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Aren’t we all
Have you ever decided to remain unmoved in response to someone else’s sarcasm? Some sarcasms are so cheap. For example, “don’t / aren’t we all” can be said in response to anything remotely relateable, like “I accidentally told my boss ‘love you’” or “I think my cat hates me”. “Living the dream” is often said… — read more
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Is Kuromi bi?
Little has been written about Kuromi’s sexuality. In this post, I argue that Kuromi is bisexual and explain my reasons for that. It is not entirely appropriate to categorically infer a person’s sexuality, so, as a caveat, I must say the impetus for this post is only of light hearted curiosity and to collect my… — read more
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Chinese dumpling
I had a bite of this soup dumpling. Pork and cabbage. Little did I know it wasn’t soup. It was anxiety boiling up within a sheet of silence that is creasing under the heat. Today is the day. This restaurant near Eastwood train station is humming with couples in their thirties with their kids. They… — read more
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Vicarious touching
Sex is hard. My wife rarely smells right. It seems she has trouble wiping off her pee. It might be a universal problem for women for they have a lot more layers and folds within their system. Highly inefficient system. The money they spend on toilet paper could be saved towards rent. They also grow… — read more
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Soup
One of my cherished delights in childhood was a cold bowl of fishhead soup. The gelatin glistened around the eyeball, the delicate crunch of the cartilage, and the tender flesh melted like the dreams I used to have. I don’t usually do much on my birthdays. I sit on the blue couch. I play with… — read more
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Superiority
I have always been possessed by a grave sense of superiority. I had almonds for breakfast today, six almonds, to be exact. I almost went to the pool this morning, but I decided not to because I’d rather have my six almonds. The fact that I could choose to have almonds instead of going to… — read more
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Prefects
Anne bakes the best croissants. Bill cracks the best jokes. I make the best prefect. The smell of chalk mingled in the air as Mr Mark wrote my name in front of the class. Ugh. Smells like the 80s. Sounds like my girlfriend’s squeal when she saw me. Nostalgic and unwelcoming. I had no intention… — read more
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Leonardo da Vinci
I don’t always think about death, but when I do, I really think about it. A part of dying is learning that the quality of the things you put on and inside yourself really matters. The horror that I would be buried in threadbare underwear. The horror! Those faded patterns, the elastic that has seen… — read more