I shifted further up the railings, my book placed on my lap. The leafy tree loomed above me, shading me from the heat of the sun. Thankfully though, it wasn’t one of those humid sun-scorching days like it was the week before, and it was the prefect day for a festival.

The Princess was supposed to make a speech for the Festival, but I just had to finish this story of Rapunzel. I clung with one arm to the railing post beside me, while with my other hand turned the page of the book. I slapped down the pages, creasing down a dog-eared corner.

I looked up for a few seconds at the Palace gates, still standing wide open, giving a warm welcome to everyone, calling them to join the festival.

Ever since Matthew was kidnapped, I hadnโ€™t set foot outside those gates, and was limited to the little freedom I had before that day.

I heaved a sigh, pulling back the tears.

I looked down again, hoping to drain out the bad memories and enjoy the moment. My ponytail swayed softly in the warm Summer breeze, loose strands of dark hair brushing across my forehead.

โ€œPrincess! What am I going to do with you?โ€

I snapped my book shut and sat up straight, almost toppling into the bushes behind me.

Gaining my balance, I looked up to see Edina, unfortunately, the governess assigned to look after me every minute of the day. I had managed to slip away for a few hours, away from the nagging governess.

โ€œYes, Edina?โ€ I gave a slight groan under my breath.

Edina held her hand up, extending her pinky in what she called a โ€˜posseโ€™; just because it sounded good. I wondered if she even knew what โ€˜posseโ€™ meant. โ€œHave you prepared your speech for the festival? I hope so, Your Highness. Remember what happened last year?โ€

I smirked, reminiscing the last Festival of Songs disaster.

โ€œTsk, tsk, tsk tsk….โ€ I mimicked under my breath. I didnโ€™t bother to answer the last question.

Edina frowned. โ€œPrincess Reese, your mother does not approve you, in public,โ€ this she said with a hint of disgust and self-consciousness, as she looked around to see if anyone was listening. โ€œwearing nothing on your head but a ponytail!โ€ she wore a disgusted look on her face. โ€œA ponytail indeed!โ€ It sounded as if she was saying my hair was a wig or something. My eyes danced. I was enjoying this, having completely forgot about my sadness.

โ€œItโ€™s improper; especially for a Princess.โ€ Edina held her head high, but her eyes looked me over from top to bottom.

โ€œItโ€™s comfortable, Edina.โ€ I reasoned. I hopped of the fence, standing on the opposite side from where Edina stood, opening my book again to where I left off and leaning my elbows on the fence.

โ€œItโ€™s informal. Un-ladylike.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s quite fitting to me; now if youโ€™ll excuse me.โ€ I snapped.

โ€œItโ€™s-โ€ the Governess began.

โ€œCOME ONE, COME ALL TO THE FESTIVAL OF SONGS!โ€

A loud cheering arose.

โ€œItโ€™s starting, itโ€™s starting! Places, places, Princess!โ€ Edina flapped a hand in front of her face. She pulled out my ponytail and smoothed down my satin dress.

โ€œGoverness,โ€ I began. I wanted to tell her I decided not to do my speech this year. I didnโ€™t care what she would say.

Edina ran off, forgetting about me.

I looked at all the people, rejoicing and happy.

How would they be so happy? Wasnโ€™t their Prince gone? Had they already given up? Every year on my brotherโ€™s birthday, we would let of glowing lanterns into the night sky… just like Rapunzel’s parents did in the fairytale. But that was all we ever did. I knew deep inside we had all tried our hardest; but we needed more than that to find Matthew.

Everyday I longed to step out of the palace gates, but my fatherโ€™s repeated answer, was โ€˜noโ€™. I knew it was for my own good. But I just had to find Matthew and bring him back. He was my best friend.

The Festival lasted till midnight, at the dim glow of candlelight. Everyone trooped home; it had been a big day for them all.

I turned the lamp low in my room and brought my hand down, the tips of my fingers brushing against a paper on the desk. I sighed. Letting the low fire in the lamp burn bright again, I dipped my quill into the pot of ink, bringing it to the paper. All I had so far was, Dearest Father and Mother,. And that was all. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them. Somehow writing, Dearest Father and Mother, I’ve decided to leave you and go find Matthew because we all didn’t try hard enough, just didn’t sound right even if that’s how I felt. I crumpled up the paper and dropped it into the drawer, trying to brush the thought away. Again, I dimmed the lamp and lay down.

Summer soon passed, and the leaves turned their bright yellow, orange and red.

Then the chilly winter arrived, and I still hadn’t written the letter, and I still hadn’t left home.

But one day, in the chilly mid Winter season, I entered my room, opened the drawer of my table and saw the crumpled up, unfinished letter. Eyeing for a few long seconds, I finally sat down on the bed and dipped my quill in the bot of ink on the corner of my table. And then I began to write.

Dearest Mother and Father,

I love you both very much. But ever since Matthew was kidnapped, things aren’t the same. I’m not the same. You both aren’t the same. I know we all tried our hardest to find him, but I didn’t. And I know I can. So I’m going to find Matthew. Please don’t try to come and take me back because I won’t come back until Matthew is home. I will be alright. I’ll be back soon. I will think of you everyday. I love you both.

Your loving daughter,

Reese Abigail Amilda

I sighed, folded the paper and signed it, Mother and Father.

I dimmed the light to its lowest and lay down, but I didnโ€™t dare fall asleep. I felt around under the silk covers for my sack of clothes. My hand met the scratchy material of the potato sack I had converted into a knapsack, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Minutes past. I lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. I heard fatherโ€™s deep snore, and motherโ€™s quiet one. I waited for awhile and then slipped out from under the covers.

I left a note on my pillow for mother and father and crept of. Pulling my nap sack along, I tiptoed across the cool diamond floor. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window. I reached it and gazed out into the night, a few stars twinkling, and more than half a moon appeared on my right.

The light from the watchtower scanned the palace grounds, and I quickly ducked below the sil. The light slowly disappeared, and pulling of my shoes, I leaned out the window as far as I could and dropped them onto the grass. I heard a low thump, and tensed.

I closed my eyes. โ€œI have to find Matthew.โ€ I whispered. I pushed the window doors further out. A thick vine crawled down the wall, just touching the grass below. I lifted myself onto the window sill. My foot wiggled into a tight loop in the vine. With my nap sack over my shoulder, I pushed shut the window.

My heart nagged me to go back inside, but my head told me the opposite. I paused. Should I keep on going? Thoughts whirled in my head. Should I just tell father and mother? No. They wouldnโ€™t let me go. I had left them a note anyway. My heart beat.

Iโ€™d do it. I climbed down farther and reached the wet grass. Small flecks of snow lay on the tips of the grass.

I’d done it. I pulled on my shoes and ran across the grass, trying to keep from the marbled floors so my shoes wouldn’t be heard. I kept to the shadows. A voice nagged in my head. How are you going to get out?


Ta da! How’d you like it? It’s not the best, but I’m pretty happy with it. Got any tips for me?

These are the chapters I have so far:

Chapter 1 – Runaway

Chapter 2 – Kidnapped

Chapter 3 – Arwen

Chapter 4 – The Book

Chapter 5 – Escape

Chapter 6 – Run!

Chapter 7 – Zack

After that, I’m completely lost. :/

Smile and God bless!

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What did you think? | Got any tips for me? | I’m switching the posts in my schedule around a bit. Originally in my Pick A Post post, I mentioned that this post was going to be

The Ups And Downs Of Being A Homeschooler

Hello my lovelies!

As I mentioned in my last post, I was originally going to do this post later on during the month, but a couple of people had this post as their top pick in the list of posts, so I’m doing this one first.

Also, if you have any ideas for more future posts, please let me know. ๐Ÿ™‚

Psst! The featured image backround watercolor flower was downloaded from angiemakes.com from THIS PAGE. Check out her website! She has wonderful downloadable clipart and others to make your blog lovely. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks, Angie! โค


|UPS|

  • I have more time to do the things I love. Instead of being stuck with so much homework, I get to focus more on what I love and what needs to be mastered.
  • I’m learning something everyday, even in the holidays. That’s also something I love about myself; my love for learning.
  • I get to spend more time with my family. Sometimes we play educational games, and instead of doing homework, I get to talk more with my family and play games with them.
  • Homeschooling is more flexible. I like schedules and organizing, but the flexibility of homeschool meets the way my brother and I learn more.
  • It’s not so pressuring. Even if I do have to try hard, I don’t have to so much assignments and not looooong hours of schoolwork.
  • I can do my school in my pajamas! Actually, that’s not true in our house; my Mom won’t allow it. ๐Ÿ˜‰ And I don’t think I’d ever want to do it!
  • I can do my school anywhere I like; in a tree, on the swing, on the roof, on my bed. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • I can read books of my choice. HOW LOVERLY
  • I can snack while I’m studying.ย  Hehe I like doing this. ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • I can learn at my own pace. I’m more organized and I like to work along at a fast pace and be at the same level as everyone else. But my Mom focuses more on mastery; and even if at times I don’t like it, I end up being thankful to her. Because instead of me rushing along, trying to be ahead and ‘up to the standards of society’ I can focus more on how I’m doing and what I can do; if that makes sense.

|DOWNS|

  • I don’t get awards. I love getting awards, but, unfortunately, we don’t have any. I could get like certificates when I study online and such, but no ‘Honor Student’ or anything like that.
  • For me, I like to test what I’ve learned, and in homeschooling, we don’t have much tests. You’re probably wondering, “You’re crazy, Zielle! Who would ever want tests?!” But that’s me! ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • Uhm…I don’t have any siblings in my grade to ‘compete’ against. ๐Ÿ˜›

Watch this video; it’s practically what I want to say:

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Smile, and God bless!

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Pick A Post! {Please read}

Hi everyone!

What kind of posts would you like to see in the future? These are the posts I’ve already got scheduled (I need more ideas for the rest of the month).

{Wed 19} Soap making experiment

{Thurs 20} Photo Dump

{Sat 21} The Ups And Downs Of Being A Homeschooler

{Sun 22} The Ups And Downs of Being A Shorty Part 2

{Monday 23} Post a sneak-peak of The Two Towers

{24 Tues} Art Exhibit {Sibling Drawings}

Sorry for the short post! Please comment what you think of these posts as well as some more post ideas for the rest of the month. Please don’t be offended if I don’t use your idea! ๐Ÿ™‚

Bye, lovelies!

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Guest Post {Interview} – with my brother

Hey guys!

I’ve officially succeeded in creating a blogging schedule for the rest of July and half of August. *pats self on back*ย I was also going to an Art Exhibit today, but had to change my schedule so that the Art Exhibit is later on, because I couldn’t find my art book. :/ Another thing to let you know, is that I will be posting everyday (unless otherwise noted) except Fridays and occasionally not on Sundays. Thursday Cookups is now Tuesday Cookups, because we have our homeschooling group on Thursdays. They will also be posted every second Tuesday. Onto the interview, I’m just going to be asking random questions. For this post, I’m just going to call my brother G. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Let’s dive right in!

Also, I may do an art exhibit of my brother’s drawings, if he allows me, because they are amazing. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Z: Who is your favorite superhero and why?

G: The Flash. He could disable Ironman’s suit easily. He’s fast and… and yeah. That’s basically it. And he’s fast.

Z: What is your favorite thing to do and why?

G: Uh… *yawns* my favorite thing to do is…. uhm… say uhm..ย  I …ย  I I I I I I I I blah blah *babbles* My favorite thing to do is….. everything. Except not favorite things to do.

Z: Can you be more specific?

G: Everything. I like everything. Uhm my favorite thing to is everything.

Z: That doesn’t explain anything…?

G: Uh… I just told you. I like to watch, I like to draw, I like to do everything…. fun.

Z: Ok. If you say so.

Z: What is you favorite drawing of yours?

G: Uhm… my Starlord drawing, I think?

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Sorry for the bad quality! I took this on my computer.

Z: What about your Hulkbuster one?

Hulkbuster. Won 1st prize in a show! Sorry for the bad quality. This was taken from my Mom’s phone.

G: A bit, yeah.

Z: What do you do with your drawings?

G: I draw them, and then just leave them on my desk. And maybe stick them up on the wall?

Z: If you could have two superpowers, what would they be, and why?

G: As fast as the flash, coz’ it’s fun. And…yeah.

Z: No, one more.

G: And uh…lightning powers? I don’t know!

Z: Why lightning powers?

G: *sighs* Coz’ uhm you can control lightning? Doh.

Z: What is your favorite TV series?

G: The Flash.

Z: What is your favorite food?

G: Spaghetti.

Z: Fave color?

G: I have three favorite colors. I think I like black a bit better than blue and then red is last.

Z: Do you like my blog?

G: No.

Z: Whaaaattt? Why?

G: *looks at what I’m typing*

Z: Wait, you’re not supposed to look yet!

G: Because your blog is boring. All that’s there is stories and I only read comics.

Z: Do you even read my blog?

G: No. Except for the bit exciting parts; like the polls thingy.

Z: If you don’t read my blog, then how do you know I only write stories?

G: Because I take a glance at it, and I only see stories.

Z: Well I barely write stories on my blog.

G: Kay than all the other stuff are still boring.

Z: Well thank you for your brotherly love. ๐Ÿ˜›

Z: Do you want this interview to be long?

G: *pauses* Whatever.

Z: Would you rather have spaghetti with coke or melted marshmallows on top of it along with the sauce?

G: *thinks* All of it.

Z: Yuck.

G: Mix it also with… with mandarins and fruit and some juice. Orange juice.

Z: Do you consider yourself as a weirdo?

G: Meh.

Z: What’s your favorite song?

G: Meh. By Meh.

Z: Hey! Be serious!

G: Just kidding. My favorite song is It’s Not Unusual by Tom Jones. I like old school songs.

Z: Favorite movie?

G: I don’t know, I like all movies.

Z: Even Tinkerbell?

G: No! Of course not. I hate that movie.

Z: Uhm…what’s another question?

G: *hums weird song while scrolling through Youtube magic videos*

Z: Well? What’s another question?

G: I don’t know. What’s your favorite Youtube channel?

Z: Ok. What’s your favorite Youtube channel?

G: What’s Inside.

Z: Why? Hey! Stop reading.

G: Because they’re interesting.

Z: Ok. I’m gonna end this interview now.

G: *doesn’t answer*

Z: I’m gonna end this interview now!

G: Ok. Whatever. Bye. Caio!

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And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed that somewhat weird interview with my brother. ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

How To Write Good Dialogue {A Guide For Writers}

Hello, everyone! I thought I’d share with you a couple tips on staging good dialogue when writing a novel. I am by no means a professional, many of these tips I tend to stray of when writing dialogue. I do make mistakes as well. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope these tips will help you as they help me.

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Take a look at these lines of dialogue (btw I’m just making the dialogue up as I go ๐Ÿ˜› ):

“You caught the culprit, detective?” Hefler placed his feet on the desk.

“Not yet, sir. But we will.” The young detective

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes sir.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do, sir.”

“But how?”

And blah blah blah. I don’t think anyone wants to read dialogue like that.

  • Your character doesn’t have to directly answer another character’s question all the time. Readers don’t want to be slowed down by useless dialogue. And plus it’s not very natural to be holding a conversation such as the above. Perhaps instead of answering directly to every question, maybe you could give more information on the situation instead of giving useless dialogue.
  • Use your dialogue to show your character’s personality. Not yours. You might not have the same personality as your character. Therefore, you might not talk the same. You have to put yourself in your character’s shoes. The way your reader talks is a good way to show what kind of person they are. Do they use slang? Do they like to use big words? Do they talk a lot or a little?
  • Let your characters talk as naturally as possible. Although it’s good to match your character’s dialogue with their personality, it’s also a good idea to let them talk naturally. Let them talk the way that you and people around you would usually talk. Try to write their dialogue in a way that your readers will be ableย  to relate to them.
  • Don’t make conversations overly long. This is something I struggle with. I try to cram all the information I need to disclose with my readers that I forget I’m making my dialogue too insanely long. Action needs its place too. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Maybe the character can find out along the way.
  • This isn’t exactly on dialogue, but you don’t have to write ‘he/she said’ after each dialogue. You could write, ‘Kim groaned’, or ‘Kim’s eyes sparkled’ to show what she is feeling at the time. You could even write something the character is doing, just to show that that person is talking.

That’s about it! I hope you got something out of my opinions. ๐Ÿ™‚

Smile, and God bless!

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