P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
My body’s currently unstable; my entire left side seems to be struggling since I stretched a ligament in my left wrist. But this injury is nothing compared to what others have. I can’t afford a physio, that’s for sure. I’ve used up all my insurance after merely two visits. I’m already irritated when told to Read More …
Rest both your feet on your desk. It’s the kind of day you would try to teach yourself how to move every single toe on its own. If you are a former piano player, you would’ve practiced that with your fingers. Fingers are much more mobile since you have long phalanges and metacarpals. But toes Read More …
Enough of beating around the bush and metaphors – I shall be plain and simple for this one. I don’t care what people think anymore. I don’t care what people don’t understand. I don’t care what people really see. I don’t care if I’m a socially awkward introvert. If it doesn’t feel right, Read More …
I don’t know about you, but usually, I can only cope with one failure a day, not two. In the last few hours, I’ve been looking for excuses to make myself feel better. It started at work when I realised that I’m not made for accounting, but at least I could figure out my errors. Read More …
It feels like I’m close to a panic attack or something. I’ve absorbed a lot of negative energy from someone who really needed to let it out. But there is nothing that you can do to facilitate their anguish, hate and resentment. I used to hold grudges in the past, too, mainly because they gave Read More …
20:09 (evening) It feels like a long flight, although it isn’t. My legs are still numb. I mean, I sit at work for about the same amount of time, but I get to walk around. I have trouble sleeping, but I did nap for a couple of hours followed by two movies–my neck’s sore now. Read More …
I don’t summarise things because that’s when you lose the whole point of it. When you’ve written a book, you shouldn’t be able to reduce it to a short story, not to mention a summary. All the authentic sentiments would disintegrate into some tasteless and dull adjectives with no meaning because you don’t see the Read More …
She is a nurse at the hospital in the Northwest and doesn’t own a car. I later learned that she can’t drive and doesn’t have the time to learn either. Her hours are from four to midnight, and often she misses her last bus. Since many drivers don’t like going all the way to the Read More …
When I brushed my teeth this morning, I noticed something in my pupils that was very alarming. I moved closer to the mirror, and somehow, my head was in a black hole.
One recurring fear about publishing my novel is the hate that I might receive from feminists. I want to point out that there is no gender discrimination of any sort in this novel. I tell agents in queries that the story examines a female heart surgeon’s guilt and post-traumatic stress disorder. She has a twisted Read More …
