Growing up, I never felt that I could be myself around my peers. Everyone seemed so different from me, even though we shared the same culture and spoke the same language. It was quite obvious to me...

When I was in school, I was indoctrinated to study hard and become a useful member of society, whatever that means. Grades were an indication of how successful you were academically, never mind tha...

It has been over a month since I last posted on this blog, and while I haven’t stopped writing, lately I haven’t had a clear vision for a proper essay. Life got busy and I found myself coasting thr...

Recently, I finished reading a physical book from cover to cover. While I would have taken this as a good sign that my attention span has not suffered too much from my heavy screen time, I would al...

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities While writing an essay...

I remember coming across the Japanese art of kintsugi, which involves mending broken pottery using lacquer mixed with powdered gold. At first, I didn’t think too much of it: like many aspects of Ja...

Today, I made the choice to write this essay to explore my personal thoughts on choice. In a weird, recursive way, I am deliberately making choices on words to use in order to describe the nature o...

I was feeling rather nostalgic recently, so I decided to dig up an old Final Fantasy XIII fanfiction that I wrote way back in 2014 titled Tokyo Noir1. It’s a supernatural mystery story based on the...

I am currently going through a transition phase in my life. Originally, I wanted to write about that transition, but then I realised that I wasn’t ready for it yet. Perhaps the best way to describe...

The name of this blog was inspired by my time in university pursuing an engineering degree. Back then, I was full of optimism about how technology could be used to improve our quality of life, but ...