All I have are moments. Moments of her with her long hair blowing past her eyes so bright I want to lift my fingers to her face and hide their honesty; moments of staring into the nape of her neck and wondering if her eyes are open or shut and if she feels as much as I do. Moments of watching her breathe in her sleep. When everything else fades I ( Read more... )

Every time I am here I feel like I've come back to something that I've forgotten, something that I've left alone for a very long time. The lights and the crowds are ghosts out of an old memory; it is so strange to see them again - a sea of silent noise and faces that changes and changes to hide you away from my sight. This place should not be here ( Read more... )

There is nothing here but darkness and silence. Leaning back against the wall, I find myself surrounded by a clutter of dusty costumes and forgotten props. There are strains of distant conversation, of people talking and the occasional bout of laughter, muted through the cold walls around me. Footsteps echo occasionally, passing by, never stopping ( Read more... )

My great uncle builds houses out of cardboard. Every Chinese New Year when we visit him in his tiny two-room flat, the old man brings out a new model of his dream home. The houses are always simple yet spacious, carefully constructed in the style of traditional Chinese family mansions. These rooms are for his daughter's family, he would say, ( Read more... )

Favourite foods: steaming hot Hainanese chicken rice - boneless, with lots of chilli; two plain roti pratas with thick curry and bread to wipe the curry bowl clean; ice-cold Milo, sweet but not overly so; kaya toast dripping a little and toasted to just the right crispness; hot coffee that burns my tongue because I’m too impatient to wait, with ( Read more... )

Out of inspiration for the month, and promos are coming up. As such, I'm giving up on August's batch of 100 Words, though I'll probably write a few random entries throughout the month. In the meantime, here's an entry from the start of the month:
As a child, I often played with my two older cousins and my younger sister. When I was six, one of my ( Read more... )

There will be no songs written about our love. We are singularly unromantic in our angst, beautifying what we can't see. I would paint us immortal, our feelings sublime. Instead, I think about you at the most mundane of times, like when I am making a sandwich or watching Taiwanese idol dramas. And it is at mundane times like these that I miss you ( Read more... )

The waters here are clearer than the skies are at home. Walking down an unfamiliar beach, I am faced with the sudden realization that I am alone. Behind me, the crashing surf drags my footprints from the sand and drowns them in the ocean. The breeze blows across the silent sea and echoes in the farthest reaches of the sky beyond. Love seems too big ( Read more... )

The sea is as stormy as the sky is grey; you couldn’t top this feeling with a thousand songs. As the wind howls in our ears, as the waves crash and sigh beneath us, as we struggle to keep afloat on these many waters - all we know is that we are together and we are unafraid. Bitterness is for fools; we lose it not so long as we can smile. No one but ( Read more... )

I've been featured on the 100 Words front page!

[edit 11/05: replaced the link with a screenshot now that the page has been updated. lol.]