When I was a kid, my dad traveled a lot for work. I thought it was the coolest thing on earth. I didn’t care for what they would do all day. All I saw, was him get on a plane, see different roads (that probably don’t have traffic), street lights that work, big snowy mountains,…… Continue reading Landed Safely.
I was really having a sad-moody day today and I found healing in two ways. One, was some good ‘ol (new) Daniel Caesar, and Two, Running (Jogging really but let me feel athletic just for today sawa?). I know, I know you must be thinking running? Running to go get food ama? No, no, I…… Continue reading 28 minutes
It’s half past seven pm. now. I’m in bed with a stained pinky, trying to sketch a sketchy piece for election day. My back feels like breaking, and no it’s not solely because of standing in the lines for a long time. Since my househelp decided to stage a dramatic walk out (which I missed…… Continue reading Of Polling stations
When Lynn, my sister, and I were kids, we were the type of kids that knew every song that came on the radio by heart. My father, had a brown or grey (my mom and I argued about this for years) Toyota corolla, that I loved with all my heart.I always felt like I was…… Continue reading Let’s sing a song.
I remember when I turned eighteen, I felt old. Not mature, not like an adult, just plain old. Prior to the day, I always thought that whenever you turned either eighteen, or twenty one your skin definitely droops a bit. You get a wrinkle. I kind of still believe so. You see in a few…… Continue reading Home made Slime.
I was standing at the back side of the house, looking at the sky. It had this wonderful deep intimidating purple that was screaming, Bold and Majestic! And the scattered tufts of cloud floated by paying no mind to the sky. Then, I remembered the first time I saw a shooting star. It was in…… Continue reading Shooting stars
Once upon a time, taking long showers while listening to Boyz II Men and singing along was more therapeutic than sitting down with a shrink. These days, it just doesn’t cut it. I love how in the shower, I can come up with a thousand ideas for a million blog posts yet once I am…… Continue reading Late night showers