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First, this work seems too worldly. Second, I am skirting the Machiavellian. Third, I don’t buy into the Westphalian order.
To come back home, home again.
Memories get embedded in songs. For me, Michael Buble’s Everything reminds me of existential MSN conversations that my secondary school friends and I had while waiting for DOTA to begin. Hillsong’s Sinking Deep recalls my struggle to immerse myself in God’s presence as I walked from Bras Basah MRT to Fortune Centre before the deluge […]
Exactly five months have passed since I returned from my TSB trip (and my escapade to Bali) and I find the wanderlust stirring again. Strange lands are calling out to me. These are pictures of Mongolia, my second favourite place in the world (for now). My favourite is Iceland. I have promised myself to revisit both. […]
What is it that is uniquely romantic about train journeys?
I remember how LOG began. On 12 September 2004, our batch met up the day after Confirmation. We sat in a big circle, with Youth Works (as they were then, now MSC) facilitating our discussion. Everyone was excited, everyone was on fire. But the discussion was going nowhere. Someone stood up then and took charge. […]