As he poked me in my back for the seventh time, albeit playfully, I looked behind and glared. My lack of a smile shocked him, and it made him uneasy. He felt it was just a joke, a way of calling my attention; a way of publicly showing that we were good friends. But my... Continue Reading →
An Ole Boxfile
Reading some of my old stuff, I realised life hasn't changed in some ways.
Haha… Another Prodigy
What are child prodigies? An look into what make a child genius. Are all child geniuses successes in life? What about the rest of us?
The Comfort of Death
Rape and torture victims. Please, let them die.
Girls Are Like Fruits
I wonder what my love would look like...
Time and Sleep
Time destroys me in its preciousness.
Increasing Readership with Hot Coffee
I love edonn.com. Don't ask me why, but I do. I am also proud of it, though due to the rather personal nature of some of my posts I'd rather not let anyone close to me (family and close friends) read my posts -- still, I don't actively stop them from viewing anything. I just... Continue Reading →
The Murder of the Old Chinese Girl
A discussion of things learnt from the recent headline-hogging news of Liu Hong Mei's death.
To Say Something, Anything
A pen. Lines. Maybe a picture. Maybe, just lines.
The Urge to Write a Letter
A short write on writing. My write of passage through writing you might say.
Donn, fragments 