Sometimes I like to have "space". I like solitude, time on my own. You don't really get much of that when living in a residential college. There is, however, one pretty good way of being left alone. You could tell people you'd like to be left alone. But there's a catch. Tell people you'd like... Continue Reading →
When I Say "Leave me Alone"
Sometimes I like to have "space". I like solitude, time on my own. You don't really get much of that when living in a residential college. There is, however, one pretty good way of being left alone. You could tell people you'd like to be left alone. But there's a catch. Tell people you'd like... Continue Reading →
Departure
Sometimes the distance between friends grow and it's difficult to tell exactly why. Maybe it's just the body's defensive mechanism kicking in, preparing them for their eminent separation.
Something’s Wrong
I wonder if I'm making things more complicated than they are, over-thinking issues that really aren't anything at all. I do get these things right sometimes: my intuition to negative vibes are generally good. But though I do get that something is wrong, I often do not know what exactly it is. Sometimes I think... Continue Reading →
Something's Wrong
I wonder if I'm making things more complicated than they are, over-thinking issues that really aren't anything at all. I do get these things right sometimes: my intuition to negative vibes are generally good. But though I do get that something is wrong, I often do not know what exactly it is. Sometimes I think... Continue Reading →
Journalism in Singapore
David Copperfield may not be doing the Asian leg of his world tour due to "unforeseen circumstances", or, more specifically, a sexual assault charge. Singapore's tabloid newspaper The New Paper published a story on this (not sure how long this story will be up on this site). But here's the part of the story that... Continue Reading →
I Like Loving You
I like the trees, the grass, the sky; I like the way the bumblebee flies; I like the computer's versatility; I like the Honda's fuel economy; I like the Mona Lisa's abstract smile; I like the song Children by Robert Miles; I like doing my weekly long runs; I like eating hot, steaming buns; I... Continue Reading →
Love Hurts
He looks out the window and sees her, packed bags and all, getting into the car. Tears well up in his eyes as he wonders if this is going to be the last time he is going to see her. He turns around and walks toward his desk. Because he didn't want her to see... Continue Reading →
Sacrifice
He approached me and asked me if I wanted to go. I had books to read, TV to watch, and work to do. I told him, "no", thought about it a bit, then said, "yes". It had been ages since I last went out with him. I realised that even though I didn't really want... Continue Reading →
On Writing Chinese (or 华语)
我昨天发现了我的电脑可以写华文字! In case you don't know what that means, it just says, "I just found out yesterday that my computer can write Chinese words!" I've been having a field day with it, typing Chinese messages to a friend, giving her plenty of opportunities to execute sweet revenge on me, after all my mocking her English,... Continue Reading →