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Crying feels like the right thing to do It just does. I'm not sure if they would be tears of joy or the sad kind For a thing that once was or for one that will never be But all the same I want to cry Then I think of tomorrow and how my eyes would be red and puffy. And how nosy Nora will pry till I'm forced to lie again. I want to cry long slow tears. The slow free kind that cat-roll down one's cheeks because they are not coerced by events that have occurred but by mere thoughts. 'Mere' makes it sound meager, but it's not. There isn't much worse than uncertainty I tell you (well there's the lack of options) But uncertainty is a pig. A big fat pig rolling around in one's mind. Rolling around doing it's haphazard dance because of what could either have been a satisfying meal or one that it knows will constipate it. But then until the dance ceases, you'll be left to wonder. And even when I know crying won't solve anything,

As written on 15/01/2014 (Re-published on 17/09/2015): After a really interesting human sexuality lecture, I wrote this post as a teenager who asked his parents what sex was like when they were growing up. Most of the words are written the way I understood what my prof was saying, please feel free to 'comment' any modification to this. Because someone read this post and had a very strong and unanticipated negative reaction to it, here's my disclaimer: I found this to be an interesting historical bit, it's from some time in the 60s (I think). I viewed it as an educational and historical reading. I am quite comfortable talking about unconventional topics. There was no spirit guiding me to see the words as something to apply to my life, as the Holy Spirit does  when a Christian reads the Bible. The post is really not that deep, but if sex behaviours across cultures isn't your topic, feel  free to skip this and browse through the rest of my blog. Even though I'v

Day 4 did not apply to me, so I skipped it. Day 5 was new years day (which is a pubic holiday) so here I am with Day 5 on Day 6. Day 5 was a bit hard! I couldn't decide which three were my best by how popular they were. So I'm going with the three I had the most fun writing, which also turned out to be quite popular. 1) Blink -  Blink was a rant-like poem. The technical term would be "Freestyle". I really like writing unconstrained by form or rhyming patterns. It was inspired by a loss, a loved one's loss, not mine. From the lyrics of the poem, you can probably tell what it's about. I'm young enough not to have lost anyone really close to me, so this was my first real encounter with death. It made me think about my own looming death and how powerless I am to it. Enough of that already, please check it out here . 2) Hey Lil Troublemaker - I loved writing this blogpost! It's the quickest blogpost I've ever written and it was so fun to writ