P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
Hungry for prose, he wrote. Yes, I can relate too well, especially if everything feels like plastic or nothing. There have been too many of those days–-falling off the wagon despite knowing you could have held on to something or fall prey to mundanity while all you have to do is motivate yourself to go Read More …
The truth is, every day, I am full of it. It’s so obvious, translucent and perceptive that whenever I step my foot on it, it will be affected by it. “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” – Philip K. Dick. Why I opted for fiction? I’m hungry for Read More …
I’m at Sunterra with my journal but have no pen, which sucks. It’s better to write to you in your absence, which is why I came here. I also didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Never seen you so exhausted. I’m sipping at a very nice Chinese green tea and will do some shopping afterwards Read More …
Following the path that melts into the unknown Stirring all the incidents, drifting away from home Wandering through a mist of a reminiscence Resulted by the unreliable narrator’s innocence True lies in the body of fiction is reinvention Of the beauty and ugly in a more accurate formation P-chan (c) 2014
The Calgary sun feels lighter; it also puts less pressure on her head. Though, the cold is a different story to which her skin overreacts. Her hands have at least aged by five years. She pays attention to how the skin of her scalp plays with the dust in the sunlight. It feels like her Read More …
Sometimes it gets so dry that even your scabs struggle to heal your wounds. Urea cream or emulsifying ointment don’t always numb the itch, either. So you scratch and stretch your skin for the hell of it. It’s so dry that even your nail varnish remover falls off after hardening up. Some guy asked me Read More …
The last December post didn’t really happen. I tried to copy one of my previous blog posts from over three years ago and thought I would get away with it. Eventually, I decided not to be lazy. The past month has been a bit tough, involving a small array of deadly sins such as envy, Read More …
Some things will never change. You will see them again like reruns. The only difference is the wallpaper. What’s worse is that you won’t ever change, neither will the new things that you encounter. The realisation of this sucks, as it makes you think too far ahead. Plus, your mother wants you to think about Read More …
Silent is the cold Not a single word spoken Just another memory to unfold Here’s another glass door broken Love stories remaining untold Where are you going with the Subway token ? Who are you looking to hold??? P-chan (c) 2013
What if someone has killed the messenger? With all these layers of skin, how long will it take to break through it? If the glass is half full, why is the water still so low? What if Darwin had only done it for fame? Why did your mother not tell you the truth from the Read More …
