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.
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!
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.
But What Can I Do?
Trapped in camp last night, and feeling horrible about it, I decided to write a poem called But What Can I Do?
Poems of the Self
A couple of poems, one written by Ayn Rand, which reminded me of one I wrote back in 2001.
Goal Setting
I talk about goal-setting, as well as how I got out of my manic-depressive state. Some tips on goal-setting at the end of the article as well.
The Authentic Self
The way I think has changed somewhat. From pessimism to optimism, from despair to hope. That fire in my belly -- it's going out, but I do not wish it to. All those sticks of negativity I put inside long ago are running out, and the sticks of optimism are still wet and cannot be put in just yet. Stuck without fuel for the fire, I'm lost and confused, but have no choice but to keep trying to light it, lest I die of cold, cold, apathy.
Donn, fragments 