“Those were six good years?” (Those were six good years.)

I think adulthood – or is it maturity? – is when one is able to speak of a particular chapter, instance, moment from one’s past with tranquility and ease. That moment of clarity is understood when one is able to speak, at last, of an emotionally pivotal and significant period without any tremble or quiver in one’s voice. This … More “Those were six good years?” (Those were six good years.)

misfit, part II.

There was a colleague who, when I asked him why he left his ‘very lucrative and interesting’ first job years ago, hesitated and pondered for long seconds before answering, “Tak kena dengan jiwa” (Lit. Didn’t jive with my soul). He clarified that there was nothing wrong with the work and the place, but… he shook … More misfit, part II.

misfit.

i. Yesterday my Eldest Bro spoke to me – over the phone, because he is awesome like that (he calls) – about personal integrity and reminded me, in his eldest brother way, not to give it up. That perhaps a place has its own values, good ones even – they’re simply not one-size-fits-all. One decides then … More misfit.

passing youth.

I often forget that I’m turning twenty-six and have for a few years now been a full-fledged adult. When I look at others moving forward with their lives, opening and starting new chapters – I wonder why I always feel rooted to particular points in time; forever neither here nor there. When I catch others in … More passing youth.

“So I held my tongue today and owned up to my past-“

A story from last Friday: Today a colleague, yet another one, asked, “Did you go to Stanford?” “Huh?” I peeled my eyes away from my monitor, distracted, only to notice, like he must have, my Stanford Engineering mug. “Oh,” I replied properly this time. I found myself about to add on an annoyingly familiar sentence … More “So I held my tongue today and owned up to my past-“