Tag: Personal Essay
Sometimes, it is the most trivial of things that crack that hard shell and breaks into the deepest and most fragile part that you ever so protected. One thug and you are shattered. The type of brokenness that will make you curl yourself in a fetal position between your three pillows, tucked in the sanctuary…
Tiny, Winged and Tangerine
Dragonflies lingered about outside my office door. This was the first time I’ve seen dragonflies here in the Maldives so I found it quite strange. The color of their bodies was tangerine, the darker shade different from the green and blue ones I saw during childhood. They flew around me whenever I stepped out of…
A Man. An Island.
My mind is like a sketch of lots of chaotic circles on top of each other with some irregular lines here and there and some random shapes inserted in between. My heart is like an airplane amidst turbulence. I missed flying too, even though I’m not a travel freak. I missed looking down to Earth…
Sleep eluded me for two straight evenings. My body temperature rose as I tossed and turned and tossed and turned between my blanket and mattress, I thought I could already ignite a fire.
Last month, I whined about being forgotten by my high school friends, and then suddenly, as if the universe read my sorrowful blog post, a video call came crashing into my phone two Saturdays ago followed by another one today. The calls were sudden, like strong waves rushing in, sweeping an unsuspecting, sleeping beach.
The Only Permanent Thing
I usually get annoyed when keyboard warriors post ‘Wake Me Up When September Ends’ whenever the month approaches although, surprisingly, I didn’t see much this time. I’ve seen more memes of Jose Mari Chan than this. But annoyed as I was, I played Greenday’s September Anthem on the evening of the 31st of August.
What Makes Us Feel Better
The forehead splitting headache started on a supposedly sweet sunset cruise on Saturday evening. The catastrophe seemed like a combination of an hour on the cruise, a glass of Italian sparkling wine, a canapé composed of a frozen shrimp with cream cheese and brown toast topped with lime that gave me nausea and that monthly…
The Case of The Forgotten
It’s not that I forget birthdays. Not that I remember everyone’s. But there are few that I know by heart. My family’s and my high school friends’. Two days ago, facebook reminded me of one of my friend’s birthday. Not that I did not remember, I just lost count of the days.
Tell Me August
Tell me August, what have you done? Your extremely beautiful weather left me with beautiful summer memories as well as small wounds that are now healing. Turning into faint scars. Real. Cannot be undone nor unseen.
A Taste of Home
Three days ago, I woke up to the smell of danggit which we had for breakfast along with fried rice, noodles and eggs. It was a rainy morning and as we sipped our coffees, we watched the grey clouds and the raindrops from our window. We took our time to drink our coffees and had another…
Fasting is a Beautiful Experience
In one of my previous posts, I mentioned about my struggle on my first few days of fasting. And now that Ramadan is over, I am here to share my first fasting experience.
On Being Chased
Yesterday, I’ve read an article called My Body Doesn’t Belong To You, where the author shared her story of being harassed on the road, probably because of her huge cup size. I suddenly remembered how I was teased back in 6th grade because of having very small boobs (something very opposite to the author’s issue).…