MIKROKOSMOS

 Under the light of a blinding spotlight, The world looks very bright up here, The cameras flashing around me, in tears A thousand eyes watching on. Basking in the warmth and glow, My shadow so small beneath me The black so slow turns into grey, and I  am running within chaos One night is what I'm praying for, To search within me, inside my soul, Somewhere grey where I'd be alone, Finally at peace. Because- Not even the light of a thousand stars  can help me find my fate Was it always this chaotic? I do not remember, Yet I sleep Free falling into myself I let myself see, The butterfly within has found her wings A pirate of the seas? Or the heir to the throne? Or maybe above all, A Heart Of Gold?

  I'm personally a big believer that everyone needs to know how to cook before they finish schooling because c'mon folks.. you need food to survive! But in life, there is at least one thing that each person is horrible at, and for some, this may be that niche. That's okay, it really is. Today I will be writing about three extremely simple dishes ANYONE can make without messing up, recipes which are so flexible and forgiving that you can switch up and substitute many ingredients and quantities and still have a great dinner! 01. CHEAT NOODLES Ingredients: One packet of maggi (any flavour) One egg Any type of chopped veggies (carrots, beans, cabbage, zuccini, mushrooms.. the choices are endless) A little bit of oil, chillie flakes and sugar Preparation: Cook the maggi the way you usually do (maggi is probably the only thing everyone commonly knows how to make, innit?) and set it aside Heat up a pan, add the oil and crack an egg into it. leave for a minute and add your veggies,

 Two teenage cancer kids.  One tragic love story. Hazel Grace Lancaster meets Augustus 'Gus' Waters at cancer support group in a church basement, talks about how Gus shouldn't be afraid of oblivion, how his pack of cigarettes' is a metaphor, and watches a movie. “ May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. “Sure.” “Tomorrow?” he asked. “Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager. “Right, that’s why I said tomorrow,” he said. “I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he said. “You don’t even know me,” I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. “How about I call you when I finish this?” “But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said. “I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.” ~John Green, The Fault in Our Stars, Pages 36, 37