Exactly a year ago, on this same weekend, I was staring out into my balcony for nearly a whole day because I thought I’d lose a friend that I’d just gotten close to for two weeks. Two weeks, that’s nothing. Exactly. Nothing. Except my insides twisted and my body ached. This friend was different. This person… Read More October, 2016
It’s 1am with school tomorrow and the only thing keeping me distracted are people’s paper to edit… someone, give me more words to read and edit. i want to fly away. because it’s funny the things you say become a prayer, even if you never really want to mean it.
“where are you from?” “oh I dont know, I feel at home in airports. I know the term ‘third culture kid’ has been used repetitively and its articles being overused but this is about my side and experience of the TCK life. Being a third culture kid means you grew up in a country different from where your parents and… Read More Where Are You From?
I was looking through my old writings and somehow stumbled across this, something I wrote months ago. Here is something I wrote from the heart and out of crying, a piece I wrote through someone else’s shoe after an emotional night which made me look beyond people and situations, that some things are bigger than what you see. This writing helped… Read More all the words i will never hear
hello sweet flower, i hope you wake up today knowing you are a frangipani in a field of hibiscus’ only because there is something about the way frangipanis’ bloom in Bali and how soothing it is to see them float on water. if right now your heart is aching because you have just lost someone,… Read More things i will tell my future daughter when she turns 15
This year has flown by extremely fast it’s weird to feel like I’ve changed in some ways from September. This year’s one of my favorites. So many euphoric nights, unforgettable moments, misfit banters, whatever, even with temporary people. So with my endless love for photographs, here is a timeline of photos from the beginning of the year to… Read More 27 stories
“after I broke your heart, your tears stained my soul, which I was cursed to see as a lurid (flaming, intense), disfigured aura (spoiled atmosphere) reflected in your resentful eyes.” Today I just feel like writing because the past two weeks have been the kind of week where all I wanted to do was curl… Read More Losing Someone