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.”
Tonight feels like the kind of (rainy, quiet) night that would be perfect for an old write-up of Third Sis, two years apart from me but a lifetime attuned in terms of general life perspectives. This one was written about 3.5 years ago on March 20, 2012 – same predicament, similar phase in life… the … More The Onionsoul Edition: #1010.
A Sunday like this one, maybe. Five years ago on December 12, 2010, Third Sis wrote this: Life is a little like magic. You wake from a troubled sleep, you rant to a friend in desperation, and just when you think you’re about to spend a whole day, maybe even weeks and months in confusion, … More The Onionsoul Edition: #572.
Feeling a little strange tonight. Feeling like, maybe I just need to get this off my chest; It is often said that God tests us with challenges that He knows we can pull through – even on days, moments, we’re convinced we can’t. It’s not about how much we think we can handle; it’s about … More tightrope.
One more, just because. My sister, I swear, eats my heart alive. She wrote this on May 1, 2012: There’s a very big human flaw when it comes to making decisions you suddenly cannot bear to live a few months – even years – down the road. It’s a compromise to other people’s progress, it’s … More The Onionsoul Edition: #1033.
I chose this piece because I think it speaks about the state I am in right now — there’s a serious need to change my narratives, or rather, to change the tone and direction of my narratives. Sure it’s understandable to have a hard time adjusting back, but who wants to put up, for the long-term, … More The Onionsoul Edition: #936.
It is 1 AM right now where I am, as I am typing this. I seem to have lost count of the PST time zone relative to Malaysian time and this little fact, trivial that it is, shreds my insides a little. One more thing in a long list of items that I will soon … More The Onionsoul Edition: #974.
I think the worse thing to ignite between siblings, is competition. Myself and Third Sis, we are now in our mid-twenties; we’re too old for petty fights. This isn’t it. I’m just constantly in awe over her ability with words, so unlike mine. How, just how, does she say so much with so little? I cry over my verbose … More The Onionsoul Edition: #520.
My sister and her magical way with words; this still resonates. December 6, 2011: “I met a dry-witted 70-something fine lady who told me she would love to know how I turned out. She gave me her card and said when I go home for good, let’s keep in touch. She said I was interesting. … More The Onionsoul Edition: #926.
Some life phases are longer than most. They reappear after a long while and in their revival, rear ugly demons in their wake. I swear, this tran-fucking-sition uncertain adulthood stage spirals me out of fucking control. Some days I just don’t know who I am anymore; I stand for too many things and therefore, absolutely nothing. I was never like this. … More The Onionsoul Edition: #998.