Your sins will find you out

I’d rather care too much and risk the byproduct of bitchy than settle for an attitude that resembles blasé – that’s why, instead of banishing concerns and annoyances to the section of my brain where memories are inevitably lost and eventually forgotten, I like to revisit my multiplying demons… If anything, to reaffirm that I’m the [...]

Gobbledygook

There’s bad writing; then there’s boring writing.

It takes all kinds

… To make a world.
I am an overwhelming ‘C’ – conscientious to a certain extent, but critical to a fault. And because of my natural reflex to leave no stone unturned, the glass is always half-empty.
It was far less excruciating than expected. I asked questions; I did not give monosyllabic answers; I continued conversation – all surpassing [...]

Barking over biting

As Vanessa, in her infinite portmanteau wisdom, says, “just chillax“. I’m going to heed her advice and not depart on my usual crazed spree of hurling insults at every antagonistic person… Even though, in my crippling arrogance, I know I’m right.
Instead, consider these pieces of advice that I, as a lao jiao, dispense:

You are never [...]

Time and tide

Finally, a vulgar inkling to which the previous two entries allude – a grown-up break-up should comprise:

Emotions – there’s no reason for either person to be callous and cold-blooded.
Logic and sensibility to neutralise seemingly impetuous notions.
Exhaustive conversation that leaves nothing unturned.
No profanities.
No third-party.
The good sense to acknowledge its permanence.
Space.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

If you wish to add more salt to an already open wound…
SAD THING
Adult Child
I saw you
You in me
I saw you
You here in me
It’s so sad
Saddest thing

Eaten alive

There is little else I despise more than a lack of stoicism and a loss of strength of character, but one of the drawbacks of not being an open book is I usually get devoured by my can of worms. Then, I start talking to myself, punching walls and burying my head in my hands, eventually [...]

Wishful thinking

You remind me of Elisabeth Hasselbeck – shrill, annoying, unfunny, insipid, biased. But, like her, at least there is the occasional window of discernment.
And we thought the worst was behind us.

How few and far between

Are truly great pieces of writing.
I do not mean unending prose by William Shakespeare, Jane Austen and the like. Rather, my admiration stems from television scripts, wedding toasts and acceptance speeches – little things that will probably not be considered our canons of the future.
Whether I am able to continue with my Honours or etch [...]

Pray

Lord, give me strength; grant me wisdom.