I’ve revelled in the nostalgic pull of Spotify Wrapped in 2025. Music has always played a significant role in my life, despite having little to no talent for it. And I’ve found it somewhat ironic that I studied audio production in my tertiary years. I’m thankful to God for the wonders of music and theContinue reading “Arrhythmia and Joy on the Floor”
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Sink or Swim
The life of a creative is comical, cathartic, and chronically chaotic. Oftentimes, I wonder whether there’s a way out of this kind of life. No two days are the same. Mondays are always novel—there is something to look forward to after slow Sunday afternoons, and there is little dread in the trepidation of thinking aboutContinue reading “Sink or Swim”
Silliness in the Sun
I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
Early Night
Tonight, I have chosen to retire rather early. I now sit in my little box—this hole-in-the-wall I shall call my home for two nights—and reflect on this long day. A long journey of much waiting, but also of many gifts and unplanned stops. I didn’t realise the bus would make stops along the way forContinue reading “Early Night”
Sunshine and Summer Days
Isn’t it funny how brightly the sun seems to shine even on days you feel close to death? Make no mistake, I am remarkably overjoyed to have spent this weekend celebrating a momentous occasion—and perhaps even more time preparing for a bride and bridegroom through the throes of early-morning flower market runs, the monotony ofContinue reading “Sunshine and Summer Days”
Light a Spark
I envy the men who can be gentle with their words and still have the privilege of being heard. You were given grace. And somehow, you have commanded respect from your peers, not needing to rely on aggression. Never needing to repeat yourself, and never having to justify every idea to them. I envy you.Continue reading “Light a Spark”
The Language of Consequences
It was just a mistake. I never should have done that to you. In what world would that ever be considered a proper apology? The world is watching you, you traitor. And I wonder how you would feel being compared to your father, brother, or any other role model. Would you turn up your faceContinue reading “The Language of Consequences”
Season of Daffodils
During the season of daffodils, when October fast approaches, the squeeze of deadlines has tightened its grip on me. Everything is happening in October. And the biggest one weighing on my mind is my closest friend’s wedding. If it wasn’t enough to be stressed about my own deadlines and failures, I’ve decidedly become stressed forContinue reading “Season of Daffodils”
Last Laugh
Is it a normal response to wish ill will on the people who have wronged you? I used to think that immoral satisfaction in seeing people struggle was normal. After making jests at my expense or choosing to not heed my warning, it was indeed the irony that made such situations humorous. And in myContinue reading “Last Laugh”
Unreliable
When people let you down in a lengthy string of offences, it’s difficult to rely on them when you need help. In the past few months, I’ve been spread out so thinly—a consequence of distractions and misplaced priorities, no doubt. There were weeks of bodily stress manifesting in an onslaught of ulcers in my mouth,Continue reading “Unreliable”
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