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There is an Option
“The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a...
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Catharsis
I spent the weekend we went rafting and caving (wooo) telling myself to be more positive…and I must say, I’m quite a bit happier now. Not happy, but at least not on a perpetual mope – I suppose at...
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Merrily merrily
‘Tis the season once more, and it feels really nice to be carolling again after skipping a year. Today we carolled in Publika to a tiny audience of 8 or so, among a setup of miniature houses and lawns...
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2012 in Conversations
2012 is a bit complicated. It isn’t J1, or J2, or second year, or the year I graduated. So it’s 31 December 2012, the end of the year I … what? Where is my reference point? The year I turned 23,...
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So how was Taiwan?
Every time I go on a trip somewhere I look out (sometimes a bit too desperately) for that one stark trip-defining event. That moment I fell off my own luggage bag. That wall scrawled with the...
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Midnight Magic
Tonight, arriving home from an especially boisterous choir rehearsal, I go unthinkingly about my usual routine. I switch one living room light on. I head straight for the bedroom, feel for the ceiling...
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Do they know any better?
Over the weekend, with many hours to spare while I was waiting for my car to undergo servicing, I started on this book – a collection of papers on gender relations in South East Asia, which I procured...
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Where did our morals come from?
From a book I’m reading: “…Industrial society has a toxic effect on all religions…by propagating values based on purely materialistic assumptions. Utility thinking, maximisation of profit, the fetish...
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Festive, Reflective
One Saturday in December, we ducked into Coffee Bean for a bit before we were scheduled to carol (“Pee-purr…welcome the Young KL Singers!”) . With all the red and gold looking a lot like Christmas, the...
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Happy Christmas
Christmas two years ago began with a rainy morning spent cosying up on the sofa, watching reruns of cheesy Christmas movies. Christmas this year, tonight, ended with a revisit of the Christmas stories...
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The Hills Are Alive
Nothing gives me more joy than losing myself in beautiful scenery. Sitting in front of a lake guarded by white-streaked mountains, writing a postcard. Absorbing myself in a painting, slowly taking in...
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Coming Home
Here I am again, on the bus home for Chinese New Year. I dread this, I really do, and more so in the past few years than ever. Being at university for 3 years and inevitably having to skip CNY was a...
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Honest and happy
I find that a big part of growing up is becoming more honest with myself and less honest with people. Where I once simply flung a water bottle at my classroom wall in a fit of childish anger, I now...
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Longing but Belonging
Today I come home from work, weary, bitter, in pain, feeling as if the weight of the stifling heat and gloomy haze rested upon my shoulders. Are some people just naturally predisposed to be moody? At...
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Land Beyond the Moon
Tonight as I drove into the condominium parking area, I glimpsed the moon in a magical state – a starkly golden rim, brighter than usual, encircling a puff of dark cloud that had nestled in its pale...
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A Tale of Two Teachers, and a Retirement Speech
Growing up, my parents used to regale us with stories about the time they were posted to teach in rural Pahang. The stories always stirred up fascinating imagery – dank run-down rooms, broken...
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Unsettled
Like how the forest has its dryads, if the city had spirits, they would be entangled streams of black, dazzling gold, rust; bright, translucent, restless like the flame of candlelight at the mercy of...
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Troubles and joys
Cars, when watched from a great distance, appear to move much slower than the truth of it. Like slow-dancing fireflies, they trace out their paths in no great hurry, gliding past the glint and glimmer...
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Why I Have No Sense of Direction
I love watching and listening to raindrops fall on the car windscreen. It’s always amazed me how each drop would hurl itself so violently against the surface with the sound of a mini explosion…but end...
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Permanence
Tonight, I find peace being alone with the moon, in the comforting darkness of home. I watch the moon take its time to slip higher and higher into the sky, pulling and lifting away the weight of my...
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