you.
A ball of feelings fell down to earth. After bouncing around for a while, it came to my head and stayed. There it got immersed within my memory and created my mood of the day. Always the easiest thing, blaming…
sleep.
Reality. Learning. Memory. Each morning, she would wake up with an understanding that today is another day. That there was yesterday, and there will be tomorrow. That today is a present sandwiched by the past and the future, and that…
red.
Just before our wake, we moved slowly towards the window, bodies locked. The sky was red, the ground white and pinetrees black, their tops covered in snow. It was way past midnight, but the whiteness of the ground reflected back…
the strand.
Here’s what I’ve just finished editing. THE STRAND | Show Trailer from Trax Arts on Vimeo. B, Stu, Daniel and I shot it. Actors are Sal and Ting. Location is Preston Markets, Melbourne, Australia, where we work night and day…
architect.
It is only people who did not know that I am an architect inside out who would think that I am a spy. Career Inventory Test Results Extroversion ||||||||||||||| 43% Emotional Stability ||||||||||||||| 50% Orderliness ||||||||||||||| 46% Altruism ||||||||| 26%…
the name game.
The Name Game – or the years of living with no one to blame, is finally published at Inside Indonesia. Last night, after the University of Amsterdam and the Australian Defense Force Academy, Canberra, for the third time I gave…
there, there.
Where are you now, he asked. I said here. Here where? he continued to ask. Here here, I said. I’m staying. There there? Yes, here here. Nowhere else, here here, as in here. That’s amazing, he said. Isn’t this the…
accident.
All events in life are actually accidents. Some events just simply happen much faster than the others. We tend to only think that an event is an accident when it happens so quickly that we cannot react properly to save ourselves…
scar.
Around a week ago, my left index finger suddenly started to retrace a subtle scar on the flesh side of my left thumb. I remember very clearly what happened. It was a hectic day and I was finishing up work…
dysrhythmia.
Welcome, o sweet jetlag. Sway, tickety toe, with my melatonin; play it hell to the longest days in the verge of summer, come. Goodbye, bitter insomnia, your flawless day for nights; such a boon for the stars twinkle tricking my…