This Girl’s Ride – That Never Ends.
Her shoulders caved in, Bearing the weight of self-judgement and self-hatred. Days flowed into nights without a notice, For she was caught up in a volcano of emotions. Sadness, anger, frustration, and...
View ArticleCan I Stop Feeling Already? (Or Not)
Eyes wide open. Cheeks flush. Heart palpitation accelerates at an alarming speed. Nostrils flare up. Breathing quickens. Body heats up. I am angry. I am frustrated. I am anxious. Growing up, I was...
View ArticleGoodbye, Bikie.
I sold my bicycle today. Yes. My pretty, hardy, and sturdy cruiser has been sold to a Vancouverite who will be moving to live with her soon-to-be husband in St. Catherines, Ontario. Her fiance was...
View ArticleCanadian Vesper
Canadian Vesper Softly at the close of day, As our campfire fades away. Silently each Guide should ask, Have I done my daily task. Have I kept my honour bright, Shall I guiltless sleep tonight, Have I...
View ArticleBreaking Free From My Chains
It has not been an easy past two weeks, since my return back to Singapore. The desire to end this painful part of my life has struck me countless of times, which lured me into my old tendencies of...
View ArticleTo Escape or Accept Our Dark Spaces
It is dark with no speck of light available in sight. The space is small and cramped, with cold walls as the only source of comfort. The deafening silence is punctured with the sounds of rapid...
View ArticleStriking a Balance Between Lightness and Darkness
The memories came flooding back like tidal waves crashing into rocks. And they felt good. Letters from kindergarten, elementary, and high school friends; photographs of my younger days with family...
View ArticleBecause I Am A Girl
A few months ago, I wrote a poem for the Body/Language workshop, one that “aims to engage participants in an effort to unpick these notions of gender and to uncover experiences and stories of their own...
View ArticleHow Do We Change The Patterns In Our Lives?
Time after time again, I see myself falling into the same trap. The same ditch. The same dark hole that swallows my entire being. It’s almost life-threatening. The mind-body connection is such an...
View ArticleWebsite Revamp
It took me only five years to revamp this space. A Communications undergraduate then, misscheryltan.com was born in 2009 as an attempt to figure out the digital landscape. This space has been through a...
View ArticleThe Story of the Cold, Dark Box
It is cold and dark. There are four walls, a ceiling and a floor. No windows. It is a box of steel. Nothing comes in and nothing goes out. The frigid weather of beautiful falling snow set the...
View ArticleCan I Stop Feeling Already? (Or Not)
Eyes wide open. Cheeks flush. Heart palpitation accelerates at an alarming speed. Nostrils flare up. Breathing quickens. Body heats up. I am angry. I am frustrated. I am anxious. Growing up, I was...
View ArticleGoodbye, Bikie.
I sold my bicycle today. Yes. My pretty, hardy, and sturdy cruiser has been sold to a Vancouverite who will be moving to live with her soon-to-be husband in St. Catherines, Ontario. Her fiance was...
View ArticleCanadian Vesper
Canadian Vesper Softly at the close of day, As our campfire fades away. Silently each Guide should ask, Have I done my daily task. Have I kept my honour bright, Shall I guiltless sleep tonight, Have I...
View ArticleBreaking Free From My Chains
It has not been an easy past two weeks, since my return back to Singapore. The desire to end this painful part of my life has struck me countless of times, which lured me into my old tendencies of...
View ArticleTo Escape or Accept Our Dark Spaces
It is dark with no speck of light available in sight. The space is small and cramped, with cold walls as the only source of comfort. The deafening silence is punctured with the sounds of rapid...
View ArticleStriking a Balance Between Lightness and Darkness
The memories came flooding back like tidal waves crashing into rocks. And they felt good. Letters from kindergarten, elementary, and high school friends; photographs of my younger days with family...
View ArticleBecause I Am A Girl
A few months ago, I wrote a poem for the Body/Language workshop, one that “aims to engage participants in an effort to unpick these notions of gender and to uncover experiences and stories of their own...
View ArticleLoving and Remembering You Always — Debbie Chan Mei Ling.
A full month has flown by. A month and a week ago, you sent me a 4:37min WhatsApp voice message. You had finally allowed me to visit you in the hospital! I was overjoyed, and shifted plans around to...
View ArticleSocial Experiment: #chooseLOVEbreatheCOURAGE
I have finally arrived to the point in my life where I’m tired of hearing the stories of my own past trauma. They are important to recognise, but I feel that I have been doing that for the past six...
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