P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
I almost fell asleep during the Aurora Borealis screening. It’s simply not the same. And by no means does art bore me; I visit art galleries all the time. I’m an artist myself. The problem was that the more I was staring at the screen, the more I saw the inside of an avocado or Read More …
The sun doesn’t go down till after 11 p.m. I’ve been lying awake pretty much all night, but it has nothing to do with the brightness. It’s more the failure of reconnection with my head. Nothing I do seems to give me a sense of pride or self-accomplishment — like failure is written all over Read More …
It’s pretty scary for me typing my only blog of July on the Sony tablet; it certainly doesn’t feel right to me. Either there is a Word Document app or not, but I doubt it. I’m ashamed about how little I’ve written and the lack of mindfulness lately. It gets so bad that I forget Read More …
Rainy Blending in quite well Halfway through Too much ginger ale Nasty confessions Need to be said I’m becoming a good actress Still miss Audrey Hepburn Thinking about Alaska Highway A little escape My voice is tired My mouth is, too Most of the words I utter Don’t have to be Some breaths you’d rather Read More …
Craving a Scotch, he enters O’Malley’s bar late at night. Walking past the sign saying, “Sorrow can swim,” he attempts to build a descending surface above the water by setting an image of the sky crashing down. There are people in the world whose imaginations are so strong they could kill. But going insane is Read More …
I never usually title a blog before writing it. It seems inevitable today. Like Dexter, I love alliterations – my favourite technique in poetry as well as prose. The less I write, the more I forget. I’m currently sitting next to the non-fiction section with books categorized as “How to write different types of genres.” Read More …
I spotted many work holiday bloggers on Google, and I remember contacting them before my departure. The most useful blog was not the writer’s adventure but the tips regarding a bank account, SIN number, phone contract and health care. It wasn’t until later that I started paying attention to their experiences and wondering how the Read More …
I didn’t realise how significant my music is to me. The more I neglect it; the more my relationship with fiction recedes into the distance. And suddenly, there is nothing worth doing anymore. This is possibly the only moment where I feel lost. I know it’s a bad thing to say that I don’t really Read More …
Dear S., We haven’t talked in years, five to six perhaps, and I’m still sorry about how things ended. Though there was no specific end, it was more like a wheel that stopped turning, nothing drastic, and nothing dramatic. I admit I was angry, but at the same time happy for you. People do choose Read More …
Alien. Yes, it’s one of my favourite movies, but I’m referring more to the xenophobic aspects, unrelated to anything political. I’m just referring to a girl that grew up with this feeling of not belonging to a place. Thinking about it doesn’t mean it’s worth talking about it. The past is nothing worth remembering, but Read More …
