What is love? Everyone has an answer, some less fruity than others. I have considered the cynics and the romantics. Our material culture is saturated with a desperate emptiness, singing of an answer called Love. I have heard the songs, I have watched the films, promising utopias of Happily Ever After. And then, occasionally, I […]Read more "What is Love I: Starting Again"
Hello! You may not remember me; I barely remember myself, but hello! It’s been awhile since I have written, due to a combination of sloth, procrastination, other interests, and interesting people in my life. I had initially thought of launching back into another entry, but I thought too long a time has elapsed for me […]Read more "Sunday Afternoon Ruminations"
From Singapore to Jakarta, it is about 1hour 40minutes. I spent the flight crammed into a tiny little AirAsia seat. As I flipped through the in-flight magazines boredly, the spectacular Bromo Massif caught my eye. I’d been here in 2013, and recognised the iconic scene: Gunung Batok squatting primly in the foreground, Bromo simmering lazily […]Read more "Old Lines and New Voyages: Thoughts en route to Jakarta"
I’ve never been good with birthdays. What are you supposed to do on your birthday? I blame my parents. They are very unenthusiastic people when it comes to following social conventions. I always empathised with Scout Finch when she complained that Atticus wasn’t like other dads who drank or smoked or (in my case) watched football […]Read more "Celebration: A Birthday Reflection"
I am a Tinder veteran. Naturally this throws up many inconvenient questions in a Singaporean milieu that is (or rather, pretends to be) conservative. I’ve been on Tinder for about a year now, after having joined this app out of curiosity – the anthropological kind, and the schoolboy’s kind. I mean, I have to first […]Read more "The Secret to Talking to Girls"
The problem with me is that I don’t give up. No, i don’t mean that in a humble-bragging kind of way. There’s supposed to be an element of underlying awe, respect and homage paid to someone when you say that a person doesn’t know when they’re beaten. This isn’t it. The problem with me is […]Read more "The Curse of Optimism"
Have you ever jumped through hoops? I actually mean to ask: have you ever been a Prefect, Class Monitor, Student Councillor, or Officer? I met a CJC schoolmate the other day as part of a gathering, the friend of a friend, whom I’d faintly had a mild distaste for in the past. I never actually […]Read more "Don’t be Prefect: On Conformity & Complexity"