27 Exposures: Due

Outside the bustling Ximen Station in Taipei on 7 August 2015, I struggled vaguely to not move a muscle amidst the tornadic, ominous gusts of rain and wind; with my left eye tightly sealed for good measure and the optical viewfinder of the Fujifilm QuickSnap assuming control over my right vision, I was trying to…

50-Word Tale: Drei

In her special eau-de-Nil sundress, she took one long, elaborate drag on her cigarette. “Conrad,” she managed, “how will you remember me?” On her deathbed, he answered, “She was one of a kind…” “…the love of my life,” he finished as her breathing ceased and she laid lifeless. He wept. Today’s one-word prompt is Qualm….

Chacun À Son Goût

The itch to go off on a tangent may sound like a splendid arrangement at the outset; in lieu of sticking around a frowsty, threadbare laboratory after two o’clock in the afternoon on a protracted school day, wearisomely striving to fully grasp the significance of the periodic table, how about a loosey-goosey field trip to…

27 Exposures: Uno

My first single-use camera was named after Joseph Sugg, an up-and-coming YouTuber who had inspired me, ere my third visit to Taiwan, to procure the démodé device and experiment with old-fashioned photography. In two of his vlogs, he revealed a handful of remarkable images—contrived and candid alike—of effulgent subjects, lively soirées, and joie de vivre….

Pilgrimage

On foot of the persistent and worrisome decline in birth rates in Singapore since the 1960s, the Ministry of Education issued a communiqué on April 20 to apprise the general public of the amalgamations of fourteen primary schools, six secondary schools, as well as eight junior colleges in 2019. In spite of its clear-sightedness, this…

Chef-D’œuvre

Last November, when my family non-committally toyed with the idea of a mini-break to Sydney, Australia but ultimately settled for Seoul, South Korea, I had been religiously looking forward to the trip ever since. From reuniting with my aunt and cousin after four plodding months to beating a hasty retreat from work and responsibilities and…

50-Word Tale: Zwei

Naomi propped her dainty elbows atop the windowsill. “Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,” crooned her angelic and mellifluous voice in profound despair and poignant sorrow. The curtains chasséd to the rhythm of the wind. “Still it holds a goodly share of bliss,” someone husked. That startled her. The featured image is courtesy…

Bright-Eyed And Bushy-Tailed

Five Christmases ago, I was nineteen years old and a third-year student at polytechnic. I frowned, quizzically and dispiritedly, when at dinner time one evening a distant acquaintance rested an autographed self-help book onto my palms. “Thank you!” I chirped dryly. “You are welcome!” she plainly acknowledged before vanishing into a melee of family members…

50-Word Tale: Eins

“Rumour has it,” began she, with an air of practised coquetry, “that you are a stupendous judge by way of physiognomy decipherment.” “Word,” he chimed and arranged his tie. “To be sure you are a strumpet.” “And so ended our natter,” the demoiselle proclaimed. She smacked his right cheek hard. The featured image is courtesy…

There Is No Rose Without A Thorn

I am a twenty-something, permanently enervated financial advisor. Besides periodically indulging in cups of joe throughout the day just for the hell of it, more often than not, I hinge on them to vanquish fatigue and yawns. Coffee is practically the epitome of a lifesaver when it comes to uncharismatic clients or soul-destroying, inconsequential tête-à-têtes….

Esprit De L’escalier

As a business student who had dabbled in two or three marketing modules over the last six years, I know the concept of word of mouth backwards. As a matter of fact, it is a strategy that my subconscious habitually employs to hand-pick the next television programme to indulge in. It is by no stretch…