Strange Faces at the Deck

Today, I had lunch and dinner with two friends separately. And I spent a fair amount of time wondering who all these people around me were. Like, seriously, who are you?! I’ve never seen you before!! And why is the science Ah Lian at the Deck now?! Then it struck me. Or rather, my sub-conscious…

Spaces in Singapore

Every Singaporean knows that Singpaore’s¬†extremely boring. Here’s an example: what’s the most common suggestion about where to hang out on a weekend? Movies F & B places Orchard Road <Insert Name of Mall here> Any combination of the above I don’t blame the brevity of Singaporean attractions. Even if we pool in big-name attractions, such…

Looking Back

I suddenly have the urge to write about my nascent writing experiences, and the thoughts and beliefs that I have accumulated in this blog. As usual, I’m terribly embarrassed by the arrogance that exudes from my posts. I wrote with an air of superiority, as if I’m instructing lesser mortals about the greatness of my…

Well, Looks Like I’m Back.

Looks like I’m back after my supposed last-post-in-my-entire-life-lol-is-that-even-possible proclamation. I guess that’s because my mindset’s completely different from the whiny me just a few weeks ago. Funny how life could reconfigure you in such a short span of time. The circumstances in my life have remained status quo – the situation changes for the worse…

The Last Post I’ll Ever Do – For Now.

I haven’t posted in a long while. After this post, I will not be posting again. After thinking about it, it’s more likely that I’ll continue writing, one way or another. I’ll start writing when I gain more perspective in life so that I can write more interesting stuff, yeah? This blog was set up…

Grit.

It’s been a while since I’ve written here. I’m not sure why I can’t write that smoothly anymore – a wise person once remarked that clarity of speech is clarity of thought, and I’ll like to see this as a sign that I’m going through some sort of mental maelstrom that’ll subside with time. Perhaps…

John and NY.

I’m not sure why I started writing this. I’ll try to write a few lines each day. Let’s see how this goes. “Well, John, what’s wrong?” John’s grip on the empty beer can loosened. He followed the can as it clattered aimlessly on the ground and rolled to a stop at NY’s sneakers. His gaze…