• life - miscellaneous

    Bite-size X’s

    X #1. As I steer my way in and out of the human crowd during peak hours after work, I imagine myself watching my movements from a high vantage point. I must have looked like a tiny blip zig-zagging through the sea of other blips. There are times that I feel it’s harder to maneuver my way amidst the human traffic than it is driving on the 5-lane 405 freeway. Thank goodness PMS only happens once a month, else I’d be bald by now from all the pulling of own hair. X #2: This island republic is over-saturated with consumption. I don’t mean it in…

  • life - musings - people

    The Pricetag of A Human Life

    Yesterday afternoon during lunch with colleague, she pointed out there’s been quite a number of bodies found in water (here in Singapore). There’s the maid in the water tank of a HDB flat; there’s the half-body found in Bedok reservoir; and there’s the body floating in Singapore River. Are there any others? I can’t remember. Unless someone invented an immortal pill, death is something everyone has to go through. It’s nothing new, but there is something about it that bothers me — it’s how the living regards the dead that bemuses me, to a certain extent. I say “to a…

  • life - musings

    Reflections on 2010

    Two thousand and ten was, for me, a great year. I completed most of the things I said I would do, I visited a few places, I’m one step closer to my dream, had quite a few revelations, made quite a few good friends, met interesting people, but most of all, I had a few surprises thrown at me that I never thought would’ve happened in my lifetime. I am reminded, once again, that life is so much more than what our senses tell us, that there is something bigger going on in this universe. It sounds vague, but only…

  • life

    Sand Brain

    They say the texture of the brain is like tofu. Tonight though I feel that mine is like a pile of sand held together by water, which really isn’t working. Every grain of sand tries to adhere to one another but attempts are futile because they aren’t meant to be that way. My mind, alas, remains scattered all over the place; and I, for once, will just let it be. Tomorrow when the sun is out and the weather calm, I will sweep up them all up and mold them into one again.