There is a whole other, strange world within the world that we know, but you don’t even have to step onto Platform 9 3/4 to get there. Your ticket to this other world is not be fully Caucasian. If you look like you are of Asian descent, you will be included in the festivities and customs… Continue reading Filthy little Mudblood
Now for my first act, I will try to talk about my life in a way that could sound exciting to another human being. Everything is painfully mental. You experience a life event and though it is happening before your eyes, you really are experiencing it in your noggin. At least I am. I am… Continue reading Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…
Oh engineering paper, why Do you disappear in the infinite sky? I need you everyday And the cost of you is very high. I long to draw on your criss-crossed symmetric lines So that maybe I could achieve symmetry without eating too much time. But I lose you. Like everything else I hold dear. Amnesia… Continue reading A poem
Sundays tend to be the best days to write. Sundays are mainly a day of nap intervals. Sundays contribute to bad eating habits. Sundays lend an excuse to watch the tube. [Parks and Recreation, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, the Office, etc. ] Sundays are mainly a day of nap intervals. Once Sunday is over,… Continue reading D I M A N C H E
“Girls your age, never mean what they say. I got a renegade heart and it’s screaming his name. But then it beats like you’ve got time to kill. Baby, don’t go jump the gun. Live fast while you’re young, honey. Don’t go chasing love. “ This song by Transviolet has been stuck in my head for… Continue reading Girls your age
No no. Not quite malnourished. My thickness will tell you otherwise. It is mainly my breasts. I could write about my boobs for days. I somehow got blessed with very large boobies. Breasts, boobs, boobies. I was a C in high school, DDD during and after pregnancy. Now… about a DD. I hate them. Like… Continue reading Malnourished and sleep deprived.
It has been an eternity since I have written. 16 days to be exact. It has taken some time to feel at home and in place again…to get back into mom, college, work grind. The single thought that bothers me daily is how much I am not a mother. My environment and circumstances have never… Continue reading The complexity of one thought.