Melancholy defines a state of being of stupidity.
Sloppy vs. Casual
Australians dress very casually. So when I ran out of "going out" clothes I wondered if I might dress "casually" like the Australians, wearing my "home" clothes. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I realised wearing "home" clothes wasn't being casual -- it was just being sloppy, at the pretense of being... Continue Reading →
Not in Love
I saw you standing in the hallway. Looking all sexy and all that. You were new here. We went out and talked. I really liked you. I think you liked me too. Afterwards, back in my room, I felt a pain Somewhere between my stomach and heart. "I must have fallen in love," I thought.... Continue Reading →
How to be Happy
No idea where this is from, but I liked it anyways. Be happy, always:
And He Said, And He Said
I'm normally not critical of any Singaporean journalist's writing. I know it's a difficult job, and having to churn out article after article in ever shortening time periods is no mean feat. In fact, I'm actually quite impressed with the way most articles are written. However, today I came across an article about how non-Chinese... Continue Reading →
In Australia
Just a quick note to say that I'm now in Perth, Australia. I'm residing in Currie Hall, a hostel just off campus. I hate being the new kid on the block: periods of adaptation have always been looked upon by me with trepidation. Of course, I know it's the inevitable, but that doesn't make it... Continue Reading →
The Baby
I wrote the following poem in camp, inspired after I unthinkingly remarked that a friend's "twenty minutes of fun created a lifetime of pain" when he talked about his illegitimate daughter: He asked her for a kiss On a night so very fine. He asked her to be his Over red roses and wine. They... Continue Reading →
Today’s too Normal
I started today really early, having slept early the previous night. When I woke, I went along with my daily routine: shower, internet, breakfast, and a little television. The day just flowed like any other day, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. It didn't feel as if I was flying off for Australia tomorrow.... Continue Reading →
Today's too Normal
I started today really early, having slept early the previous night. When I woke, I went along with my daily routine: shower, internet, breakfast, and a little television. The day just flowed like any other day, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. It didn't feel as if I was flying off for Australia tomorrow.... Continue Reading →
Rediscovering Writings
As I laboured over which bag I was going to be bringing to Australia, I suddenly thought of my trusty old "camp bag", so-called because it was the bag I used to bring in to my army camp. It's a great size, and I liked it quite a lot -- only thing that was putting... Continue Reading →
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