Fin.

When, finally, you realise you have nothing more to say. It’s a bittersweet mix of relief in knowing you can finally let go, coupled with the sad finality of doing so. But finally.

Firework

Some friendships – perhaps just a rare few – are like fireworks: they burst into life so quickly, so passionately, so beautifully and yet in a flash all that’s left are bright memories that fade deeper and deeper into the dark. You miss the lights, the spark, the flames. You miss the times, where, for one…

Trip

So we’re packing for the trip that nobody wants to make. The clothes – mainly blacks and whites – are hastily yet ponderously folded; the house has an air of purpose and helplessness all at once. We know where we’re going tomorrow, but we’ve never really been there before – not like this, at least….

The art of being single

Single. Though there are plenty of us out there, the word itself conveys – inaccurately, I might add – the inevitable notion that we are alone in our singleness. It doesn’t help that every Hollywood movie (even the ones about robots!) has an obligatory love story in it, or that Facebook is a virtual minefield…

So help me, God

Maybe because I’ve been here before, in the not-too-distant past, but this time, things are a lot calmer. It doesn’t hurt less, but I’m screaming less. Perhaps it aches even more, but this time I think I am seeking refuge in the right place. And painful, unwanted and inexplicable though it may be, I can…

Sometimes I wonder Is there anything more I can be, or do? When I feel like I’ve given everything I’ve got and it doesn’t seem enough, I just wish someone would like me for me And not the person I sometimes pretend to be But I do wonder, if me is just not enough.

Another Year

Hey Angel. It’s been 1 year and 4 days. Has it been only a year? To be honest, it seems like yesterday, because I remember it so well. And yet, I also feel like I haven’t seen you in a long, long time. I haven’t posted that much in between, so I only had to…

Date with Dad 2013

If I were 15 and my dad asked me out on a “date”, I’d be skeptical to say the least. Even at 25 and being a volunteer at Focus on the Family Singapore‘s Date with Dad event, I had my reservations — cue a few hours of awkward interactions and laboured bonding, I thought. As…

Can we be honest?

This article by The Gospel Coalition on Valentine’s Day, even as it comes to yet another uneventful end, was something I really needed to read. Can we be honest? Of all the talk about Valentine’s Day, I have to admit I don’t know it too well. Safe to say I’ve been on a few dates…

Just Smile & Wave

If you’ve watched any significant amount of episodes (as I have) of the hilariously endearing spin-off from Madagascar featuring its four famous penguins, you’ll probably find the title of this post slightly familiar. Used by their leader Skipper to instruct his men to put on a friendly and innocent facade, my following use of this…

Fine Lines

Dear Age, have you been working out? Because you seem to be catching up with me much quicker than before. It seems a strange thing to say at 25, but I think I can feel your breath on my neck as I try to stay ahead. By all accounts, most people look at me and…

I Stand Here Unashamed

I have not much to offer You Not near what You deserve But still I come because Your cross Has placed in me my worth Oh, Christ my King of sympathy Whose wounds secure my peace Your grace extends to call me friend Your mercy sets me free And I know I’m weak, I know…