Today was the last day, and the countdown to the end was fast and bittersweet. As I sit in the train, on the way home after 10 hours of volunteering for the last day, I looked back at the past 2 months even though my exhaustion was clouding my thoughts. Who knew that the ideals … Continue reading Nostalgia after the exhibition ends
Words can be such complex beings, but I really love words, and I appreciate how weird words are too! I was thinking about something to write about, and I so I thought "Why not share about my thoughts on words?" Starting on a lighter note, I think we've all had moments where we don't know … Continue reading A confession for words and books
Go faster than your brain- fasterfasterfaster STOP the train of thought before it arrives at your platform, a thought as sticky as slime, a starfish that wouldn't budge. Thoughts that have grown in your garden Sometimes we have more weeds than flowers. I say keep the weeds. Whoever you are, whether your ratio of weed to … Continue reading The mind
So I couldn't keep to the 20-week timeline, but I'm still reading! Hehe. Demian, Demian. Where do I start? I was pulled into the protagonist's mind the moment I started reading the book. I love the many layers and philosophical elements that the author has weaved into this work of art. The themes that I … Continue reading Book #3: Demian by Hermann Hesse
No, this isn't about body image. This, is about what my body feels like to me. Literally. Recently, I've realised that I need to compartmentalise my brain so that I wouldn't go half-crazy all the time with my head in the clouds or answering some question about life and trying to function in the real … Continue reading Qn #1: What does my body feel like to me?
I go to the extreme ends of the train most of the time to have a space to sit and breathing space. If you do this, I feel you deeply. If your head hurts from looking at the screen the whole day and your eyes are stretched thin like bubblegum, it makes sense to be … Continue reading Train thoughts
Just needed to sort out my thoughts and get this off my chest. It was a plain old Monday morning and my parents have gone to work. Only my uncle and I were at home. He was cooking his instant noodles, and I've just woken up. We exchanged our greetings and out of the blue … Continue reading My uncle.
The adult you comes from a place of wisdom. It is not a cover up of the little baby soap within you, it is not a lost of frivolity and sun-kissed freckles you love. While the child within is shaped by an imperfect other, the adult grows and is watered with wisdom and love. Being … Continue reading The adult and child within you
I know you know, Summer hat of yours indoors Cover greys. I know you know Why you leave notes on my shifts Like rotten water that splashes onto my white shirt Baking a familiar scent. I know you know Loneliness has been flowers galore For though they've spoken your heart They cannot speak to your … Continue reading Joey, the aunty who works at the flower shop
What the title says. What happened was something so petty yet so familiar I couldn't help but feel pretty upset/anxious/annoyed/done with it. My mom apparently said something along the lines of "Oh, when are you gonna have a child!" to our neighbours who're married but haven't had a child in years. This is what my … Continue reading My parents had a petty spat tonight.