Published.


Its finally out.. the 10th Singapore Tertiary Chinese Literature Award Publication is out.
The design and packaging is so much better than last year's. Ha.

And the title is simple, unassuming in its own way.
But.. got character.
I like.

“我就喜欢写”


Last year's was called “自由。生命”.
Can't help but feel that it sounded pretty 'communistic'. Ha.



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I sought some form of comfort from the chanting that came from the funeral wake at the void deck.
Comfort sounds weird, consolation sounds more appropriate isn't it?
But i wasn't feeling any sense of consolation.
Why should i be feeling a sense of consolation?
I only felt a sense of peace and calm aura within me.
within me.. yet invoked by an external stimulus.

At least, the chanting and prayers sounded more real than so many other things in life.
There were many relatives and friends present at the wake.
The place was brightly lit up and was filled with the noise and chattering from adults and kids.
The chanting was clear despite the noise.
Until it came to a point when all i can hear is... the chanting.


And that feeling was nice.