Never write for anyone, always write for someone

While browsing through Netflix today, I came across a wacky Netflix original movie called “Girlfriend’s Day.”  It’s the story of a greeting card writer who suffered from a divorce and lost his touch.  In the midst of it, he then lost his job and somehow got involved in a murder all because Girlfriend’s Day became an official holiday.  The one thing I got out of the movie was this beautiful quote, “Never write for anyone, always write for someone.”  It really resonated with me as a writer and definitely applies to greeting cards and poetry.

edding Greeting Cards

Sharing Ideas

I found this short, random poem in my notebook that I jotted down about 2 years ago.  It seemed complete, within itself, so I finally found the perfect title for it.

Sharing Ideas

I am the racket,
you are the wall.
Together, we practice

image from Google


I haven’t been writing much these days, so in order to inspire myself to pick up a pen and write, I have decided to spend some time with The Poet’s Companion.  If you haven’t heard of this book, I highly recommend that you check it out.  It was a book that I bought for a college poetry class and it teaches you different writing techniques, and at the end of each chapter, it provides you with a list of writing exercises.  Every time you revisit the book, you are bound to write something new, as your thoughts, experiences and perspectives will change over time 🙂

I read the first chapter yesterday and did the first exercise, which was to list out memorable events from your life (big or small) and write a poem about it.  I ended up with this poem.


They run in a frenzy
from the cement to the grass,
from the grass to the cement.

A blur of black and white rushes
past you as fur brushes
against your leg.

Paw scrapes against cement.
You see a tuft of cotton
in his canine mouth.
Your heart skips
a beat.

Snow white fur,
no signs of blood,
but could he?
Would he…
take a life?

The chase continues –
Happy inches away,
just inches away,
from Hopper.

Hopper collapses
in the wet grass.

Happy pounces…
his two front paws,
a mix of brown and black
over Hopper’s white body.

Content at his victory,
he simply lies there,
listening to the bird’s chirp.

The wind rustles their hair.
What a beautiful day…
with a frienemy.

Writing Workshop

I attended a writing workshop at the Burning Tale recently and had a great time.  We did some exercises and then listened to mysterious poetry in the dark of the night.

Here are a few fun pieces that I wrote during the workshop.  I hope you enjoy them! 🙂

Short, Short Story

The egg rolls were twitching and screaming as they were lowered into the sizzling pan of oil.  They wanted to remain uncooked and uneaten, forever smelling like dough.  But alas, they have turned into a crispy, golden brown, no longer twitching, but still.


Lusting for egg rolls
while writing ’bout memories
in a studio.

How to Make a Bridal Veil – The Creative Way

  1. Browse veils and notice how ridiculously expensive they are at the bridal shops
  2. Fall in love with a fabric at Jo-Ann’s
  3. Watch youtube videos to gauge the skill level required: (like this and this)
  4. Believe in your own talent
  5. Purchase the fabric and comb for $15
  6. Measure yourself for the desired length
  7. Cut the fabric, fold the fabric, cut again
  8. Wind a strip of fabric around the comb
  9. Sew the first layer and mess up a little
  10. Sew the second layer to cover up  your first layer
  11. Two hours later – there is glitter all over the floor
  12. $15 spent and you get a beautiful veil made by yours truly


Tips for Writing

I came across a quote that a friend posted on Facebook today and thought it was a really cool analogy for writing.

Writing is a muscle. Smaller than a hamstring and slightly bigger than a bicep, and it needs to be exercised to get stronger. Think of your words as reps, your paragraphs as sets, your pages as daily workouts. Think of your laptop as a machine like the one at the gym where you open and close your inner thighs in front of everyone, exposing both your insecurities and your genitals. Because that is what writing is all about.

To read the entire guide to writing, check out this post:

My Relationship with TF

Broken Up
– image from Google

I typically don’t open up my heart to discuss my relationships, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest.  Over the past two months, I have been in an unhealthy on and off relationship with a man named TF.  He’s ugly, he makes me ill and he oppresses me. I hope you never have to meet him or be involved with him. Yes, I’m selfish, I don’t want to share.

My mom had introduced us, brought him into our house.  He had a scratchy voice and a depressingly dark aura.  I felt a little sorry for him, but I definitely didn’t want to be involved.  Yet somehow, he became attached to me and visited me every day.  He kissed me on the lips, on the throat, on the chest.  He made me hot, sweaty and feverish.  I wanted to push him away, but I couldn’t stop him and I couldn’t stop myself.  Even when I went out, he tagged along and made me miserable.  I would often stay at home with him and skip out on hanging with friends, doing exercise, or going to poetry events.  I even worked from home to satisfy his needs, telling everyone I was ill.  He oppressed me and suppressed me.  I hated him.  I fought with him, I struggled with him and pushed him away.  I was happy to be myself again.

That was in December.  He came back in January and did the exact same thing.  God, he is so ugly, I hate him!  He won’t leave me alone!  I learned some Chinese magic to counter his Dark Arts and then he left, but not for good.  He came back again in the Lunar New Year as if to haunt me and taunt me and my Chinese magic.  This time, he did it with full force and took away my voice.  I could not talk for 2 days.  Oppression, suppression, depression, he was the mastermind who kept me in bed with him all day long as he played with my chest from the inside.  I whimpered in pain and sadness.  I felt dirty and sick.  I wanted to spit all over him, but instead I could only cough at my bedside.  I was determined to break free from his grasp, once and for all.  I poisoned him with Mucinex and he started to dissipated, little by little.  I did not want to leave any memory of him behind, as I spit all his colorful gifts of green, yellow and brown mucus down the drain.  Pretty soon, he will be long gone and forgotten and my days of darkness will be over.

February 20, 2015 – I am breaking up with The Flu.