Life in SG

People often ask me why I am such an optimist. They ask how I can always remain positive about the world and the people in it. The truth is, I have to. I have encountered places and fields where I see the worst... Read More...

Before anything else, I'd like to give my words of appreciation to my concerned friends and relatives who are never tired of asking how I am coping up with working and living here. To all: I'm safe and fine, th... Read More...

If ignorance were a crime, I believe I'd be in federal prison. I'm now about three weeks old in Singapore and one week in HeuLab, and I don't know anything yet about the Singaporean government and politics sinc... Read More...

Good morning. It's Monday once again, and I have a nice surprise for you: Another Detox: On Identity and Routine Yesterday was the end of your person-hood. Today, you become someone else. I have conspired with... Read More...

So here I am in Singapore. The first day was a day of fateful encounters. I carried four heavy bags all the way from the Changi Airport, to MacPherson Green Condo (via MRT), to Lorong 2 Toa Payoh (via cab), to ... Read More...

It's already February, and I've lost track of time. Time makes no sense in all of this; that is, the way it passes. It's Tuesday; I thought it was Wednesday. This is the effect of me being jailed in the four c... Read More...