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NON FICTION: Sometimes you just got to keep on walking
“I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.” # We’ve all had rough times in our lives. One of mine happened when I freshly graduated from college (at the age of 29). It was barely a few months after my mom’s passing, I… — read more
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NON FICTION: Different is bad, so you’re bad
I may have romanticised the writer’s life way too much. I’ve always pictured the typical writer as a broken but attractive soul, shelled up in his (or her) study, surrounded by books and way too many mahogany chairs. He’d stare out his window, lift his finger in exclamation, and break out his trusty typewriter (a Remington,… — read more
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NON FICTION: 3 Months of Vegetarianism, 3 Things Learned
So it’s been more than three months since I’ve turned vegetarian. I figured the one month mark wouldn’t do it justice, so I held on for a bit before starting on this post. The first thing that you’d probably ask—especially if you’ve known me—is why? Why succumb yourself to such torture? Have you found a new… — read more
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NON FICTION: Opportunity Costs
I never really talk to strangers. That’s besides the fact that I can’t hold small talk for nuts. But my conversation with Eileen was as effortless as reciting the alphabet, and the return flight from Siem Reap was over in an instant. As she gathered her little backpack, I asked her if that was all… — read more
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NON FICTION: No Mistakes in Life
He took a failing airline company and turned it for profit. Then he was thrust upon an international disaster, to which he showed the world what leadership meant. He’s also my new boss, and today, I’m about to give him a haircut. My tools clatter in my trembling hands. Wait, did I say tools? I… — read more
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FICTION: The Great Machine
FOREWORD: I submitted this piece to a submission call, but it got rejected, so here it is. My blog needed updates anyway. # Sol was poring over the building plans when the front door flung open. He traced his fingers along floor 48. “Babe, close the door,” Sol said. “The smog’s getting in.” When no… — read more
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NON FICTION: Life lessons I learned from climbing
Shit I don’t think I can make this move. Looks like a scary drop if I don’t stick this. Am I tied in properly? Why am I doing this again? Not limited to one thought per climb, I often find myself second-guessing my intent of trusting my life with a pulley the width of my… — read more
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NON FICTION: The Singaporean romance (Part II)
Finally, I’ve gotten around to continuing this personal recount. Read part one here. *** The phone rang, and I would sooner chew on broken glass than pick up the call. Cindy rarely called anymore, so when her name registered on the screen, I was sure that having a serious talk would be an understatement. I… — read more
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NON FICTION: Hiatus diaries
An out-of date blog reeks wretchedness. It’s that feeling you get when you peer into them dingy ‘cybercafes’ with computers that are actually gambling machines—and while we’re on that subject, I wonder why they don’t just straight up break out the blackjack tables, because that shit ain’t fooling anyone. — read more
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