I have an obsession with food. I didn’t know how much mental energy I spend thinking about food, until I attempted to go on a juice diet.
When I was younger, I thought love was all about feelings. If you feel like you couldn’t breathe when the person is around, or that you’re willing to risk your life just to make the person happy…that must be love right?
I know when I am alive.
When I was little
they said I was lazy
so later I overcompensated
by working like crazy
This has been a yearly ritual now.
2014 was the year I learned to be my self, for the lack of a better cliché. Finding my self was the easy part, truly being that self was the harder part.
It has been a year since I left the US to return to Singapore. There have been times within the past year when I would find myself in surreal moments of confusion — did I really voluntarily return to this country, the country I had spent my entire life trying to run away from?
Everyone makes up a story about their own lives, consciously or not. Some of us like to believe we are on a hero(ine)’s journey:
“In narratology and comparative…
I write one of these every year. I read last year’s and was slightly amused how serious I sounded. But this is typical of me, I oscillate between thinking I take myself too seriously and not taking myself seriously enough.
Dear you,
