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…

An Artisan’s Heart

Recently, I watched a show in which a seasoned bag-maker was showing a new hire the ropes. In a seemingly unusual move, the veteran began teaching his charge how to cook, explaining to him that cooking was a lot like bag making, in that one needed to effectively put different materials together to create a…

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…

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…

Writing — A Playground for My Inner Anarchist

There is a scene in The Dark Knight where the Joker, having successfully cornered Batman into choosing between saving either Harvey Dent or his girlfriend, Rachel (he chose the former), decided to pay the rescued — albeit with half a face charred off — Harvey at the hospital. In the ensuing dialogue, as the Joker…

At the Train Line’s End

As a young boy, I was fascinated by the world around me, which, at five, consisted of my neighbourhood. One longstanding interest was that of trains — in fact, I still have my collection of Thomas the Tank Engine toy trains and tracks. I would be hard at work all day piecing together different track circuits,…

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…

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…