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Hobbes: Look, it says you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes. Calvin: EIGHTEEN?!? By then I’ll know better! During this year’s Sec 4 Retreat, the Sec 4s opened a letter that they had written to themselves nine months ago on the last day of their Sec 3 Camp 2015. I was eager to know […]

(Note on title: When in doubt, alliterate.) Personal update and pictures! Let’s go (in chronological order). (1) Catchup Conversations ‘Nuff said. Also, this #ilovesg picture: (2) Level 9 Without subs, without bundles, without locus, I appeared on my own before a JA on Friday. I used to be but am no longer on this file; […]

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of […]

Whenever a loved one passes away, there is tears, sadness, and pain. But there is a different kind of grief when someone young passes. It is a mourning not just for loss, but for disorder: something has happened that was not supposed to, something not in the natural order of things, something wrong. I felt […]

The Four of us had dinner one Thursday night at CHIJMES. I had attended a conference at MBS which ended an hour before we were supposed to meet, so I had taken a languorous walk over. N had come from school, and appeared in casual attire. L and Y came from work. The last time we had […]

1.   Caged I like the adventures because you know that when they say, “I’ve got a plan,” and then they tell you, you know it’s not going to work. And when they say, “I’ve got a plan,” and they don’t tell you, you know it is going to work, and it’s all very exciting. I […]

During this year’s logmas party, one way the Justins icebroke us was to get us to use a song to describe our love life. After catching my stumped looks (which I attribute not only to the difficulty of describing something non-existent / imaginary, but also to how past my bedtime it was), S eventually suggested Once Upon A December. I thought […]