Copywriting — One Big Claw Machine

Fuck. I mutter bitterly under my breath as the claw machine I’ve been glued onto for the past hour or so continue to deny me my coveted prize. This time, it almost came through, but not quite. The truth is, it has been more than an hour. A lot more. Yet, I show no signs…

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…

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…