home is where the streets are a mess:
under the drizzle of tram wires and rain
there are strollers and collars and noise
and exhaust from busses and people alike
the blend of shops and flats
sleek black and glass fitted between faded blocks
bakeries and realty and decade-old businesses
haphazardly doled out along the sides of the road
pavements just wide enough for those
who know how to weave and swerve and avoid
almost as instinctively as breathing
and most importantly
the long stretch of tarmac that runs east-west —
from it and through it —
the island-wide vein that connects us all
to 12 (and 15 and 18) year old me:
please break down the notion of an ‘ideal’ relationship
and the idea that there necessary elements to a relationship.
unsubscribe from the notion that
anniversaries are celebrated with candles and champagne and
the perfect couple is always formed from best friends and
falling out of love is the only big problem you will face.
because real life is never that simple
and there is so much more to two peoples’ intertwined lives
than what the world sees them do
and what they let the world see them do.
please remember that everyone is different,
from their love language
(yours is affection)
to their chemistry with others;
that it’s never too late to start or end something;
that there will be ups and downs
that aren’t the end of the (your) world;
that what you have doesn’t have to be perfect,
just something you’re happy to wake up to.
and most of all,
please love what and who you have, had, and will have,
with all your heart,
and never regret anything.
synonymous with reunion,
and more recently,
to how full my heart becomes
brimming with white-hot glowing love
seeing everyone together
delicate cracks on brittle bone bowls
stained blood red and
are nothing but crumbling
broken isn’t dead;
fill the void
with honeyed memories & caramelised dreams
coat it with the golden pith of ikigai and
get up and fight
stronger and prouder than before
it was cold last month:
feathery rain light as snow,
brown-edged petals littered on the ground and
falling leaves fluttering in the dusk.
snippets of seasonal weather
delicately handpicked, ripe and teasingly sweet yet
bitter with the taste of homesickness
fast forward and
all at once, it’s summer again
glaring sunlight fades to a golden glow,
sunshine slowly seeps through
broken cracks and
turns perfume sweet to berry sweet.
acrid longing becomes a fond nostalgia for home instead.
the waves lull
and we sway blissfully
free, floating and drifting
through the quickly passing days.
I wish we could stay
My summer is ending soon and in many ways it already has, so before I move on to a new part of my life, make new friends and have new jokes, here’s to 14 years of unbreakable friendship. Class of 2017, thank you for the best summer of a rotation of different hangouts almost daily. I’ll miss us so much, and I think I already do. All the best in the next chapter – if we survived IB, BS biases, and everything that was thrown in our way the last few years, we can do anything. Keep in touch, and we’ll meet again soon. :)
between the foreign lullabies and
the slowly setting sun,
nothing and everything
happens, happening, has happened,
all at once –
our laughter fades quick past
the lined skies and neat roads
clattered footsteps drifting into the cloudy night
all the screams and screeches
in our shared house are
only memories now
and as the whisper of soft silence rings
in the distant rush of the highway
the end of another dream looms:
I really wish we could stay
this way, forever
I jumped from my grad trip in Japan almost immediately to another, way shorter trip in Korea. The difference between the two countries and the company I’m with is drastic, and this is my last night so I can say this, both have been enjoyable in their own ways. I’ve never felt so at home and natural with the people I’ve been with and I’m so grateful for this once in a lifetime opportunity.
For real, both trips happened way too fast and was over before I even realised it. While two weeks have gone by, it really feels like nothing much has changed at all.