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This blog post is a part of Design Blogger Competition organized by CGTrader with the theme - Designing for the future: trends we need to consider now



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Minimalism is the new black, and it's currently taking the world by storm. 

I'm sure at some point you have come across the term minimalism. Whether it was hearing from a self-proclaimed minimalist, watching a viral video of a Japanese man living on three pairs of clothes on AJ+, or clicking a popular hashtag on Instagram (#minimalliving, #minimalism, or #minimalist, to name a few), you might be surprised to find that more and more Millennials are trending towards the minimalist lifestyle. 

But what exactly is minimalism? 

Is it simply the act of throwing away heaps and heaps of junk to make room for, well, even more, junk? 

While getting rid of stuff is a crucial part of the 'decluttering' process, Colin Wright from Exile Lifestyle explained minimalism as a reassessment of our priorities, to remove excessive luxuries that don't bring value to our lives. 

Well, books aren't just stuff, right? 

Admittedly, with the goal of fulfilling my 2016 New Year Resolutions - to be more focused and happier in life - I have also jumped on the bandwagon to experiment and have a first-hand experience of what the hype was all about. Here's a brief snapshot of my goal of living minimally. 

My first attempt at minimalism

Mission: To declutter the junk in my closet, throwing out worn out shoes, donating clothes that are few sizes too small (why I held on to those painful reminders completely baffled me) and re-organizing my wardrobe according to types and colors. 

Thoughts: It took a whole lot of effort, but given the ample amount of space I have in my closet, it was a refreshing change of scenery every morning as picking out clothes to wear became less of a burden and more of a grab-and-go situation.


My second attempt at minimalism 

Mission: To redesign the entire appearance of my blog, which was easier said than done considering I'm as bad at HTML and CSS codes as I am with math.

Thoughts: I got rid of tons of useless widgets, reinvented my branding logo, and now I'm finally content with the "fresh" minimalistic look I was aiming for. I've never been prouder of myself for having the courage to delete years of accumulated hard work (it wasn't as bad as it sounded) and focused on producing posts that are worthwhile. My minimalistic experience even extended to my bookstagram account where I featured a minimal-themed feed, simply because I have not many props to begin with.

My third (and failed) attempt

As much as I am trying to ease myself into adapting to a minimal way of living, I am struggling with my third attempt at lifestyle decluttering: BOOK HOARDING. Yes,like every hardcore book lover out there, I am guilty of having boxes and shelves of books that probably would constitute as an unhealthy obsession. 

Minimalism might as well just be a book hoarder's worst nightmare.

Current status: I tried donating some of my older childhood favorites but failed to find the will to let go of my prized YA/NA book collections. Honestly, I don't know if I will ever be strong enough to let go.

So this brings us to a serious question, will book hoarders ever embrace minimalism?

"You cannot have a taste for minimalist décor if you seriously read books." - Linda Grant, I Murdered My Library 

Seems like all hope is lost for us readers. If there is one thing about book hoarders I can relate to, it is the joy of having large bookshelves with top to bottom book shelves filled with an endless supply of books. 


Isn't this the kind of heaven we all dream of? To have a room full of books with bookshelves large enough we needed a ladder to reach for a book? Unfortunately, my unrealistic fantasy has led me to realize one bitter reality: I may never have the luxury of having the money or space to build my dream library. I'm literally overflowing with books right now that I forced myself to go on a book-buying ban because I'm broke and space-less. 

Therefore, are books a valuable possession, or an extensive luxury? 

I stumbled upon an enlightening read on The Minimalists during my research for writing this article. The author of the post, Joshua, described how he got rid of 2,000 books and started reading more. Intrigued by the title and curious at how he managed to accomplish such sorcery, I devoured his words like a woman on a mission, until a particular quote stopped me in my tracks.

"I thought these books made me somebody. They were a part of my identity: those books were a part of me."

*Cue lightbulb moment* 

When have books become a possession that owns you? 

"The real value was in the words - in the action of reading - not in the physical book themselves." 

Isn't that the reason why we read in the first place? To devour the words and the emotions that accompany and not to just display the books on the shelves like trophies collecting dust? 

Because admit it, you are going to buy more books, you are going to have a never-ending pile of TBR, you are going to make a promise to yourself to finish reading all your books, and often times you'd feel dejected for failing. It's a vicious cycle, one that I'm sure most of us are all too familiar with. 

However, with reading devices becoming the norm of today's world and e-ARCs filling up the empty storage of our Kindles instead of the spaces in our bookshelves, is this a sign that book readers are finally embracing minimalism by purchasing lesser physical books and moving towards digital books, hence shifting the paradigm of modern day readers' viewpoint of reading?


Jeff Sheldon

All over the booksphere, the debates over physical versus digital books is still running rampant with most of the readers still preferring physical books to their respective digital copies. But, it is an undeniable fact, that digital publishing is already deeply integrated into the bookish community. It is literally impossible for a book to exist without the other. 

While I love the aesthetic aspects of good old traditional books (the experience of touching a book is oddly sensual), I am open to the idea of minimalism in reading as a trend for the future. In fact, I now have more books in my Kindle as compared to my physical shelf. After all, Millennials are modern day nomads. I hardly can move around with books trailing behind me now can I? 

Will digital publishing dominate the literary world? How profitable can the minimalism business be where the focus is having less for a greater value? Will minimalist readers have an adverse impact on the economy? What about the impact on the authors? So many questions left unanswered, but only time can tell the future. 

What I do know is that we have entered a futuristic age where the world's focus is to build faster, smaller and compact devices designed to make life easier. So it isn't really a surprise that the literary world will soon face an impending evolution. 

For entrepreneurs capitalizing on the minimalism business, maybe this could be a fruit for a thought. 

What are your opinions on being a minimalist reader? 


 Breather
Thursday, July 20, 2017 No comments
Hello everyone,

I would like to dedicate this post to everyone for still being here even though I have not been updating as much as I liked to, this year has been pretty busy for me and I've neglected doing what I loved - blogging and reading, but since I already had half a year to adapt to my tight schedule and hectic datelines, I think I'm starting to get a hang on juggling between reading, reviewing and life! I'm sure I won't be an active blogger as I used to be, but I hope to have time to keep updating posts and keep visiting your blogs! I still haven't given up on my passion!

I'm in the middle of reading three books, so I hope my reviewing skills won't grow rusty anytime soon! Thank you once again and sorry for being absent! =D

*I've actually written this a long time ago, but I just want to share a short poem with you guys* 


Painting Flowers


The wound was ugly
The scar on her face
Contradicts her beauty
Concealing her grace

Who would want to marry?
An unsightly soul?
She used to be a glory
But now she’s a foul….

In the midst of rejection
There is a shining knight
Who is still painting flowers
To bring the light back to her eyes


*I actually created a video inspired by one of my favorite song! Hope you loved it! *



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Sunday, August 05, 2012 2 comments
Hi everyone!

It has come to the day for another round of short stories, and I have once again asked my good friend, AJ to be a guest on my blog, and once again, she has surprised me with her talent with words. I don't know if short stories just appeal to me or her story is just that good. Any how, I proudly present to you...



Screaming: A Short Story

I walked along the dark corridors, fumbling for a light switch. What crappy timing for my flashlight to die on me.

"Colton!" I whispered. "Have you found any lights yet?"

"If I did, don't you think they'd be on by now, Uri?" he snapped.

I rolled my eyes. What in holy hell was his problem? It's not like I wanted to be locked up in an old abandoned high school any more than he did. Especially not with a psycho murderer on the loose.

"The Hangman" they called him. He would turn his victims virtually inside out and hang them by their intestines. You wouldn't even know someone was dead until they turned up five days later, mutilated at the top of a tree. I shivered just thinking about it.

I continued to walk along absentmindedly until I ran into someone. I screamed.

"Shut up Uriana!" Colton reprimanded, clapping a hand over my mouth to get me to quiet down.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "God! You about scared me half to death."

"Well if you would watch where you were going," he argued.

"I wouldn't have to if someone could find the damn light switch!" I retorted.

He sighed in frustration, a sound almost like a growl, and grabbed my hand. "There," he said. "Now keep up."

For a while, we walked in silence, running our hands up and down the tiled walls.

"Who's to say these lights will work, anyway?" I wondered aloud. "The school is like, centuries old."

Then my feet slipped, sending me flailing until I landed flat on my back.

"What the hell was that?" Colton asked,removing his hand from mine to touch his forehead.

"I don't know, I slipped on something," I answered.

"Well, what'd you slip on then?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't've referred to it as 'something'." I ran my hand along the floor, encountering a goopy, wet mess. What the hell? I thought.

Something warm fell on my head. I looked up, trying to find the source, and two more drops landed right on my forehead.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and I screamed at the sight before me.

A mangled body sat hanging in the rafters, and the substance that I had slipped in was blood. Realizing that the dripping liquid that had fallen on my head earlier was also blood, I scrambled to my feet, pulling Colton up with me.

"Come on, we have to go," I whispered, running down the hall.

"What the fuck was that?!" he shouted. "Was that a...?" he trailed off.

"Shh!" I shushed him. A strange creaking noise echoed throughout the hall, catching my attention. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" he asked.

"That creaking sound."

He cocked his head to the side, listening. Unfortunately, the only thing that could be heard next was him being forced out of my grip.

"Colton!" I yelled, whipping around.

My eyes widened when I saw him, a shadowy figure holding him at the throat with a knife poised at his jugular. The man slashed through Colton's throat, smiling menacingly at me.

I wanted so badly to run back to him, to see if I could somehow save my best friend, but I'd seen more than enough horror movies to know that pulling that stunt would most likely get me killed. So I ran as fast as I could away from the cloaked man.

It wasn't long before I slipped over my own two feet, twisting my ankle in the process. Too weak and hurt to walk, I got and my hands and knees and started crawling away, tears blurring my vision.

"NO!" I screamed as hands clasped around my ankles, dragging me backwards.

THE END.


Honestly, I was a bit creep out by that last part, and I can't imagine what my reaction would be if I witness my best friend's death.

If you like her stories, stalk her on Wattpad or read more of her works From the Desk of Avery Jones.

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Tuesday, June 05, 2012 8 comments

It has been a long time since I've updated my creativity writing section and I guess it's time to do so!

So, I've recently developed an obsession for Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia and I've taken a special interest on the author's playlist. I've shared poems, short stories and I figured, why not song lyrics as well? One of my personal favorite from the author's playlist is :


City and Colour - What Makes  A Man

I can hear my train comin'
It's a lonesome and distant cry
I can hear my train comin'
Now I'm runnin' for my life

What makes a man
Walk away from his mind?
I think I know
I think I might know

I can feel the wind blowin'
It's sending shivers down my spine
I can feel the wind blowin'
Shakes the trees and the power lines

What makes a man
Spend his whole life in disguise?
I think I know
Think I might know

(What makes a man?)
I think I might know
(What makes a man?)
I think I might know, know
(What makes a man?)

I can see the sun settin'
It's casting shadows on the sea
I can see the sun, it's setting
It's getting colder, starting to freeze

What makes a man
Want to break a heart with ease?
I think I know
Think I might know

(What makes a man?)
I think I might know
(What makes a man?)
I think I might know, oh
(What makes a man?)

I can hear my train comin'
Looks like time is on my side
I can hear my train comin'
I'm still runnin' for my life

What makes a man pray
When he's about to die?
I think I know
I think I might know

(What makes a man?)
Think I might know
(What makes a man?)
I think I might know, oh
(What makes a man?)

(What makes a man?)
Think I might know
(What makes a man?)
I think I might know, oh
(What makes a man?)

The song lyrics is absolutely beautiful, besides having it being the inspiration behind one of the book character, I love the song because it has such powerful song lyrics that deal with regrets and unwillingness to face the mistakes. Furthermore, the vocal is strong and I love how simple the musical is. I have been playing it on loop for two hours now. 

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Sunday, April 01, 2012 No comments

Lamb to the Slaughter - Roald Dahl

               

***Spoilers Alert***


If you wish to read the text please click on the link before reading my review! : Lamb to the Slaughter 

I was assigned to read Lamb to the Slaughter as a literature text and it was something different from my usual reads. First of all, I rarely read short stories, and this might be one of the best short stories I've ever read. Furthermore, I was surprised by the choice of book that was included in the University syllabus, this was far derived from my high school literature texts.

Mary Maloney was six months old pregnant when her husband came home one day and told her of his plans to leave her. She was in shock and as an impulsive reaction, she killed her husband, yes, with a lamb leg.

It was a subject of humour yet absolutely logical, realizing what she had done, she was determined to cover up her tracks to protect her unborn baby, so she provided an alibi and destroyed her murder weapon in the most unexpected-obvious way - by baking it.

The story had a twisted ending, Roald Dahl left me debating on the wife's sanity. On one hand, I was amazed by how well and calm an ordinary house wife came up with such a brilliant cover up story, yet on the other hand I was beginning to question whether Mary was sane at all, she was too calm for my liking, and no adoring wife would kill her husband, let alone feeding the murder weapon to his fellow colleagues.

This short story was a great read, it expressed the adult side of Roald Dahl, the author of children' fiction such as the famous Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  Versatility!

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Friday, February 03, 2012 1 comments
Hello everyone, it's Sunday and I'm up for some short stories! Without further ado, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine, AJ that I have always admired for her talent in writing stories, especially her short stories which often left me breathless.


So when AJ decided to interview me (which I admit, it was a huge surprise) I wanted to thank her and also help her promote her stories! Therefore I had asked her if I could post one of her work and she had kindly agree! (It made my day!)

Let me present you with............


Opposite World

Crimson Reynolds is in love with Skye Langston, and she with him. They both know they're in love. So what's the problem? They could get arrested if they were to act on these feelings.

Their world is quite unlike our own.In fact, it's the complete opposite. Where they live, same sex relationships are the norm. People there shun anyone who dares to fall in love with the opposite sex. They teach their children at an early age not to befriend someone so different. The problem has gotten so bad, that it is illegal to do so.

Law states that if a man and a woman are to fall in love, they and their friends are to be immediately incarcerated.

~*~*~*~

Can we talk after school? Maybe at the old abandoned church house?

When Crimson read the note Skye had just passed him, his eyes widened. He flipped it over, making sure he had even read the name right in the first place. For confirmation, he looked at Skye and pointed to himself. Remarkably, she nodded.

Crimson almost said no, for fear that he might get Skye in trouble. But God, he would do anything just for ten seconds alone with her.

~*~*~*~

For a second, all Skye could do after Crimson handed her his reply was revel in the touch of his fingertips. That one feather light touch was enough to make her want to break the law.

She opened the folded scrap of paper and read the single word that was scrawled on the inside.

Yes.

~*~*~*~

It wasn't a surprise when Crimson showed up at the old abandoned church to see that Sky was not there. Why would she want to get arrested for him anyway? He wasn't worth it.

With one final sigh, Crimson pushed himself off the rotted steps and began his trek home.

~*~*~*~

Skye couldn't believe how late she was. If only her parents had gotten her a car for her sixteenth birthday like she wanted. Then Crimson wouldn't think she was flaking out on him.

Halfway to the church, she ran into something solid. Looking up, she saw Crimson's vibrant green eyes glistening like stars.

"Hey," she said, trying to catch her breath.

~*~*~*~

And in that moment, the two of them had everything the ever wanted. They didn't care what their parents would do, or what their friends would think. For that one second, time froze and it was just the two of them.

Bursts of light came in red and blue, replacing the soft glow of the sun. Sirens wailed in the distance.

THE END


If you like her stories, stalk her in

Wattpad or read more of her short stories From The Desk of Avery Jones .


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