P-chan's messy head
In the last couple of weeks, the most intimate moment must have been Richard Patrick holding my hand while singing one of my favourite songs. I swear there was a spark. Other sweet incidents involve invitations and WhatsApp messages from out of the blue. You would believe one has already forgotten about you, but in Read More …
Do you remember when Mr. Keating said that the way you walk defines you as a person? Lately, each step I take feels like a fall inside a dream – like a hypnic jerk. You twitch like you’re falling or slipping. Then I check if my eyes are open; I check if I’m walking on Read More …
Do you remember waking up as a child, hoping that time would go fast so that you would be an adult by tomorrow? I used to fantasise about running away as soon as I turned 18. And I did run away. To England. For a second, it felt like it had never happened or like Read More …
What if distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder? Maybe I’m imagining things again, which you know is deadly for one’s perception of reality. I’ll be sleeping on a mattress cover tonight with no blanket with my head resting on a discoloured pillow formerly soaked with sweat reminiscent of my worst nightmares. I donated my Read More …
I should stop focusing on things I can’t change. I should stop focusing on things I can’t change. I should stop focusing on things I can’t change… Due to a bus diversion, I had to walk from Moorgate all the way to London Bridge and wait almost 35 minutes for my bus. It’s 04:09 a.m. Read More …
Can you ever be jealous of someone’s memory? Imagine this person is re-experiencing this memory with you without you knowing it. Eventually, you find out, and it hurts to think that during that particular moment you thought was special, he wasn’t thinking about you—tough shit. Should you have reacted that way? You certainly can’t help Read More …