by Ricky | May 6, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
Fat girls are super gorgeous. They’re like squishy pink balloons, shiny and glimmering, soft, delicate, and adorable. Your only desire is to protect and squeeze; hoping that she never gets hurt with a pop. When she cries, all you want is to kiss her tummy and look...
by Ricky | May 5, 2015 | Duchenne
I used to say that I’d rather be dead than to lose my eating abilities. I’ve lasted for such a long time, more than most with DMD. However, nowadays, I’m having much difficulty swallowing Jell-O, the supposed “assistant” for getting rid of food jams. Cooking shows...
by Ricky | May 3, 2015 | Duchenne
Facing death: what does it mean? You’re probably thinking a lot of tears and hugging, and you’re right. It is a very emotional dilemma. However, coming to terms with leaving this world is a complicated process – a roller coaster ride that includes no mercy. Dad...
by Ricky | May 2, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear You, As their bodies collided in dance and song to music that kissed the air, I watched on from a distant afar, wondering. Enveloped within the artificial moonlight, its illumination was breathed upon by silence. Curtains painted with beautiful people unveiled,...
by Ricky | May 1, 2015 | This is My Life
What is hope? I learned it at a very young age from my loving family, no doubt. Prior to becoming a motorized madman, I started off as a running madman. Grandma used to chase my little butt around the house just to feed another bite, but fortunately, my family never...
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