‘Your experience? A billionth of my own’

A strong form of human apathy, a hindrance to empathy: we equate similar experiences to our own. Instead of joining hearts, stretching our lingering limbs to clasp and envelop a shaking one, it becomes an analytical process. Judgemental. Critical.

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Good Morning, Sunshine!

If I had to write a blog-post perfectly… I’d simply not blog at all.

– someone else probably said it first, but… (Ramisa Raya, 2016)

How many incomplete, scrapped first-drafts do I have buried in my dashboard? How many blog-posts end with”Hello I am–” [DELETE]? While these are rhetorical questions… if your answer is “Too many for comfort,” please kindly give yourself a gold-star. Continue reading

The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?

月がきれいですね? // The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? // Tsuki ga kireide wanaidesu

Japanese novelist Natsume Soseki (1868–1912) of the Meiji period produced the phrase “the moon is beautiful” to express the Japanese equivalent of “I love you.” I first discovered this on Jean’s blog and was strangely moved by the delicate, subtle, poetic expression of nuanced emotions. Gentle. Soft. And the soothing comfort of the bright, twinkling night sky, enveloping your heart, your mind… and you. Continue reading

Blueberry Muffins & Red Wine [a letter]

A couple of weeks ago, I completed the QCS writing task as a component of my high school assessment. I completed my piece unexpectedly early –perhaps because I skipped the “drafting” process and dove straight into the final– and rewrote it on drafting paper to keep after the exam. I’m rather glad I frantically scrawled this piece down, because I’m rather fond of it. 🙂 It marks one of my first attempts at an emotional letter genre.

2 hours. Overarching stimulus: What Feeds Us. 

The Specific stimulus (which I hadn’t recognised as a bible verse until I Googled it):

I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.

Matthew (25:35)

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B is for Beauty

Beauty. Depending on your different historical, cultural or societal backgrounds, you will imagine a specific, idealised version of beauty –one that differs from someone cultivated by another context. And, common to any established beauty standard, those who don’t possess these features naturally are encouraged to seek alternative methods to achieve them. Makeup is deigned to do exactly this: enhance, shape, and highlight your features –not to increase your beauty, an undefined term, but to help you become a particular ideal set by your respective society.  Continue reading

A Delightful Surprise [“Risking Exposure”; a paperback gift from the author]

This post is immensely overdue –in fact, possibly a couple of months or so. For this, I blame high school, the world of anime and the abundant book sales I’ve recently visited, indulging in literary goodness. But there are no words to express my gratitude. Continue reading

Yesterday, I Was Broken

Broken [adj.] having given up all hope; despairing.

Yesterday, sunlight streamed through my windows and onto my large cup of tea, which I sipped serenely. Light reflected off every wall, warmed the beige curtains and my relaxed cheeks, evolving me into a cocoon akin to wrapping myself in blankets on a winter’s night. But then, I remembered –the raspy bitterness, unbearable pain and acute hopelessness of those surrounding me; streaks of black staining their cheeks with their innermost confessions, laced with gritted teeth and wide eyes. Butterflies barged against my ribcage relentlessly, the sweetness of the tea with two-spoons-of-sugar subsiding, sunlight no longer comforting.

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