I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
Continue reading ➞ From an Airport
I never really considered myself an honest person.
I’ve been thinking about the traits I was proud of when I was younger. The ability to lie convincingly and without shame was one of them. Obviously, it isn’t exactly something someone should be proud of, but I was a good liar and it protected me. So yes, I was proud.
Continue reading ➞ Thoughts on Honesty
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I’ve been writing this blog for three years now and you guys have been following, either from the beginning or just recently, and I love you all for it. Without each and everyone one of you, I’d feel like I was screaming into the abyss. So as a token of my appreciation, I decided I’d hold my first ever giveaway.
Continue reading ➞ GIVEAWAY! Yay!
Sometimes I just want to scream. Canada, great as it is, feels like it’s closing in on me, sucking me in. It’s a black hole that I got too close to, and have now fallen in with no hope of escape.
Continue reading ➞ Canada
As I did last year, to celebrate this blog’s birthday, here is a compilation of notable posts from over the past year.
Continue reading ➞ Precarious Writer 2nd Anniversary
I broke a record last month: The fewest blog posts posted in a single month since I started. It was two. Pitiful.
Continue reading ➞ Re-Introducing Myself
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.
Continue reading ➞ Autumn
A parody of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien mixed with 1960s America. Enjoy.
Source: The Hobbette
The Calgary Stampede kicked off this morning with the annual parade, and while I didn’t officially go, I did have to cross the crowds, and closed-off, horse-poop-laden streets to get to work this morning.
Continue reading ➞ Stories and Stuff