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I’m told that there are places on this Earth where entire galaxies move effortlessly. At these horizons, the Milky Way spreads out like a bowl of cereal and the stars float around like flakes in seemingly infinite blackness. Red merges with green and blue with yellow and a kaleidoscope of colours – the stew of … Continue reading
I’m told history is doomed to repeat itself, but I never thought I was worth the consistency. Again this year, just like last, I was rejected as a TA in West Thought 2A06. I write this not in angst, but in unbelievable denial that even when I’m serious, I’m not worth the effort. Perhaps I … Continue reading
It’s been two years and look how much you’ve grown. From nothing, you’ve become everything. Heartaches and love, happiness and sadness, sins and blessings – you contained it all. You even contain what isn’t here yet – the future. Because for two years, blog, you’ve chronicled the sparse moments in my life and how I’ve … Continue reading
Below is an assignment for my literature class. It was meant as a reflection on the novel Frankenstein, though I’ll admit the parallels are subtle at best. I have difficulty, besides in a few places, making more direct allusions to the text. I’ll save that for people with a more deft hand than my own … Continue reading
To the surprise of no one at all, I nearly failed grade eight art. I could pretend that I was one of the greats that were denied critical fame with avant-garde masterpieces, but I won’t. I think back to the artwork I submitted over the years and I remember them as bubbling masterworks of creative … Continue reading
Yesterday, I watched my best friend die. At the time of her death, a man dressed in a pale-grey suit checked if he had spilt any pentobarbital, my sister gripped on to whatever was left while tears spelled out a universal signal of grief, and silence, for the first time since the beginning of time, … Continue reading
Given the eve of eschatological judgement that looms over us, I post something I wrote for my literature class. It is an experience that has comprised my being for the better part of four months. Only recently am I slowly coming to terms with it, and more importantly, growing from the devastation that it caused. I could … Continue reading
Formality has never been a strong suit of mine. My essays, rather than suffer from the usual highfalutin fodder that most writers pride themselves on, tend to instead brim with wild metaphors and childish comparisons. Most of them are even littered with jokes here and there. It’s a disease of sorts: the inability to be … Continue reading
I used to pray. I really did. Every night, my knees found themselves on the hardwood floor and I whispered a dream of world peace, a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and that my family would stop fighting. Other days I implored that I didn’t have to pray as much, especially to the person who … Continue reading
For the last week, I have been struggling to write something about turning 20. It’s not that I don’t know what to say. When one turns 1/5 of a century, they want to say everything in the world. At the same time, they want the clocks to stop ticking, they want to see their aspirations … Continue reading
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