Once in a while I mock other people's writing. Today is one of those days ( Read more... )

2009: my most talkative summer yet. I've been spending so much time sitting outdoors, breathing in muggy Singapore smells - carbon monoxide, cooking oil, drying paint. My smoke, mixing with yours, clinging to us. I water my throat with caramel tea, acrid lime juice - and ask question after question, wanting nothing more than to know, pausing to ( Read more... )

To celebrate being twenty-one, we went to a porn cinema. It felt like a necessary rite of passage, like teenage boys peer-pressured into visiting blase prostitutes. Afterwards, we even experienced a similar ache of disillusionment. For practical reasons - it being the only film in English - and because it possessed the most promising title, we ( Read more... )

I want my own apartment; it'll be small but immaculately designed, with moody lighting and a superior sound system. And I'll invite lots of people over to watch movies or listen to music with me, till late, on my settee; we'll lean on each other beside a paper lampshade. Once in a while we'll turn everything off and talk in the dark. I'll keep a ( Read more... )

Guess who's back in town?

( Locked-In Syndrome, 2206 words )

Today I may have witnessed the worst fashion faux pas of the century, beating even harem pants. I saw a plump blonde girl wearing a short top - with no sight of a suitable bottom. But that happens every day!, you protest. Well, she wasn't wearing leggings, but sheer grey stockings.

They were ripped at the crotch.

Today I thought, very briefly, about apocalyptic cults, and how I empathise with them. I empathise with everyone who believes in an end. We're all going to hell. We're all going to heaven. The scientists say it'll be a meteor, trembling as it approaches its destination. People need a climactic resolution, but I don't believe in one. As I see it, ( Read more... )

I interrupt the long-drawn silence just to say: support the Optimum Population Trust, people. Stop breeding unnecessarily! That aside, a proper update soon.

The GarretCome, let us pity those who are better off than we are ( Read more... )