Copywriting — One Big Claw Machine

Fuck. I mutter bitterly under my breath as the claw machine I’ve been glued onto for the past hour or so continue to deny me my coveted prize. This time, it almost came through, but not quite. The truth is, it has been more than an hour. A lot more. Yet, I show no signs…

Writer’s Note: Coping With Schedules

Dear readers, In lieu of the usual weekend piece, I’d like to reflect on my journey so far, four months into the commitment to write more regularly, the ups and downs, pros and cons, and lessons learnt. Just to quell any rumblings that I might be reconsidering my own resolve, setting a consistent schedule was…

Dear Anne Frank

Where do I even begin — how do I even start? I passed by Pim’s warehouse back in April, but I was convinced that until I had read your diary, I would not step foot into the Secret Annexe. 340 pages later, I am glad I made that decision; I doubt I would have been…