Our friend told me you were seeing someone else I told her I hoped you were happy, and I meant it. What I felt for you is ebbing, like the tide at high water And sand worn smooth by the lapping of the sea.
Master Neo was my company sergeant-major in 8 SIR. He was an easy boss to work for, for like most army regulars he had no great love for his job, and was content to simply turn up each morning and do the minimum amount of work necessary to collect his generous pay-check. His real passion … More Master Neo
I wanted to begin this story by telling you that Nicholas Tan and I were friends. But if I told you that I would be lying, and although my days as a journalist are long behind me, some part of me still cannot bring itself to renounce its worship of Veritas, that false goddess for … More Mirror, Mirror
Already, I am losing her. I once told myself that part of me would love her forever, that I would carry her beauty with me like a torch burning in the space behind my eyes. But now, when I close my eyes and think of her, I find that her face is sketched in smoke, … More This is how I will remember you
I “Welcome to America.” Smiling, the lady behind the counter handed me my passport and waved me on through. I returned her smile, but something inside me felt a little disappointed that the whole process had been so… ordinary. I knew that the old climactic welcome to America – the slow sail into New York … More The Steel-Edged Skyline of My Home
My younger cousins and I used to play a game to keep ourselves occupied during long family dinners. The three of them would sneak round the table until they got behind my chair, then shout “Boo” loudly in my ear. I would act surprised, spinning about this way and that as they ducked and giggled … More Ghosts
Here’s the thing about that old saying about there only being two kinds of people in the world. Everyone has their own favorite way of sorting humanity, and it invariably tells you more about them than it does about the people they are trying to judge. So when I tell you that Michael used to … More The Only Two Kinds of People