Thus do I render from brilliant exemplar In sweet meter to cheer Troubled hearts with light Ever commending the way to life serendipitous The measure of unmeaning The excellent virtuous meant The ground of becoming Formed in subtle sign Seeing and unseen Said and unsaid This re-view is composed That it be a pusaka It […]Read more "A Meaning of that Dream: A Re-Seeing"
It takes a long time to become anything; it takes even longer to become yourself. Sometimes you must first be consumed: eaten and chewed and spat out. And then, if you are un/lucky, you are scooped out. Your seed coat is peeled and scratched off. And then for weeks and months – nothing happens. For […]Read more "An Avocado Reminder"
I almost did not write this entry. The inspiration for this piece started out simply enough: a friend sharing her experience with being the best she could be, and how that quite nearly drove her crazy. The quest to achieve a goal never stopped. It simply became an obsession with wanting to do better, because […]Read more "Other Perfections"
Dear Rz, life is going to suck. You’re 16 now, and being in Secondary Four, you think you’ve reached the top of the Food Chain. So it’s all very hard to imagine that life will go downhill from here on. You feel like you’re at the prime of your life. All you feel is a bright, […]Read more "Letter to My Past Future Past"
The road less traveled is a lie. If you are reading this, you are either a humanities student yourself, or you came here to gloat and to confirm what you’ve always suspected about those students who have too much time on their hands, doing their “readings”. Or maybe not, since binaries are always so deceptive. […]Read more "The Hopelessness of a Humanities Education"
Your grief will never go away. A moment: an hour, a week, a month, a year, a decade. Time passes. You think it gets better. You climb up mountains full of knives and stacked with ghosts, and you think, there I’ve made it. You think you’ve conquered the grief, wrestled the demon and broken its […]Read more "Monsters"
So why do you like her? Obvious as it sounds this was a question that used to stump me quite a good bit whenever I was in a relationship. I remember the earliest answer I generated, when someone asked me this question about my first girlfriend. With nearly a decade since of hindsight, I realise […]Read more "Songs & Sentences"