Celebrating life amidst the tragedies

It’s funny how life happens sometimes. Mother Nature has her own secrets and course of life that she does not reveal. Natural disasters – which are full of heartbreaks and loss for us – is perhaps, just her changing, stretching, evolving to prepare the for the future. 2015 has been uncertain – not for me…

Do you think the way I do?

These days, there’s a thrumming in me that I cannot stop. I wake up not knowing what to do with it and I go to sleep at night feeling weary and afraid of myself. Most of the times I forget how lucky I am – unable to be thankful for the opportunities given to me, the…

Between you and him – I choose me.

You could have been – or he could have been. Life has never been predictable (where’s the fun in that? We are after all a masochistic bunch). I sometimes wonder if you could have been the one to make me happy instead of him. Or maybe he’s a temporary pleasure-releasing medium while you await in…

A reminder for the year 2015

January 1, 2015. Finally. In the last year, I have travelled to 9 different places in Asia. I am not thrilled by the idea of traveling – that word itself is a luxury that is now taken for granted with the emergence of low cost carriers and dozens of review sites/blogs. The idea of traveling tires…

Why the Ex needs to be in the picture

It was a sunny day. We stayed back past school time and you talked to me about my pursuance of History – a major I eventually dropped in University. You were and perhaps still are the perfect fit – musician, photographer, reader, writer and all rolled into one – you were me in some ways…

Two lives in one

There are many instances to tell love stories. Some are grand and dreamy, others are humbling in their expanse…regardless, I think most love stories exist between the crook and cranny of the ordinary, in the daily to-do-lists and mundane 9-to-5s. Most of all, they exist in the repetition of a strong understanding that love is never just a…

To the boy I love.

There’s a light touch on my shoulder that I cannot shrug off. I remember the very firsts we had with each other – a rarity in our twenties where clamorous articles try to feed you with the whys you should be single and how you should find yourself first. Regardless, I found you anyway. There was a time…

The unspoken words in my heart.

Five. That was your initial number. Ten. That was your second number. About Fifteen. That is your latest number. Sometimes I wonder about the city lights, its flickering movements and ghastly reflection on the Singapore river, and I wonder what has changed after these four years, and I realised nothing. Nothing about the city has…

Are you living or merely breathing?

I get that the High Life defined by the people of today’s generation seems to be luxury goods, unnecessary number of good food and a lot of traveling with even more pictures posted on Facebook and Instagram. That seems to be the Asian mentality and it’s fine with me if you subscribe to it; after…

Home is but a name.

I admit I have been, and am fickle. My complaints of the city has been revoked and of late, I find myself staring adoringly at the city lights, struggling to come to terms with this new found love, unable to look away at the same time. Is this home now? I have never had a…