I don’t remember what they called him at the SPCA. I only gave him the name “Nacho” after a day or two. Nacho was the first dog that I called mine. I was 22 going on 23. I remember going to camp in the morning and wanting to call home to let him hear my […]Read more "Nacho"
I hiked in Horton Plains in August. At the start of the trail, rangers inspect your belongings forbidding anything plastic. In front of me were two young men, probably Taiwanese judging from their accent. You follow them, my driver repeated for the 10th time. At first his nagging was cute, but on day 4, I couldn’t take it and brushed him […]Read more "An essay on silence from a hike in Sri Lanka"
The girl nods. She thinks she knows what he means. The boy continues. “I think that’s one of the most painful experiences a person can have in life. I feel so sad and it hurts so much that I wish I could just go ahead and die, seriously. Actually I take that back, it’s not […]Read more "About Love and Living"
I got a call from Liansheng sometime in January 2015. Last I had worked with Liansheng was as an actor for The Boy Inside. This time, he asked if I wanted to direct the NUS Arts Festival opening show featuring Jeremy Monteiro. He was writing text around jazz favorites. The show would be called Words […]Read more "Words and Music"
Ah Huat: Me, a pathfinder. And which is my own path? What road am I travelling on, where am I heading? The sky. And you, the moon. You look as if you are always up there. It’s hard to imagine that you’ll ever wane, ever eclipse. And the stars, so fixed in the sky. Such […]Read more "Excerpt from The Moon Is Less Bright"