You must be a long time ago. So strange, isn’t it, that they give the same words to things that mean so differently, to colours that contrast, but cannot conjoin. Because the sky isn’t the same at midnight as it is at midday, because silky is a texture that is not the same as sapphire. […]Read more "Blue"
How do worlds end? In a supernova flash, or a whimpering flicker? Which world ended today? Just a small one, as I finished my last writing conference at the USP Writing Centre yesterday, at about 3pm. It did not dawn on me until midway through the session, as I laboured to explain what was problematic […]Read more "USP Lives: Making the Write Choice"
It’s the last official day of my undergraduate life! I am not good with goodbyes. And after such a long hiatus from blogging, I am not too sure if I am still good with this writing thing. But I thought that today of all days would be a good day to pause, to reflect and […]Read more "The Glow at the End of the World"
What does the history of a Zoological Garden have to do with the history of a Garden City? Over the course of the past months and weeks, several of my friends have been asking to read excerpts of the Honours Thesis which I have written. While I am deeply flattered by the attention, I cannot […]Read more "Other Singapore Stories"