When I woke up today, I fumbled blindly for my phone, guided only by the alarm emanating from it. 6:32 AM, it probably read, a result of my inability to set alarms where the minutes are multiples of 5. I finally found it, hidden under a pile of pillows; before I pulled it out, I… Continue reading For the days when it seems darkest
Author: Joy
Goldilocks conundrum
Sometimes I feel too big for this world, too gangly and spindly, with arms too long it knocks furnitures over, legs too wide it blocks passageways. Sometimes I feel too big, too big in fact, that everyone else appears too small, so small I can flick them away if I wish so, like ants stuck… Continue reading Goldilocks conundrum
Tide/high
This is the part, you've got to say all that you're feeling, feeling Packing a bag, we're leaving tonight when everyone's sleeping, sleeping Let's run away I'll run away with you P H O T O D U M P
The world is our playground and we will always be home
You found me Where will we go from here I swear I belong This is where I belong Where do we go from here? Keep me It was the second night of the usual vacation festivities -- intoxicated bodies in swimwear, hair tousled by the breeze, the smell of salt clinging to our… Continue reading The world is our playground and we will always be home
Take time to breathe
There are days when tasks seem unsurmountable and the workload endless, when sleeping feels like sinning considering the deadlines that have to be met and papers to be written. When taking a break feels like letting people down, and when thinking about resting feels like abandoning work that is yet to be started.… Continue reading Take time to breathe
Matters of the heart
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the… Continue reading Matters of the heart
Mistakes made.
Maybe it was her fault she didn't tell him sooner. Maybe she should have gathered up her courage, picked the little bits of bravery scattered on the floor. Maybe she should have sculpted them and turned them into palpable evidence of what she felt. Maybe she should have said it to him, that night in… Continue reading Mistakes made.
Subterranean
The thing I like best about science is the fact of its humility. Sometimes it tells you things: big things, small things, medium things, and then, when pressed for explanation, it says, "But no one knows why this is so." My favourite manifestation of this is that trivia about ducks. Apparently, according to that magazine… Continue reading Subterranean
Twotwo
I was indecisive up until the last minutes of my 21st year. I was clutching my phone, crouched in a corner of my tiny studio, willing it to send a message I had neither the guts nor the complete resolve to do. Finally, my best friend reached out and sent the message. “You’re welcome,” she… Continue reading Twotwo
Pag ta ta ya
Tayá means many things for different Filipinos, the context usually differing depending on where they are at their point in life — for children, the “it,” an adjective used to characterise the person tagged and tasked to chase playmates, in open corridors, grassy fields, cemented playgrounds; for adults, the act of gambling, a verb symbolising… Continue reading Pag ta ta ya
Of perpetual finds 