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…

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…

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…

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 —…

Directionless in Tokyo

On 28 October, 2018, together with my parents, I embarked on what was my first ever trip to Japan. Although it was meant to be a family vacation, it was also an opportunity for me to ascertain for myself if Japan really is how I had made it out to be. You see, for the…

Less Is More — Yangon Reflections [Part 4]

This is a continuation of Part 3, which you can find here. 10:00am, Hesed Community Church, Nyaung Hwa Village On the penultimate day of our stay, we decided to visit a church familiar to the team that was there on a previous trip. Pastor Kyaw Min Tun was first introduced to us by Laval, and…

Less Is More — Yangon Reflections [Part 3]

As I began to write this, I realised that eight months have passed since we found ourselves roaming the streets and villages in and around Yangon. Although bits and pieces of the trip have blurred over time, the congregation of EEC remains vivid in my memory, and their joyous expressions continue to stir me. Social…