P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
I started writing novels (or novellas) when I was thirteen. Do you know that period when girls had massive, pathetic crushes on the guys in boybands? I remember it started with Ronan Keating, Gary Barlow, A.J. McLean, Taylor Hanson, and then Darren Hayes and so on. No matter how pathetic (tongue-kissing posters included, not to Read More …
I got off the pill over a month ago because I’ve been losing lots of hair for over a year. (The doctor called it Telogen Effluvium due to stress from travelling, but even a year after, my hair was still falling off whenever I was running my fingers through it. So it had to be Read More …
This room has the flair of an operating theater, and I think I will stay. I have nowhere else to go. The halogen bulbs are nice and dim, throwing light on the examination table. However, the light does not reach me. There is a pool of blood forming in front of me, but I feel Read More …
Three years ago, I arrived in Canada–ready for a new start, adventure, purpose. Three years prior to that, I arrived in London–ready to show the first draft of my novel to fellow students, writers and teachers. Three years prior to that, I graduated with Read More …
See through my eyes The green is the garden in which I bled It’s hard to forget My passion was built on a lie I dissected things that lived no more They fell dead at my feet I’d kiss you in a heartbeat Since I don’t know what else to live for The past is Read More …
Louisa hurt herself. It was ok; she didn’t feel anything. The knife cut through flesh. Before that happened, she was at the doctor’s office for PET scans of her brain. The results indicated little activity compared to normal people’s results. All she thought about was why everybody had to compare her to others. He asked Read More …
You may be too ashamed to share a particular sentiment because all your fellow artist friends are happy, and you wonder how they manage to maintain that happiness. However, what do emoticons and photographs really say anyway? A friend once said that he and you are the same, except that he was the better actor. Read More …
The kitten doesn’t like me. When Dad found her this morning on the doorstep, he thought it would be a nice idea to wake me with her. But instead of a pleasant wake-up call, the kitten scratched my head. When I come back from school, it stares at me as if I weren’t a part Read More …
I read Sybil in three days and watched the movie right afterwards. It was interesting to read how she and her other fifteen selves became one again. The story gave you closure. There was closure in real life, but it really felt good from a story reader’s perspective. Speaking of dissociation and closure, one of Read More …
I used to make lots of mixtapes for myself and my friends when I was younger. It started with cassettes and then burning on CDs. Many of my friends had the same taste in music, so it was easy to get along. I believe that I was lucky throughout my adolescence. Ever since I turned Read More …
