Professional Whiner

Some words you cant take back, Actions you cant reclaim Once brought into the world, out from the malice of one’s heart they are blown free like the white puff of a dandelion flower that flows free into the wind free to create havoc, to cause damage for which those words were intended    

An apology to My language, My Identity

When I was thirteen years old, I had discovered that my favorite thing to do was to read. It started from Enid Blyton books where the adventures of the ‘Famous Five’ showed me the wonders of imagination, of how one could create a whole new world by stringing along words on pages. Over time, books became my escape and I would spend countless hours in the school library pouring over them left and…

Trademark   Shades of blue I named him with his trademark blue jersey and sapphire colored shoes Never could be found around campus without that attire his love for Chelsea was his ultimate desire In every conversation he had or any news he shared Football was ultimately the only thing he cared Then life took a turn for a worse and our group of friends drifted Some went abroad, some started work…

Always falling in Fall

Being clumsy was always synonymous with me. My mom would always tell embarrassing stories of how I would always trip up on a carpet edge while walking or bump into things when I was a kid. And ever since I can remember, I have been prone to accidents which is why it wouldnt surprise me that I would be aching in pain and limping by the time I turn 60. The amount of times Ive put my body in…

I’ll be honest, I am a weird person to be roommates with. I barely leave my room. And when I do I prefer going into the kitchen when I know I would be alone. Call it stage fright, weird immaturity or plain lunacy, but I feel as if I’m being judged when someone sees me cook. It’s mostly because I actually have been judged for it in the past. Back in my first student apartment, I was a carefree…

I remember her being brave.

Today is my friend’s birthday. Her first birthday since the day she died. I didnt remember her birth date if Im honest, and only found out when my phone alerted me of it. I guess the downside of relying too much on social media websites like facebook is that the efforts people took to remembering small details about people around them vanished, especially when it became much easier to simply…