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…

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…

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…