As my life is progressing at an old-sickly snail’s pace, it took me sixteen weeks to finish reading A Bag…
Left with a stack of blurs, still not sure how it happened
I’m looking back to find what motivated me to move to that city, to get into the uni, to learn…
It’s not a good thing… I get it
I’m trying not to enjoy the social distancing too much. Trying to sympathize with people who are stressed out by…
An overdue response is good too
Right after I sent the last essay for the final exam last semester, I avoided my Gmail account like a…
The death I’m living in
I’m having a hard time with this blog, with this post, with any posts I’m writing for this blog. I…
Blissful numbness
My biggest obstacle as a writer-in-training is I often lose my writing voice. I believe that’s the downside of irregular…
[Short Story] What the Colors Tell (part 2)
(This is the second part of a story I wrote. Read the first part here). The next day after I…
[Short Story] What the Colors Tell
Mom says it’s not polite to stare at people, especially strangers. She says many fights are started with an innocent stare. I keep…
Feeling like an anxious prickly beast
Too many research articles too little time, that’s my life for the past two months. My reading speed is just…
Life, as weird as it gets
It is always good to come back here. I never thought that revealing my deepest thoughts to people I have…
