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Title: Mary and the Witch's Flower Japanese:  メアリと魔女の花                    Meari to Majo no Hana Produced by: Yoshiaki Nishimura Released: 2017 Plot: Mary Smith moves into the British estate of her Great Aunt Charlotte ahead of her parents. The bored, friendless girl tries to make herself useful through chores, but she repeatedly messes up. A local boy named Peter teases her for both her clumsiness and her wild red hair, which she hates. Tib-cat and Gib-cat, Peter's cats, lead Mary to some mysterious glowing flowers. Zebedee, the estate gardener, identifies the flowers as "fly-by-night"; legend has it that witches covet the flower for its magical power. The next day, Gib-cat disappears and Mary follows Tib-cat to go look for her. Tib-cat leads her to a broomstick ensnared in a tree's roots. Mary frees the broomstick, but accidentally bursts a fly-by-night bulb on it. The bulb releases magical power in the form of a...

2 Hours of Beach Escapade By Chesz Dylan I haven't been in beaches lately. The Holy Week had finished and that was one of the busiest week for beach resort owners. Aside from, of course summer that ranges from the month of March to the late May, Holy Week has been established as a vacation week for Filipinos. It is the only week of the entire calendar year where one can book a flight or go to beaches and resorts, relax and meditate for all the good things that happened in your life. The greyish-white fine sands of La Union The Philippines had been known to be one of the religious countries in the world. A country with a majority of Catholic faith devotees, with a percentage of non-denominational Christians and Muslims. Some provinces in the Philippines had been very serious in celebrating Holy Week. It is a sacrament that was done with repentance by the Catholic devotees. For them, it was their expression of their love and faith of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ...

2 A.M Thoughts: The Rain By Chesz Dylan It's passed 2 a.m. It is raining while I am doing this. I feel like writing my 2 am thoughts at this moment. I like rain actually, but only to an extent. Some people call it as pluviophile (lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days). However you define it, rain calms my soul and my consciousness. I don't know if it feels bothersome for the others, but I do feel at peace. I find it relaxing, especially while sipping a cup of coffee beside my bed. Back in my younger days, you would find me reading a book, or bathing out in the rain, if I'm not sleeping. Up until now, I also don't know the scientific explanation on why during raining or rainy days in general, our memory lane is triggered. Somehow, the rain makes a person sentimental in a way. It is one of those rare occasions where it makes us think deeply about life - our life. See also:  DON'T BECOME WHO HURT YOU Just to give yo...

DON'T BECOME WHO HURT YOU By Chesz Dylan depositphotos.com This is simple yet profound that when taken by heart it has a deep meaning within its context. Sometimes we don't know that a part of us that was hurt can leave a scar that cannot easily mend by time, or even death. Sometimes, the person that hurts us leave an impression that is forever delisted in our system, if not forever be forgotten in our life. See also:  You Are Never Worthless I remember when I was young. The person who hurt me left my childhood a sad, immeasurable pain, and left me growing with a vengeful heart. I am so drowned of avenging myself because that part of me was the beginning of a mess I paid by my entire childhood. That part of me was helpless. A voiceless kid who just followed orders and what those adults made me believed. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt or conscience because what I was feeling back then was a total remorse and loathe. I hated him to the point that I cursed him....