"I’m a writer not a fighter, but I will fight for my right to write."

“I’m a writer not a fighter, but I will fight for my right to write.”

• Elizabeth Ho

Surely, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. :P

My...

Surely, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. :P

My header for my new love advice blog I’m starting up called, “Tinkering Love and What Of”. Coming soon!

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Going under.

K: haha but she's cute.

Me: She sure is mate!

K: Since when have you started using 'mate'??

Me: Since I started hanging out with an Aussie...

K: Oh. It's all good, just so long as it's not a Brit!

Come back kid.

Patrick recalling a memory..on moms.

Patrick: Who the hell would call their mom a b*tch?

His friend: OH! My mom's a B*TCH!

Patrick: [out of pure curiosity he goes] So...wouldn't that make you a son of a b*tch(?)

"Love is like the cold weather, you can only miss it once it’s gone."

“Love is like the cold weather, you can only miss it once it’s gone.”

• Elizabeth J. Ho

Life is a game.

*In light of the McDonald's monopoly competition to increase profits and heart failure.

5-year old boy: What's this?

Nanny: A chance to win everything.

Boy: What good is that? Someone must have got it already.

Nanny: This is my ticket home, if I get this, I'm not coming back. So don't tell your mommy you had McDonald's, just eat.

"It’s good when you’re young to bang your head against the wall."

“It’s good when you’re young to bang your head against the wall.”

• Dad, during my moments of adversity.

Vicariously speaking.

You’re my devil, you’re my angel

You’re my heaven, you’re my hell

You’re my now, you’re my forever

You’re my freedom, you’re my jail

You’re my lies, you’re my truth

You’re my war, you’re my truce

You’re my questions, you’re my proof

You’re my stress and you’re my masseuse.

Sign?

Lately, my eyesight has been undergoing a slight case of visual impairment.

As a true believer of signs, I can’t help but wonder—am I beginning to lose focus on what’s right in front of me?