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Call it old-fashion, but there’s nothing quite like the feel of a newspaper. The smell of it. The crinkle of it in your hand. The ability to express oneself in a published medium. It offers so much – from news to business to an array of opinions. For some, it is the main source of … Continue reading
For the last week, I have been struggling to write something about turning 20. It’s not that I don’t know what to say. When one turns 1/5 of a century, they want to say everything in the world. At the same time, they want the clocks to stop ticking, they want to see their aspirations … Continue reading
Education, and the ideal upon which it is built, has failed. With climbing tuition fees, ever-increasing class sizes, and overwhelmingly high graduate unemployment rates, it seems students have been forgotten in the educational standard. This is not to say the system upon which education is built is unsuccessful, however. It works exceptionally well. Proficient even. … Continue reading
The following was written when I did not know how to write, to know, or to properly follow useless activism. * I’ll admit it. I’m ignorant of a lot of things that go around in the world. I cannot say I have known war. I cannot say I have ever known overwhelming suffering. Unlike so … Continue reading
The bed covers curled away from Vaughn’s fingertips as he awoke to the sounds of Bach. Yesterday it was Beethoven. The day before, it was Mozart. Today, though, he knew that the symphonies crashing through his window could only mean one thing. Today was the Day of Celebration. Vaughn stretched himself away from the warmth … Continue reading
I’m drunk. Maybe that’s not the best way to begin a post, and perhaps it is a forewarning of what is to come more than anything else, but there is no other way to say it. Apparently the first part of discovering one self is acceptance. So I’m accepting what I am and what I … Continue reading
I wrote these words once long ago. They date back to the beginning of time when a boy was foolish enough to believe in anything but himself, when love was a four letter word that was perched onto lips but never spoken, and when pains in his chest were the best parts of living. * … Continue reading
This Valentine’s Day, save the chocolate, burn the roses and stop the cheesy love poems. Such sentimentalities won’t foster a loving relationship because love is not some innate, abstract emotional response. It’s just chemistry. Before I explain further, let me dissuade any possible illusions. No my heart wasn’t bitterly broken nor am I of the … Continue reading
Unfortunately, I’m employed. Now this isn’t inherently bad. I mean, I do make money. But because I am employed, I have to invest time into other “works”. Here is one such work. It is the fruit of my collective labour, along with reporting done by writers much more gifted than myself. http://thesilmsupresidentials.wordpress.com/2012/01/27/the-good-and-the-bad/ While the criticism … Continue reading
I once tried to write a love poem, But I couldn’t remember how it started. So instead I wrote on a bathroom wall: Love is sexist, It doesn’t treat women right at all. * Her hair tickled the back of his hand as he lay there pretending to snore. She was already well asleep, caught … Continue reading
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