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The extension of my soul

You are

The littlest ray of sunshine that has made my waking up means something

Be sleepy my soul, for night dust loses its charm when it comes to your rare smile

A quiet dawn of us two, a dance of feeding

Your skin meets my heartbeat

Never skip a beat

Weepy, cuddly fingers, a smell of sweet dew

You cannot tell a story with those eyes, you stole mine…

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My mom is what you would call an awkward mother when it comes to motherhood. I have seen mothers of my friends, and my mom is nothing like them. My mom would tell me to go and find a ride for myself when I was younger and complained a lot if I couldn’t find one, forcing her to pick me up. My mom didn’t cook, and she loved to yell, couldn’t really speak gently, not to…

When You Marry Yourself a Man-Child

Man-child: an immature man

The straightforward explanation when you type “man-child” on Google is as mentioned. Simple and with no further elaboration, sometimes can also be the summary of the man you call husband. He is a simple man, by no means a fool one, just like to do things the simplest way: his way. Which brings us to the point of immaturity.

I’m not saying I married one, but it’s hard to…

Why I Need to Accomplish Something on the Side to Survive Motherhood

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As a wife and probably a mother, there’s one thing we are all guilty of feeling: undeserved. We think that having time to ourselves equals selfishness. We think we must be all in taking care our children and restoring the order of our house, no help the better. When we do open ourselves to help, we are feeling guilty over the fact we might disappoint our kid, our…

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Women are openings

Gate that opens, closes, breaks, rewired all over again

Women are hunting fields

A Scarlet letter of projected persona

Objectified and heavily relied, often forgotten

Women are tongue-tied hurricane

They bury and pile up all they can

“Because someone needs to run the water”

Trading blame game with poetry at the dawn time

Women are escape artists

Oh how…

A full month as a new mom: What I have learned thus far

It’s not always a joyride.

Will I be judged if I say that having a tiny human to take care and keep alive is no easy feat? I constantly on the edge to check on my daughter’s breathing every now and then. When she wheezed, it naturally sent me into a tailspin.

I found out that out of this tiny body, spit ups almost equal to Venti cup size of Starbucks can be produced every single day. It worries…

I am a Victim of Overly-Romanticized Natural Birth

How to cope with the feeling of a failure before motherhood even starts

I am on the verge of losing my mind, or so it feels. I know your first baby sometimes chooses to get out way later than she’s expected to, but it is really hard to just sit tight and wait for the pain that people have been talking about to kick in. Where’s my contraction? I’m tired of every single time I felt something that…

Another Mistress Blaming Game

Another day, another blame game

Here we are, in the wake of #MeToo and #TimesUp, and it is proven to be just another hashtag crazes. I sat down with two women that are not close enough to me that I could call them my friends, just some acquaintances that I happen to meet often due to my every-Wednesday activity in a cafe that hot afternoon. We were all sweating, I especially, from having to…