I was on the train reading Schopenhauer, who surprisingly brought me great joy with his great pessimism. What he writes about life -- and women -- are a joy to read.
The Existential Zoo
Pick your poison.
On the Elections that Have Come and Gone
I didn't get to vote this elections, as I was in Brunei. If I had voted, I'd have gone for the opposition, if for no other reason than that historically, Hougang (where I live), tends to like the opposition better.
Greener Grass
The Greener Grass.
Not Knowing the Words
I write about serendipity, chance, and the magic of re-reading. Also includes the poem Not Knowing the Words by the late Michael Donaghy.