Category: Personal

The cosmic weight of a new start

I think the best thing I did so far (it’s only been three days anyway) as we entered 2020 was to subscribe to this newsletter called Tiny Spells, where it sent a self-care oriented daily digest of messages, tasks, goals, etc. every morning. It’s just what I needed in this increasingly terrifying world. The first […]

Peace to the never knowing

I wrote a lot this year, although less for work, but more towards projects that I have sole or major decision in the direction of the writing or the project — like the magnum opus that is my ongoing PhD thesis, or this blog, of which I have treated as a space for me to […]

Every bright spot

I am currently reading Rachel Cusk’s Transit, which is the second book in her Outline trilogy about a writer, Faye, who goes through multiple phases in her life and the books in the trilogy documents conversations with — more of like anecdotes from — people of whom she has met. That is basically what the […]

Placing my reflection

One of my biggest fear would be finding myself unable to enjoy reading, and unfortunately I think that is exactly what I am experiencing right now. I noticed this last week as I was flipping through Zadie Smith’s book of essays Changing My Mind. I love Zadie Smith’s writing, I love her columns in The […]

The worth of defeated valour

I received my thesis corrections yesterday from my supervisor, after a month long of ruminating its fate in his hands. Honestly now I that looked at it, I had no idea why I was so worried about it, seeing I knew I have done the job well. There were some disconnections between the theories and […]

Wholehearted and sure

A morning wet market in Kuala Kedah From Austin Kleon’s blog, I found these words of Wendell Berry’s from his 1968 essay called A Native Hill: I had made a significant change in my relation to the place: before, it had been mine by coincidence or accident; now it was mine by choice. My return, […]

The Earth is singing

(Note: I almost did not want to publish this because it felt like it was written with less thoughts than the rest, but I decided to keep it because I wanted to see the pattern of writing I did on days when writing even at least 300 words a day did not seem to come […]

Hope is participatory

Seth Globepainter in Bordeaux, France I have been contemplating whether I should write the reasons why I decided to pursue a PhD following this post last week. Among the questions that popped up in my head was, to whom I owe these justifications to? Of which the answer clearly was: No one. But I read […]