Fragmented Musings

In memory of Lai Hock

I was intrigued by “The Myth of Sisyphus” by Albert Camus when I first knew about it. It tells of Sisyphus being punished for eternity…

Every year I try to quietly reflect on the annual return of the sun’s position on my birth. I read last year’s entry, and I’m always amused…

I couldn’t fall sleep last night, so I thought of listening to a podcast. I don’t usually listen to podcasts because they make my head hurt…

sometimes there is just no justification or meaning

Is some sort of extreme isolation necessary to connect deeply?

I picked up Dark Matter on my kindle immediately after reading this post by Heath W. Black, and finished it within two days. Like Heath it…

to her, whom I love.

Every year I write one of these. The annual anniversary of my day of birth has never really felt celebratory to me, but rather a period of…

I usually write these new year posts on the new year itself, so it is probably telling considering how late it is.

Complex and simple, rich yet fluid, primal but transcendent. Words I use to attempt to describe the ball of feelings when I am with her. I…

It has been a year since I left the US to return to Singapore. There have been times within the past year when I would find myself in…

a tale of an extraordinary friendship

“I dare you to love me” — a line in one of my favorite movies, “Imagine me and you”, where they talked about what the lily represents. I…

reflections on turning 35

it made me love humanity and myself at a depth I never did.

To endure whatever may come

her last gift to me