• my day

    Do you remember when we used to write down every single detail of our day, not caring who would read our words? Just typing, typing, typing. When blogging meant an online diary of sorts, chronicling crush sightings, everything you ate, and what songs you’ve obsessively been playing over and over. These days, there are more

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  • Same but different

    There are billions of people in the world and no two are the same. Isn’t that amazing? You are made from the same cloth: flesh, skin, bone, but you couldn’t be more different from each other. And every day, you meet people who challenge you, make you think, keep you on your toes, and sometimes,

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  • On Being Original

    In a world where there are billions of people churning out great ideas every day, it’s very difficult to be original. I remember as a kid, whenever I saw someone’s nice handwriting, my penmanship would somehow morph into something that looked like that style. It wasn’t something I did deliberately, I think. Maybe I just

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  • Dearest Mommy

    I would like to spend a day,sitting beside you on your bed.We can watch TV or just sleeptogether. We don’t need to speakor even touch. All I needis some time to bewith you, here and now.I’ll tell you about howthere was a boy and nowthere’s a girl I fell in lovewith. She’s tiny and beautifuland

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