Midnight Musings

It’s hard to vividly describe the emotions I feel at times. If I could, I would paint a seamless picture, a flowing illustration of the sum of all my parts. Instead, I find myself limited to bursts of fleeting scenes — one moment, I see myself staring out the window of a slow-moving locomotive, cool…

And They Sing The Sunday Routine

From behind, I caught a glimpse of them, little children, carefree and pure, lined side by side. They took their spots up front, just before the stage, fidgeting excitedly about. Oh, how they drew the attention of the rest of the churchgoers, clearly thrilled to have them partake in joint worship. In consideration of the…

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,…

Failure — A Narration

Dear Sir/Madam, Thank you for your interest in the JET Programme (ALT Position). After a careful review of all the applications, we are very sorry to inform you that you have not been shortlisted for an interview. Thank you for your interest in the JET Programme and we wish you every success in the pursuit…

#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…