“You can’t allow the ones you love, to determine how you love.” — Before We Go (2014)
‟When the world is on paper, I’m in love with everywhere. The map says: you are here. You’re home. You will be born again wherever you are breathing.” — Hollie Hefferman, from The Blue Interior
Yesterday evening Eldest Sis (my soul-sister; wisdom whisperer; forever sage) reminded me to walk the middle path, “-and do not succumb to ideals nor…” She paused, grasping air as she attempted to retrieve the right word. “Norm?” I supplied to her. “Ideals and norms,” she repeated in agreement. “Our society’s view is often too monocular – … More the middle path.
Written by yours truly, earlier this month (I promise I’d been meaning to share): I confess that sometimes I have a feeling I will find myself at thirty still alone. By that I also mean, very much an independent party-of-one. I remember until now the puzzled expression of a friend in grad school who, when I told … More “I am myself with myself-“
A timeless, relatable piece by Third Sis, written years ago, unearthed (yet again) this morning; “I feared disappearing from the liberation I’d gained abroad. I feared that my personal metamorphosis or whatever freedom of the soul I’d achieved when I was alone, away from the expectations and noise from my immediate world, would be taken … More “I feared disappearing from the liberation I’d gained abroad.”
Yesterday afternoon I took Dad out for an ice-kacang date – I’m a true blue Malaysian, after all – and while discussing about our upcoming trip to London and Edinburgh in September, we also spoke about our respective 6-8 years in America. He spoke of the scenic drive when recalling the bus ride he took to visit … More My (years in) America.
I have this belief, wayward and ridiculous though it may be, that if I don’t write something down – it doesn’t become Truth. Something isn’t real unless I put them in words. It has now been nearly a-year-and-a-half since the untying of a longstanding, tight knot. I am still unable to write it down, much … More January 11, 2016.
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things … More “The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure-“
Yesterday morning I asked Eldest Sis, a medical doctor herself, whether my housemanship-suffering doctor friends are justified in their outpouring of grief and hatred (negativity, generally) towards this period. I’m of two minds, I told her, every time I come across a status, caption etc. “I can understand realizing it’s just a job – that in … More “Our twenties is an ocean.”
“I wanted to tell her that being loved is a talent too, that it takes as much guts and as much work as loving; that some people, for whatever reason, never learn the knack.” — Tana French, The Likeness