I’ve always had an affinity with the road. The endless stretch of tarmac beckoning me to follow — on wheels. An odyssey. A new adventure. Countless lives, passing me by — played out in droves. So many different people. But, above all, I’m free. My woes and troubles, left behind, further and further, until they’re…
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Two Months in Kofu
I honestly don’t know where time went — one minute I was bidding my family goodbye as I walked past the departure gates, and the next thing I knew, a little over two months had passed since I started my new life in Japan. I’m not sure if anyone expected a regular stream of new…
Kofu, Week 2 — The Sleepy City
Kofu is the capital city of Yamanashi Prefecture and home to some 200,000 residents, and the cityscape from afar seems to suggest that it is a pretty bustling place to be, with buildings sprawled from one end of the city to the other. Yet, my increasingly distant walks paint a different picture — one of…
Kofu, Week 1 — New Beginnings
Before I left Singapore for Japan, I told anyone who had to put up with my annoyingly incessant conversations about the latter that I was looking forward to the many challenges that would invariably fall my way as I navigate foreign lands on my own. Hoo boy, did I get one the moment I stepped…
Nomadic Affair — Chapter II
I was debating for a bit, if I should be publishing this, mostly because I didn’t want to overly dramatise moving abroad, and partly because I didn’t want to jinx what could possibly by the biggest life decision I’ve made in my entire life, all 30 years of it. As I write this, less than…
Living a Quarter-Year at a Time — Lessons and Reflections
I always found movie quotes tacky and never really bothered to appreciate them — at least until I discovered a few relatable ones that seemed to speak to me in the season of life I was in; and perhaps that was the catalyst I needed. Growing up, I was a big fan of the Fast…
Lessons From The Fort of Shame
Nov 16, 2019 On a downcast Saturday afternoon, my girlfriend and I decided to pay the nearby Old Ford Factory a visit. Tucked away in an enclave just beside a sprawling nature reserve, the war archive was probably a place you would have visited if you were a student in Singapore embarking on a mandatory…
Confessions of a Calloused Christian
I’ve been a Christian for 20 years now (I’m 27 this year). I grew up in a Christian household and I suppose it was only a matter of time before I took on the faith as well. Would I go so far as to call myself a true believer? I still don’t know, but allow…
Where Apologetic Faces Are A Currency
It’s that damn review. They were always punctual, but not this one. You see, it was to be my final appraisal before the company would confirm me as a permanent staff. The past sessions indicated that I had been doing well, but faint ripples were already punctuating still waters. “Sales have been terrible,” I heard…
Guilt-Free Fatigue
Hello, it’s me. After dusting the cobwebs off this musty writing space, I bring back from my adventures outside, a bag full of emotional burdens. What’s new? While I was away from my blog, I worked full-time as a copywriter for a particular brand, so I stopped writing, but I never really did, if this…
Nomadic Affair 