Someone asked me today what do I write about on this blog. "Death, life, love, sex, envy, pride, lust, what?" they said. It got me thinking for a while, and I wondered why isn't that I am writing about death, sex, envy, pride, and lust, even? Maybe, in some ways, I am, but am I... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who would be consistent to the point of boring and follow the Korean skincare routine, finish all the products I had flown in all the way from South Korea, and be predictable to myself. I wish that I was the kind of person who would leave... Continue Reading →
Know the superstition that your new year tends to follow the trend set by the first day of the year? I hope to God that that's untrue because the first day of my year was terrible. Honestly, so were the first two weeks. Moreover, so have been these 22 days. Now don't ask me to... Continue Reading →
I have a 10-piece Steadtler colored pens box, which when turned the right way, turns into a pen stand. It's so simple, it's God-damn genius. Just that I misplaced the pink color pen while at an event in office. I try not to think about it as the incompleteness of the box is gnawing to... Continue Reading →
Segments of dun-coloured time. A casual, wayward glance. Piling up of unwritten poems. Not picking up the chance. Peeling off the calendar, just because I should. Walking down least resistance, just because I could. Insipid storytelling. Sporadic laughs at sordid events. Insincere attempts unyielding. No surprises at consequence. Driving down to the city, because it's a Monday... Continue Reading →
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