Category Archives: Randoms

Things I haven’t put in their place.

Stranger in a Strange Land

I haven’t written here for a long long while, and this is such a positive post you need to brace yourselves.

A lot of people assume that good-looking and/or attractive individuals do not have problems with loneliness. Especially one with a career. A supportive family. A circle of friends. With what appears to be a perfect life.

That is untrue.

(I assume here that I am perceived to be attractive and/or good looking by my peers. Many have told me so. If they had lied, then it’s no fault of mine that I think this way.)

Sometimes I find myself seeking company or conversation from strangers – even if I do not know them well, they seem to provide a modicum of solace. I find myself blindly trusting and liking people. Because I want to like them, and want them to like me.

I find myself trying my damn hardest to love others unconditionally. All in the hopes that perhaps I will find a true friend who genuinely cares about and understands me, in this utterly strange land that I am in.

It is stupid, and I am learning my lesson.

The world is full of self-centred, self-serving liars. And I am so naive. I have been so since I was 17… and now at double that age (and some) I am still ridiculously naive.

It’s time to wake up. There are no shortcuts in relationships.



is a place.

it’s an exact duplicate of the real world. except everything is grey, faceless and dull.

everything stirs nothing.
all are one and the same.

i should know. i live here.


Self-Righteousness & Petitions

What good does it do, but drive those who are already alienated further away from the way, the truth and the life?



The Grass is Greener…

The Grass is Greener...

A visual journey of Yuhui’s sojourn in New Zealand.

Date a girl who reads

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.” – – Rosemary Urquico



I just wanted to say hi. That I am still here. I am trying to write, but not finding the words.

A Quiet Moment

Silence is a rare commodity in crazy Singapore. Ever so often, my eyes trick me into seeing oases in the shimmering shadows; my ears fool me with hushed whispers of the trees.