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…

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…

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,…

Procrastination — A Narration

5:30am I wake from my slumber, aided by the alarm clock on my phone. I peel my eyes open, bit by crusty bit. I stretch like a cat — the best feeling I will have all day — and allow my skin to touch every inch of my bed. Then, I prop myself up and…

Pursuing the Autumn Dusk: A Photo Essay

Highway after highway, the bus carrying several passengers, including myself, strode effortlessly along. I remember looking out of the window, watching neat rows of houses pass me by. “I wonder how life is like in those neighbourhoods,” I would muse over and over. Eventually, the houses disappeared, and we crossed over a deep gorge —…