You must be thinking, my God, two posts on Waxes Poetic in the same month! What a treat! What a Christmas miracle! Or, if you know me really well and/or have followed this blog for a long time, you may more accurately be thinking, two posts in the same month? Neiha must be in the … Continue reading Reclaiming “Auntie”
I’m still here
I can explain my absence pretty well, though I can't necessarily excuse it. For the past half-year, I have been busy either studying for the GRE or working on applications for PhD programs in political science. When not doing either of those, I work full-time as a research assistant. When not doing any of those … Continue reading I’m still here
What I’ve learnt from being forced to talk to people on the phone
To preface: I used to absolutely hate talking to people on the phone. I would avoid it as much as possible, to the point where even talking to my own family on the phone felt like an insurmountable ordeal in my life. I know I'm not alone in this, and that heartens me. In a few short … Continue reading What I’ve learnt from being forced to talk to people on the phone
Forgiveness, can you imagine?
As of May 4th, 2018, I am the proud owner of a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science and International Affairs. If you've been following this blog since its very inception in 2010, then this might be tripping you up as much as it tripped me up. I still have vivid memories of giving college … Continue reading Forgiveness, can you imagine?
An overdue reflection
Increasingly, I find myself missing the Netherlands. If you talked to me at any point over the last year, you would have heard some variation of the following: "I don't really like traveling or going out of my comfort zone but..." and I know the part about not liking travel sounds weird but give this … Continue reading An overdue reflection
Poetrygrams, privacy and setbacks
I hate calling myself a poet, in the way I always struggled with calling myself an artist (I still don't like calling myself an artist). To be a "poet" or an "artist" means you have received a degree of instruction, or self-taught prowess, of a calibre that it can be disseminated. I don't think I … Continue reading Poetrygrams, privacy and setbacks
An unqualified guide to bullet journaling for mental health
This guide was requested by a friend but in all honesty, this is something I've been thinking about writing for a while. This is no replacement for actual honest to god therapy, so please do seek a counselor if you struggle with some of the issues I vaguely allude to! Also, naturally, content warning for … Continue reading An unqualified guide to bullet journaling for mental health
“I promise there’s a reason I’m flushing my hair!” and other superstitious concerns
"I can't help but feel that this is my fault." My best friends, my mother, and my therapist have all heard me say some variation of the above sentence. This tends to be in response to some kind of bad news, and no matter how much physical distance is between the epicenter of the bad … Continue reading “I promise there’s a reason I’m flushing my hair!” and other superstitious concerns
Silk threads
It was your last smoke. You watched the cigarette smoke dissipate into – where? You always wondered that, a toddler on your grandfather’s bed, as you tried to catch the silk of it in your hands. Rafiki-deft, you would swing between the vines of your imagined mental jungle and craft paints and cackle gleefully as … Continue reading Silk threads
Short Note: Isolation Abroad
I have always been hyper-aware of my ambition, to the point that I am constantly appraising myself vis a vis others' accomplishments. I wish I could say with confidence that it is benign appreciation, and a desire to better myself. I've recently started accepting it for what COULD be: envy, a truly exhausting emotion to … Continue reading Short Note: Isolation Abroad
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