I’ve been a Christian for 20 years now (I’m 27 this year). I grew up in a Christian household and I suppose it was only a matter of time before I took on the faith as well. Would I go so far as to call myself a true believer? I still don’t know, but allow…
Where Apologetic Faces Are A Currency
It’s that damn review. They were always punctual, but not this one. You see, it was to be my final appraisal before the company would confirm me as a permanent staff. The past sessions indicated that I had been doing well, but faint ripples were already punctuating still waters. “Sales have been terrible,” I heard…
Guilt-Free Fatigue
Hello, it’s me. After dusting the cobwebs off this musty writing space, I bring back from my adventures outside, a bag full of emotional burdens. What’s new? While I was away from my blog, I worked full-time as a copywriter for a particular brand, so I stopped writing, but I never really did, if this…
Changing of the Seasons
June 23rd, 2019 A few months ago, I never would have thought that things would unfold the way they did. In the grand scheme of life, I feel like a tiny petal drifting wherever the wind takes me, often with little or no inkling nor control over where I’d end up next. My reflection today…
No More Trains Left
I found myself at a crowded train station, packed to the brim with folks from all walks of life. Some were friends I grew up with, mucking around by the playground when I was a little boy. I spotted a few of them, and I waved. They waved back. The train platforms stretched to no…
Chinatown: Tradition’s Last Frontier
I’ll admit — when I was younger, I never enjoyed going to Chinatown. Not only was it out of the way — requiring bus/train transfers — but it was run down and seemed to be in a perpetual state of chaos, like a large colony of ants scattering about after being sprayed with water. Wide,…
#whatIfeelwhenIrun
Inspired by Sung Kang’s #whatiseewhenirundaily series, except I don’t run daily. Disclaimer: highly experimental piece (as I venture into new writing styles) Four in the afternoon, the sun in full bloom, my desire to run as blue as my pair of shoes, but still I go, phone and keys jangling in tow, as…
My 2018 {Insert Clichéd Reflection Title}
It seems like the speed at which each year passes is proportionate to the number of responsibilities one takes on. 2018 marks many firsts, both tangible and otherwise. Having built my blog around introspection, end-of-year reflections surprisingly do not come naturally to me, and needless to say, neither do New Year resolutions. However, 2018 has…
The Art of Staring out the Window
It’s funny how windows, glass panels, plain viewing screens, insignificant as they seem, are that by which much of life is gleaned, made more attractive by the pelting rain that turns you introspective as your vision swims, twisting, turning, like the zigzagging droplets making their journey from top to bottom and bottom to obscurity; just…
Commentary: Travel Writing
For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a travel writer. When I discovered my passion for writing some eight years ago, it was the very genre that prompted me to make a career out of it. Grandiose dreams of travelling the world and writing about it sprang to mind,…
Nomadic Affair 