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When i looked at her, I felt an attraction quite like no other. It wasn't sexual. Though I wouldn't know how that'd be like. It wasn't physical either. I'm not even sure what it was. All I know is, I saw the true meaning of beauty. Well I certainly did not depict it right. Only because I can't paint the picture with words, despite there being 171,476 in existence. That goes to show words are not meant to describe such a phenomenon. Nonetheless, I'm going to try putting it in such a way you'd feel you it too. When I look at the world, I'm pessimistic. But when I looked at her, I forgot about the world. How about that? I closed my eyes, put no thought into it whatsoever & the words came right out, very naturally. Speaking of eyes, have I told you about hers? When my dim, uncomprehending eyes looked in her sparkly ones, I knew I'd spend far too much time trying to write a poem as beautiful them. Yes, I could literally get lost in her eyes, &...

The headlines of some of the celebrity tabloid magazines are preposterous! I’ve been getting my news from the grocery store check out line when I pop in to buy soy milk or an onion or anything that I need only one of. I can't remember when I last bought a copy of the local newspaper. It seems with technology so advanced these days, you kind of wonder why they still put out hardcopies. A few days ago, I followed through with my routine. This time, to get a tomato. Spotted lying next to the newspapers on the metal rack was a copy of 8 Days magazine. The name always confused me. There's only 7 days in a week & i think everybody knows that too. What caught my eye though was the magazine under it, called Tiger Beat. A playfully quaint name. I picked it up & read the front cover. "5 Reasons Ariana Grande Would be the Best BFF Ever!" Adjacent to it was the equally ridiculous 'V' magazine. What the name lacks in imagination, it more than makes up for in headli...

Today is one of the most monumental days in the world. It happens every year. A day comes in march that lifts me into a sky of wonderment, dunks me into a sea of gratitude, & dries me off with the great big automatic hand dryer of humility. My late gramps used to tell every single one of his progeny, "find something you love to do, & make it your living." He posited that if you find a job you love, you'll never work a day in your life. Wise man indeed. I'm sorry I haven't, gramps. I have found it but I haven't managed to make a living out of it. Perhaps I should put a 'yet' at the end of that last sentence. It's funny how no one followed through with his words. But then again, he didn't leave any assets to us when he passed away, on this very day. He never had any. That is probably the reason. He was a simple person. He didn't believe in luxury. He was a man of principle, with morals & ethics. He lived by his own beliefs. I didn...