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Morning Person

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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 and An Awkward Motherhood

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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…

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When You Marry Yourself a Man-Child

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…

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

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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Laid Open, Dissected

Picture by Warren Wong

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…

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

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…

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First and Foremost They say you should find something that sets your soul on fire Baby, instead of setting your soul on fire, find something that heals…

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I am a Victim of Overly-Romanticized Natural Birth

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…

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Arrival I’m a church roof with leaks in its corners, my wail is washed with the sound of rain, the end of the monsoon…

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The Science Behind Time and Motherhood There’s no science to it; just don’t I can’t believe how many times I got asked already about when’s the baby coming out.

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Just a day ago, a favorite local singer that I grew up watching did a series of an Instagram story of a whole lot of questions about feminism and how she didn’t identify as one. Honestly, I read her statements and it was a big question mark for me too. I grew up not being exposed to all of the disparate aspects of gender equality, except for one woman who fought with her minds and correspondence…

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Do You Have These Middle Class’ Creeping Thoughts? The sickness of being calculative to be perceived a certain way For many of us who have settled down and built a semi-permanent home called family, money is both an object of trouble and breakthrough.

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Another Mistress Blaming Game

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…

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Why is Everything Pulling Women to Looking Good Instead of Feeling Good? In every damn direction The other day, when I was cooking and dripping with sweats, my husband just made a random, supposedly-joking comment about me.

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How Many of These Old Wives Tale Are Still Relevant Today? Includes a visit to old motherhood myths as well. Tell us your thoughts! Without further a due.

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I Quit Trying to Make My Spouse Involved in House Work Thanks to “I do things because I want to, not because I should” There’s nothing more empowering than the moment you realize everything is entirely up to you.

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Secret Club This is a fleeting thought I had when you were inside me To be honest, I had a lot, but this one sticks the most…