Life through my graded eyeglasses
Happy Father’s Day, dad. I hope at least one of us is happy. I used to be the first one to greet you this when I was younger. But now it just hurts if I do. I wanted to write all sorts of happy memories we had like most of my friends do, but honestly, I
The other day, my mom and I got into a huge fight. It pains me to write about it on something so public, but I wish we can talk about these things without getting into an argument or having to bring up history. I have no one to talk about this who understands my pain. And
Some time near the end of September, my colleague, Stephen, passed away from Acute Myeloid Leukemia. I started working with him in July, so it wasn’t really a long working relationship. But please allow me to post this despite that.
“It started from the brushes of our elbows and legs with few layers of clothes apart. I shivered as he ran his fingers in the wilderness of my brunette, tracing my facial flaws, his deep-set blue eyes momentarily looking into mine. His arm reached over my statuesque, clutching it tightly as the waves came ashore.
Mini demons piercing the heart, memories that disrupt the mind, shattered little puzzles of hope – the morbid reality of falling in love. It’s like sending yourself to an all-out-war. You hope you won’t die, you’re aware you may, but you never expect it to be that soon. We fall in love. We get hurt.
Life is a judgmental paradise. Or so I believe. We can decide what to do with our lives. To aim for success, to aim for wealth, to survive. We fulfill our duties as to what requires us. We tend to please people so we can be accepted in the society. And most of us tend to
