Writing I want to be a writer, But the words escape me. I even considered attending creative writing classes Or buying creative writing for dummies. I did browse through "tips for aspiring authors" on Green's website Thinking chick lit might just be the thing to start with. And yet, I'm still waiting to be unstuck Should inspiration suddenly strike? Or is writing a couple of lines a day the key? Maybe I should do as the others say, And write about what I know. Until I have the answers I will continue plodding through my reading list, Trying to glean hidden meaning in between the pages Of books written by genius

Survival requires adaptation. So states Darwin's theory of evolution. This then marks my feeble attempts at conforming to rules established long before I came here. It's like running before I ever learned how to walk. And so I continue to hang in the balance praying for perpetual enlightenment.

Algebra I have long been used to goodbyes. Or so I thought. And yet I was surprised to feel more than a pinch of sadness when the person I consider as my second father has left for an extended holiday. Tears were on their way, until my sister came and asked for help with homework. I tell you, my tears went in reverse at the sight of those factorials.