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”
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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”
Half Moon
As I cast my eyes on the sky, searching for that soft and familiar glow of the moon, I sighed a breath of relief. I fondly recalled feelings of marvel in my admiration of the stars. Like a small heartbeat of hope, my chest longed for the same physical nostalgia of dreaming about the future…Continue reading “Half Moon”
It’s Well-Worn but Worn Out
I thought I’d be wearing that sweater until its seams gave out and the material wasted away. Instead, I threw it back in the face of the one who had nonchalantly gifted it to me in the first place. I’ve been feeling a little worse for wear lately. Though, I suppose that it’s nothing newContinue reading “It’s Well-Worn but Worn Out”
First
It’s a little strange reflecting on firsts, When thinking about lost seconds, With the boy that came before the third. My mind goes through the broken promises; The unrealised dreams, big and small; And the small lies that turned into great whites. I wish I could say the secrets weren’t a first—That they didn’t turnContinue reading “First”
Different Kind of Hurt
My friends joke I have too many hobbies, Small loves of chasing after umami delights, The high of scaling new heights, The tactile feel of poker chips and gambling thrills, The rush of frosty winds on snowy hills, The immersion into creative stories, Open-world games filling my inventories, Endless fascination with God’s vibrant landscapes, AndContinue reading “Different Kind of Hurt”
You’re a leader
There is a phrase I’ve been hearing a lot lately. I’m not sure when it began – sometime this year, I noticed a strange pattern. In my experience, it isn’t uncommon for someone to ask my opinion on a matter, and that’s what people have been doing. It often comes after some sort of discussionContinue reading “You’re a leader”
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