There is something meticulously discomfiting about writing in public. More so, there is something distractingly meta about writing in public in preparation for an online post, to the extent that even strategically placed nonsensical adjectives fail to disguise the fact that for the most part, public doodling is a dying cum extinct form of word whipper-uppering.
A pen in the dark, and in public
Unexpected acts of potty-mouthing
As an Asian born within the majestic borders of Australia, and raised with nary a friend who shared my ancestry, nor a lesson from my parents in how to manoeuvre the landscape of their native tongue, I have for a large part of my life been aware of my unique inhabitant status – that of perceived foreigner and actual, palpable native – which nevertheless has ne’er shone a shred of remarkableness on any facet of my life.
The curious case of the hatred of headphones
For a reason attributable only to the endlessly fascinating power of the human spirit to meander towards the mediocre, headphones have experienced something of a popularity lasting a sum total of infinite negative hyper-mach years.
Why don’t people wear headphones in public?
How optimism breeds the circle of (good) idiocy
There is no such thing as selfish greed.
Every act made in the pursuit of money is simply an act of survival.
Happiness Marketing … ooh, possibilities
A while ago, Time questioned whether our general happiness comes down to genes, and is therefore unchangeable.
Inferring, of course, that creating misery through the idealisation of happiness is a different ball game than chasing after plain old happiness (which, ha, I get to say is) …

