P-chan's messy head
No, this is not a prayer, neither a cry for help nor mercy, but a simple conversation where you don’t have to say a thing (as you never do anyway). You probably remember me praying to you at the age of twelve or thirteen, when I was disillusioned, searching for my identity and purpose that Read More …
I’m at Foyle’s café, sitting on an uncomfortable high chair, facing Chipotle. I fancy a burrito, but I’m not in eating mode. I bought three DVDs. Numbing my little hunger with chamomile tea to calm my stomach from today’s stress and unhealthy food. My bra is too tight; I can’t breathe. What was I even Read More …
Given that Canada has a continental climate, the ground heats up and cools down quicker than a country dominated by the maritime climate. What I am trying to say is that earth is more capable of stability than water. The water here around me stirs my fellow people’s moods and emotions. Sometimes it drags them Read More …
In a way, that’s not me, but moreover, if I don’t give it a try, I will never be anywhere close to who I am. Somewhere in a Bryan Adams song, he says, “Try everything twice,” and so I will. I have no room to accommodate sleep lately, which is not too bad. It gives Read More …
The only time I’ve been writing was by hand in my black book. That’s when I don’t make an effort to build coherence within paragraphs. Call it a stream of consciousness. So, not having updated my blog within a month is a bad sign. I had nothing to say to you, not even to myself Read More …