An Ode to the Bands that Shaped Me

Maybe this is completely cliché and stereotypical that in my early teen years I went through a serious pop punk phase with bands like Fall Out Boy and Simple Plan at the helm. I genuinely loved them because I felt their music, whatever they put into their songs, it was real to me. Part of me want to blame the intense emo lyrics for all my breakdowns during this period, butmy life and I had something to do with it too. The music simply helped me address it.

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“We’re the new face of failure. Prettier and younger but not any better off. Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best” Continue reading “An Ode to the Bands that Shaped Me”

What I Want to Read: 2017 Edition

So the new year is upon us, la-dee-dah. And as I am trying to figure out what to do with myself, I keep coming across books that I say I’m going to read. Then I start rearranging the order in my head saying things like “Okay, When I finish this one I’ll read the one I just bought, then I will read the one I got last week, but don’t forget you have to try that other book from your friend.” It goes on and on after that.  Continue reading “What I Want to Read: 2017 Edition”

How I Like to read: E-reader Vs Books

Technology is awesome. I would be a sloth without it, or maybe I am a sloth because of it. Ugh! That’s probably one of those Chicken and Egg paradoxes. However, there are certain things tech can’t get rid of.  For me, that’s physical copies of books. I love me a paperback book. Even hardcovers are pretty good, though I have fewer of those.  Maybe I’m being a retro 90’s kid or maybe it’s just my nerdy self but libraries, book shops, and music stores make me happy.

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The Silent Protest

This a couple months late, I apologise for that but I really wanted to put it up.

She shouldn’t have to feel like it’s her fault. It shouldn’t be her secret to keep. She was just a child, and you were supposed to be taking care of her. But you took advantage of the vulnerability, the trust they placed in your hands. This should be your shame, your guilt. Not hers. Yet she’s the one hurting. The one silenced by what the world will see her as. Silenced to mistrust everyone because you broke her, and society allowed you to. 

How tragic is it that at age 5, she already knew her place as inferior? How unfair it was to strip her of the innocence of youth, and yet force her to carry the weight of covering it up.

If she’s lucky she can bury it so far down, that she can go days, weeks, feeling normal, pretending it never happened. But in the dark corridors, when whispers of similar tragedies circulate, the pain resurfaces. But how?! How can we let this keep happening?

It’s our fault that she feels so powerless. Her tragedy goes unrecorded, so we go on unaffected. Yet thousands like her go on hurting.

It’s time to give them back their voice, their power.

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