A poem dedicated to a girl I fell in love -- and it was all due to football! You might want to read The Vacuum in My Heart to learn the background behind this poem.
My Handphone was Stolen
The loss of a handphone. The hope of a new life. I love change when life is not going as great as I know it can go.
On Being Vegetarian
I'm "vegetarian", and I'm catholic. To my friends, a "vegetarian catcholic" is an oxymoron, and more often than not, a moron as well. I ate chicken in Taiwan. Call me from now onwards not vegetarian, but a "vegetable-lover".
An English Fetish: Jamie Teo
When Jamie Teo went under the hypnotist's spell, it wasn't just having her under control that was so erotic. It was her use of English too!
Death Will Come
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; I hate to die, but I must, I must.
Personality Test Blues
"A consistent routine lets me enjoy life more." Presently taking a personality test, and I am stuck at this question; consistent routine is not something I actively look for, neither is it something I actively avoid. I like the predictability of routine in certain situations, especially when the rest of my life is in chaos.... Continue Reading →
Looking for Opportunities
Seeking opportunities in every situation isn't quite as easy as it might seem. In this essay, I lament my fate in being chosen to perform in this year's National Day Parade.
Going With the Flow
Yesterday was the graduation parade -- I am now officially a third sergeant. Somehow though, it doesn't feel quite that different. It feels like going from first grade to second -- you expect it so much, that it becomes a natural progression. You don't work hard to achieve it, you just follow through and go... Continue Reading →
Studying Literature Killed My Love for Fiction
I used to read fiction, until I started formally studying literature. I have, since then, struggled with trying to enjoy a piece of fiction while ignoring whatever hidden meanings an author may have tried to put in.
Our Identity and Actions
Does who we are determine our actions, or does our actions determine who we are?
Donn, fragments 