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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...

Yesterday, I promised to finish the story from  Day 2 , so I did that first. So here it is: _______________________________________________________________________ Today wasn't any different from all other Saturdays. My son and I were going grocery shopping and he wanted to sit on my shoulders. I thought more of it as weighted cardio than risky behaviour since it was something we'd done before. Plus we lived on the third floor; it wasn't supposed to be a long trip down. Somewhere between focusing on keeping him balanced on my shoulders and teaching him to say "ma-ma", I missed the snow puddle on the step and slipped. We slipped. Both of us had this fall. I didn't just throw him down the stairs. Why would anyone even think that? I think I should have said "we slipped" right from the first time I told the story rather than I slipped. But the social worker assigned to me didn't believe it. Neither did Mark-  my best friend turned sperm don...

It should have been my take a break day, but my mind doesn't take breaks. Like never. Not even during exams, when all my attention should be focused on recalling all things I've read. So here's a story I thought of on my super long bus ride to Bayshore: ________________________________________________________________________ I was two months into my resolution to take the stairs no matter how high the floor I was headed was. On my son's first birthday, I'd taken the extra moments to look pretty since I knew the day would be photo filled. While deciding what dress was mumily yet sexy enough for the day I realized how far I still was from my pre-pregnancy body. And so I decided to get active all around. My occasional gym visits weren't yielding quick enough results, so I added the stairs and this thing called "clean-eating". Today wasn't any different from all other Saturdays, my son and I were going grocery shopping and he wanted to si...

I honestly need to stop ruining my earphones. I think this is about the 10th pair  to get ruined this year. This time I slept and woke up and it became the manual kind that had to be held at the connection point to get both ears to function. Urgh! It doesn't have anything to do with today's blogpost, but that's how I like to write- with earphones plugged in, playing an old song that I listen to a tad too often. I don't really have a writing project for my blog, but I have one for something else that I'd rather not bore you with. So let's stick with writers blogging about writing. I'd say it's not my style- writing about writing- what I think aims at making others better writers. I'm of the "please just write something I'd like to read" opinion. I guess there are some people who write so well that they get asked to write about writing. But I'm not quite there yet. What I think about writing about writing is that it's kind...

Hey Guys! I found this blogging challenge on hunterswritings.wordpress.com. It has technically passed, but I'm doing it anyway. Being 'forced' to write, in the past, has worked both for and against my writing self. But this time, I'm excited about it. I think it'll help me to (finally) get onto my holiday blogging plan- which was the vague old "blog more". Hope you guys are having a lovely holiday season?! Like salvation wasn't enough of a gift, He had to give us days off school and work too! Thank you Jesus! The other thing is that I have a twitter account for my blog to get more people to see what I post (using the hashtag feature). It also makes it easy to follow other bloggers, and creates more room for some  feedback.  So yeah it's @4pceesblogspot , please check it out and follow me!Thanks! Also, I'm part of the brains behind a Facebook page that encourages creative writing. You know how there are a gazillion pages encouragi...