Lau Siew Mei wrote wonderfully and terrifyingly about the supernatural world and the treachery of our own internal mind’s workings, creating an entrancing narrative of a neighbourhood that charted each other’s lives and were interconnected by voids meant to be filled, or that had been haphazardly filled.Read More
I met a stranger in the skin of someone familiar.
In June, 2015, I remember running to the sinks and turning on the faucet. I never turned on the faucet with my bare hands in school because the sink faucets were dirty as hell, and we all knew it.
MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC is an innocent-looking book; packed within its pages are seemingly explosive weapons filled to the brim with gun powder. Do we say phrases like ‘filled to the brim with gun powder’? Is that sentence correctly constructed? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the debut collection of Amanda…Read More
V is Virginia Woolf and V is also for Validation. The two are not necessarily inter-related, but there is a certain something about her Vivacious life.
— Do we just do what we love or do what we’re supposed to do?
But her home country hurts me now and I cannot demand an apology, because I am not Enough for even the shower to cry over. – written for a friendRead More
The New One Minute Manager is a slim volume—one that I imagine is much slimmer than its first, older edition [the #1 Bestseller on Managing Your Work and Life]—and not what I expected at all. The book’s authors are Ken Blanchard and Spencer Johnson, and both of them came together to write an awesome book.…Read More
via Daily Prompt: Conversation Conversation is a two-way street because it takes two people to interact, to form a connection, to constantly ensure that the other is enjoying each other’s company–whether they are opening their mouths to a heated discussion or simply basking in the presence of a common interest. Conversation – to me this…Read More
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At this point only a walking Christmas tree with turkey leg ornaments hanging from its branches would be able to stir some sort of Christmas-festivity in me.Read More
A Reflection on why I’m Sighing: I just can’t get into anything. One of the most horrific things ever would be losing the energy to do somethin because the passion that was previously in you, to work like a dog to achieve that something, has dwindled. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but if…Read More