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A Demon in the Castle: The Making of an Unfortunate Hero.

September 16, 2014

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Unfortunately, many children do grow up in households in which demons and monsters roam freely, and the child’s survival depends on avoiding, containing, or defeating them.

On A Day Like Any Other: A Note to Self.

August 27, 2014

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Of course, even if I could bend space-time and communicate this message to my twenty-six year old self, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Depression Was His Name-O: Naming My Big Black Dog.

August 25, 2014

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In defense of my younger self, he wasn’t lying. At that time, I really and truly believed that I was not depressed. I simply couldn’t recognize the fact of my depression because it was all that I had ever known.

An Eulogy for Apartment 601: The Incubating Paralysis of Freedom.

June 23, 2014

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The punchline: Apartment 601 is my least favorite apartment I have ever lived in. The story of my stay in that apartment provides one summary of the story of my time in Ottawa.

Une nouvelle langue: une nouvelle identité ?

April 7, 2014

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À quel âge as-tu commencé à devenir la personne que tu es aujourd’hui ? Pour moi, j’avais douze ans. Probablement, c’était parce que la puberté était arrivée dans sa pleine mesure. Je grandissais rapidement et je perdais rapidement beaucoup de livres. Au début de ma douzième année, j’étais un petit et gros enfant. À la […]

A Return to Paradise: Sun, Fun, and Reflection.

March 17, 2014

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If the travel gods are merciful, by the time you are reading this, I will be on the little piece of paradise where this selfie was taken… wow, was it really five years ago. A lot has happened since then. Come to think of it. This blog pretty much documents all of it. Am I […]

Pride: In Its Sudden Return, Its Long Absence Felt.

March 11, 2014

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It caught me by surprise. Unexpectedly, I found myself taking pride in my work. When I noticed the feeling, I realized how good it felt. I also realized that it had been a long time since I had last felt the feeling. On the face of it, it was not much to be proud of: […]