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
Bringing this back (without the colorful fonts…) because this one is golden. Personally believe I will forever ever ever remember this little story (I retell it often) for the wisdom between the lines and the reminder of the gift that Eldest Sis is in my life. i. Once, in a public speaking class I took … More revisiting ‘the problem of perception’.
“When I’m writing the way I want, the way I love, which is without thinking about what I’m writing, a strange thing happens: I feel simultaneously the most myself I could possibly be, and at the same time totally relieved of self. I become, I guess, a version of myself that isn’t filtered through the … More “-but she is there, waiting, in the dark.”
I confess that I often wonder if I am a no-fun kind of person – especially when I find myself having to talk myself (every damn time) to attend large-scale and/or networking events. I would always go (and hate myself for always end up going) only to constantly feel out of place no matter the … More the writer.
“What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped … More “One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background.”
“How much of my mother has my mother left in me? How much of my love will be insane to some degree? And what about this feeling that I’m never good enough? Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?” — John Mayer, In the Blood