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
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
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.
What's the hardest thing to accept? Myself. Being like this. If my thorns show up the most to the people who are the closest to me, how do I accept it? If I've only seen the rosy petals of my own and never the thorns that come along with the stem supporting my every move … Continue reading When I rear my ugly thorns
If I don't write this down now and sear it into my memory, I will never learn. It's because I forget too many of my own flaws too quickly, while I keep track of too many of other people's flaws for a lifetime. This is an open letter to myself. Dear me, It takes years … Continue reading Patience is the key ingredient
Winning isn't everything. Winning an argument doesn't prove anything. Winning a prediction doesn't prove anything. That "Aha! I knew it" moment serves to stroke our egos. The smug look on our faces when we win the battle. So full of ourselves, so happy to see those sad and miserable eyes of our closest ones. Or … Continue reading Winners lose
I think it's very odd how... I finally see how our perceptions disrupt that flow of compassion for ourselves and for other people. I realised what my uncle sees; seeing everyone as hating him and stuff is his own perspective because he was so wrapped up in his own pain. Like thinking that my mother doesn't … Continue reading Perception and love
I'm sad. There's this sadness from her absence... the joy, the connection we used to share when we were together. I felt understood. Safe. Happy? Talking to someone who could dive deep into the depths of my darkest. Now it's all gone again. Perhaps I should learn how to talk to myself more, then I … Continue reading The one who used to fill my heart is now gone
I'm sitting here, on a Saturday afternoon, at a bus stop. Leaning against a concrete pillar, my back takes a break while I soak in the sights and sounds of this quaint little district. Concrete runs in neat horizontal lines and pavements all around me. Beside the pathways, trees are rooted gingerly in the bare … Continue reading Observations on a Saturday afternoon