But working towards perfection is a worthy ideal. Anything less than perfect would require perfect knowledge of one’s abilities, which in turn, is impossible. How does one find out how one is limited in any sphere of his or her life? The sub four-minute mile was impossible until it was done. It can be argued... Continue Reading →
Discontent Breeds Good Writing
Most of the best writing in this world are written by passionately unhappy people. Okay, maybe not always unhappy, but definitely dissatisfied. Ergo, I can't wait for life to f*ck me up and leave me wanting for more.
Football and Controversy
I watched the Singapore vs. Thailand (ASEAN Football Championships) match on Wednesday. I had gone into the match thinking that it was going to be a dull affair. I'm the kind of person who goes to a football match not so much concerned with the proceedings but with the final result. This match, being only... Continue Reading →
My Life as a Faux Celebrity
I live as if I were in the public eye, with people noticing my every move, my every word. I live as if I were running for president, making sure my closet's clean. "No skeletons here, move along." I live as if children watch me, emulate me, be me. I'm their role model. I'll behave.
Singapore Boleh!
I just came back from the Singapore vs. Malaysia semi-final match of the ASEAN Football Championships. With the score 1-1 at the end of normal time, the match went into Penalties, from which Singapore emerged triumphant (five conversions to Malaysia's four). Fantastic Atmosphere It was a rocking affair at the Kallang Stadium (Singapore's National Stadium),... Continue Reading →
Studying Overseas
I'll be going over to UWA (University of Western Australia) in a little less than three weeks time. This all still feels a little strange to me. I never quite expected to be one of those who "study overseas". But I plans in education haven't always gone smoothly. In primary school, I did rather badly... Continue Reading →
On Passing Time, Driving, and Writing
After I stopped working at the end of last month, I've been spending most of my time in front of the television and on the computer playing Warcraft. However, realising that there's no better time to catch up on reading than now, in the last couple of days I've turned my attention to reading a... Continue Reading →
Man Makes Himself
Here's a quotation I'd like to share with you, attributed to Jean-Paul Sartre: Certainly we cannot say that this man [a young student of Sartre's who in 1940 had to choose between going to England to join the Free French Forces or staying in occupied France to care for his mother, who depended on him],... Continue Reading →
Friends, Don't be so Quick to Love
A poem I wrote for a friend. I felt he was going after a girl who had only just recently broken up too aggressively, but he seemed to have no clue that he was.
Friends, Don’t be so Quick to Love
A poem I wrote for a friend. I felt he was going after a girl who had only just recently broken up too aggressively, but he seemed to have no clue that he was.
Donn, fragments 