Nightclub incident kills 2 South Koreans

A nightclub by the name Coyote Ugly kills two and injures more than a dozen people. 

Injured: 17
Casualties: 2 

Early this Saturday 07.28.2019, at a nightclub in the city of Gwangju, South Korea, an internal balcony suddenly collapsed, killing 2 South Koreans and injuring many who were celebrating the victory of women’s World championship. At the time the incident took place, there were around 370 people inside.

Yonhap reports: The South Koreans, both males aged 38 and 27 were taken to the hospital, but were later declared dead. The deceased were not competitors, but just customers.

Some members of the Australian water polo team were also present at the time of the collapse. However, the Water Polo Australia stated that all the members of the team had escaped without any injury. 

The rescuers arrived promptly.

“This is an awful tragedy,” Said Christopher Ramsey, head of USA Water Polo. “–Our hearts go out to the victims of the crash and their families.”

From the United States team, a male diver and a female water polo player were slightly injured as well. 

Reported Sport: “It was ‘business as usual and then it literally collapsed beneath our feet.” Said New Zealand’s men’s water polo captain, Matt Small. 

The world swimming body stated their condolences, “Fina deeply regrets the situation and sends its best wishes to any victims of this accident.”


The 2019 Fina World Champion will conclude on Sunday.

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Steve the Seahorse #PlanetorPlastic

So, below is a short story which I wrote for the competition on Wattpad that’s held by National Geographic so that we could help and change this terrible crisis that has taken place. Millions of marine animals are dying because of plastic, isn’t it time to stop? Shouldn’t we protect these beautiful creatures? 

I hope my story will make an impact, if not a 100 percent, at least a 50? even 5% is fine because change starts with a thought. 


The seahorse wandered the vast ocean in search of a mate. For years, he had been caged by his parents in his little house that was between moss and weeds. All they wanted to do was protect him from the big, scary things out there. Things that would eat him alive like a delicious chocolate.

However, Steve the Seahorse was fed up of their “stories” about big whales and white sharks. He wanted to explore, enjoy his life, and find someone he could spend his life with. He didn’t want to waste his only life living in fear, he wanted to go out there and discover the wonders of the ocean, and see what it was really like.

Steve’s friends would always brag about going beyond their set boundaries. “I saw a dolphin! Isaw a beautiful star!” They would say. That would make Steve listen to them awe, and he too wished he had such memories to share.

One night, when Steve’s parents were asleep, he snuck out of the leaves that hid them from the big fishes and swam towards the fence that would taken him to the other side of the deep ocean. He swam and swam until he was met with a complete darkness. Hebreathed heavily, he was now afraid. He had already lost his way, he was now in distress.

Steve looked around and hoped to find someone for help. He swam a little more until suddenly,he saw something swimming at a distance. 

He cautiously swam toward it and saw a very thin creature silently swimming in the middle of nowhere.

“Excuse me? Can you help me get home? I think I’m lost.” Steve said, but the strange creature didn’t reply. It was quiet as if it was dead.

Steve touched it,but it took a step back. As weird as it may sound, it didn’t have an eyes or a nose or fins that would help it swim. “What are you…?” He asked, oblivious and astonished to see the creature in front of him.

The latter didn’t respond, it kept on swimming.

Steve looked around, and was filled with a sudden fear. He left the creature where it was and swam a little further. He met another weird creation, this one looked similar to a stingray, but it was more flat and thin, it was more transparent.

“Excuse me…can you help me?” Steve asked nervously. This creature didn’t respond as well. And so Steve went further away. He met many more of these peculiar looking things, he asked them for help, but none of them spoke to him. The more he swam further,the more he got lost.

There was no one to help him, which was strange. Because his friend had told him that the ocean was actually filled with lovely and helpful friends. Instead, all there was were transparent creatures, that didn’t talk or help. They just swam in the darkness as if they were dead. 


If you did like this story, then please vote in the link below~ It would really mean a lot and your good intentions of stopping the use of plastic will affect greatly! 

Until then, peace neighbors,

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The Best Part of a Rainy Day

I love rains. It makes me feel creative. It makes me happy. Seeing the water splat on my bedroom window and listening to the droplets drumming on the concretes makes me feel something…It’s a kind of feeling that I can’t describe properly. Perhaps, it’s inspirational, or maybe it’s love. I don’t know, but I feel something.

And that’s the best part of a rainy day. You can feel so many emotions at the same time. You can recall and make so many memories.

You can make a cup of hot chocolate and read a good book.
You can write a novel; be it any genre because rain can be incorporated in many and any stories.

I wish rainy days just wouldn’t end.
My imagination reaches its peak when I stare at the unfocused world. At the dark grey clouds and at the abandoning streets.

It’s like the world has come to an end.
As if when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll be the only one awake.

Rains are beautiful. They give you a sense of hope, tragedy and a sense of impossibility and the unseen.

“Poets love rain, you know why? 
because it makes them feel lonely, 
and that’s when they take out their pen and paper.”



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A Simple Tragic Love Story

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn’t see.
Then came a boy who could see.

They bumped into each other, like any other love story.
Like any other love story, they fell in love as if it was all meant to be.

The boy loved the girl although she couldn’t see.
The girl loved the boy even though she couldn’t see.

Both of them spent some time together, in beaches, in empty rooms, in the park, and sometimes between the bricked alleys; whispering and laughing.

Those days were the best days of her life. She wished she could see him, and perhaps live with him for a lifetime.

But you don’t get everything what you ask for. Sometimes stories have to be left as tragic as they were. To give meaning to their life, to give emotions to their feelings.

One day, the boy hugged the girl. That day she wanted to repeat. She wanted to be in a loop.

Then one day, he kissed her on the cheek. Oh, how she wanted to stop time in that moment and feel the warmth of his lips.

She cried that day. He wiped her tears. She didn’t feel bad that she couldn’t see, but she felt bad for him that he fell in love with her. With a blind girl who would one day eventually fall down and wouldn’t be back up on her feet.

A few days passed, the boy didn’t meet her. She asked the nurse where he was, the nurse said he was resting because of his sickness.

She asked the nurse to take her to him, she refused to do so and walked away.
The girl waited for a few more days. It was painful, her chest was tightening, but she stayed on her bed anyway.

She didn’t know his name. He didn’t know her name. They were just strangers who were strangely in love. Their hearts were stitched.

Like a rag doll they were left aside.

Weeks passed and she asked the nurse again if she could see the boy.

The nurse held the girls hand, touched her cheek and said that he had passed away.
The girl froze in distress, her heart melted away, her sorrows fell down, her body sank below.

She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t want. She loved the boy as if he was a part of her soul, she loved the boy so much that she wished she could die.

But suicide wasn’t a choice. She had to live to keep his memories.
Memories that meant the world to her, that meant the galaxy and the entire sea.

She cried day and night, the nurse became afraid that one day she might die. She caressed the girl’s hair, took care of her really well.

But her tears won’t stop, eventually, like the boy, the girl passed away.

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Mini Review of The Walking Dead S8 Ep9 ‘Honor’

“I can’t be who I was. It’s different now.”


It’s sad. Uh-huh.

Carl dying is sad.

I liked Carl.

Why did they have to kill him?

That’s the question we all keep asking, right?

But, guess some people just have to die, be it in the hands of Negan or a single bite from a Walker.

This week’s episode of The Walking Dead was slow as hell, talkative but nonetheless, filled with emotions. Carl is dying and the entire group that is waiting in the tunnel for the Saviors to leave are on-looking Carl’s death and time passes so slowly…So painfully for Rick and Michonne. It was hard to watch to be honest.

Meanwhile, Carol and Morgan have joined together to save Ezekiel who had been captured by the Saviors. I do agree that the episode was slightly boring, but I liked it because of Carol’s and Morgan’s merciless battle. I also liked the direction; the way the scene changes from one group to the other as if something or the other is definitely going to happen but none of us know when.

Seeing Carl die slowly wrenched my heart because he was such a good support to Rick and the others. Who will make the unexpected choices now? Who is brave enough to face Negan by himself? Who will be a big brother to Judith and who will be by Enid’s side to stop her from doing anything reckless? Man, the more I keep thinking about it, the sadder his death gets. He saw a future when no one else did, he could’ve made it work somehow but we all know how it’s going to end up. We all know that Negan’s only going to be as good in our dreams and that the life Carl wishes is never going to happen. And that Rick knows for certain.

Killing is eventual.

And talk about killing then we gotta talk about Morgan because heck, he doesn’t leave even one Savior alive. And it was all because that one person had killed the kid. He was indecisive at first but now he has made up his mind and I don’t think anyone can change that. I like this side of Morgan though he does intimidate the viewers a bit. I do acknowledge Henry’s courage of killing the last Savior standing with them. I think I would’ve done the same thing if I were in his place.

I did think though that they prolonged the episode too much but nevertheless, it was an emotional watch and we finally have to say our goodbyes to Carl Grimes.

Accidents happen, man. And Carl’s death was just another accident.

Rating: 2/5

P.S. I do hope they don’t prolong Negan’s war because being completely honest, I’m getting bored by his villainism. I want him dead in this season because I can’t bear to watch another season with him in it. No offence to all those Negan lovers.


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