30 Wednesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
A week ago, I was just a poor man’s friend, a commoner’s person. I roamed the streets, known as a friendly to storekeepers and neighborhood friends alike. For years I have walked these paths. I know these paths like no other. I was here since birth and have made myself known as the go-to.
28 Monday Apr 2014
Posted in Kiss & Cry
Okay. Breathe. You’ve finally made it to the biggest stage in the world. It is your time to shine. Just be calm, you’re gonna do your own thing and you’re gonna win because you’re the best. Yes, Tiffany Hwang. You. Are. The best.
28 Monday Apr 2014
24 Thursday Apr 2014
Posted in Non-Fiction
It’s funny how things in life can escalate. One moment you’re sitting at your table, enjoying your mum’s experimental cooking and the next you’re having a conversation with the most wonderful girl you can ever imagine yourself to meet. Life can sometimes surprise you like that. They say that introverted people need to go out more if they wish to meet more people because they don’t jump out of the fridge like that, but what if they did come out of a fridge? A virtual fridge? This. This is the story of how I met a girl.
20 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
I open up my eyes and I see you there, holding your wallet as you try to get us some much needed liquids. I didn’t recognize the place, but I didn’t care. I knew where I was and so did you.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
Wow. I can’t believe that this is all happening right now. There she is standing in front of me, nervous, anxious, but happy nonetheless. Our eyes cross each other’s vision for just a split second, but that second was more than enough to raise our heartbeat and turn our heads as we once again shy away from one another. I look at her naturally powdered skin and smokey eyes as my mind drifts off and takes me back several hours ago. And it all started with a…
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in 中文
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超人應該儅他注定的角色。一個無敵的偶像毫無懼怕對付他的任何敵人。用他們所有特別設計的邪惡力量，他們走到了一起，希望摧毀一位穿著藍色紅色制服的人。該男子站在它們與人類之間唯一的牆壁。那是不是超人應該是的嗎？
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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這故事的原理其實我自己也不太明白。四年前，我剛剛進入這個歌迷圈子裏的時候，你是我其中一個新認識的朋友。當時后你也沒有什麽特別的。我們之間也沒有什麽特別的友情，但是這幾年裏我們兩個人一直在保留一份奇怪的感情。我看著你一次又一次在認識一個新的女朋友，然後又看到你被人家抛棄。你當時也很傷心。其實現在想多一會兒，你還是沒有康復。我有時候真的很擔心你，但是你一直都不會讓人照顧你，關心你。我站在旁邊也沒有什麽可以做。今天你在跟我說，你會孤獨中老年。那時候你説話的語氣真的很低落。我真的很想跟你說你將來一定會找到喜歡你的人。但是實話實説無論我說什麽你也不會聼。我完全不明白。也許這是你本人的性格，但是我還是覺得這也不能當藉口。這幾年都是你有什麽問題才來找我，從來沒有我在找你，你知道爲什麽呢？因爲我知道儅我有什麽問題的時候，你根本一點都不會理。或許因爲這不是你的問題，也許這與你無關。也許你根本從來都不儅我是你的朋友。我不知道。
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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It was late in the evening, the digital numbers in the middle of my screen tells me that we’re 30 minutes away from closing time. My eyelids were falling heavy and I was having trouble collecting enough strength to stay awake. My imminent slumber was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Close down the restaurant and come up, quick. My dad abruptly told me. My drowsiness still covering my mind like thick mist, somehow managed catch the orange flag in the distance. I locked the doors, blew out the candles and turned off the light before I packed my thing and made my way upstairs. I pushed through the door with the sign that says [private] and find my mom sitting uneasily on her chair. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right.
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15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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There’s a lot of reasons why people feel weak. They could do something wrong, they could be heartbroken or they could just be depressed. Whereas most people prefer to lie in bed with a movie and some ice cream, I can’t possibly fathom myself in that very same position. Why? Because I’m not like everyone else.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
When I grew up, I’ve asked my mom about what love is. She told me that when my dad and her came together, I was created and that I am the source of their love together. She said that watching me burn like the sun made them feel proud. In the 3,5 hours I spend together with them, that was the message that always stuck. Mom and dad died in each other’s embrace. I can’t think of anything more romantic than that. I wished that I too could experience that one day. I just didn’t think that day would be so much different from how I’d imagine it to be.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
Repetitive. That’s what I call my life. All I do every single day is swim around this big pool. I mean, it’s not that bad. They have some trees here, some plants but mostly it’s just open water. I can go wherever I want. There is something that brightens up my mood though. I… I just gotta…hmm, what was it again, hmmm… nope. I’ve lost it. Well, my memory isn’t exactly the best, I guess…
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
What is it about cafeterias and romance? It’s classy, but not corny. The atmosphere is filled with the caramel scent of coffee beans and an overflowing sense of intellect that hangs around the book readers and the laptop users. It makes you feel at ease, like how every item in the store is meant to calm you down. And when you see that special person with her slightly oversized reading glasses, rest her head on the palms of her hand while she stared outside into the passing crowd, you realize that you too have fallen under the blissful curse of the coffee shop spell.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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Have you ever been in a situation where you felt incredibly misplaced? As if your sole existence alone felt like it was the living definition of prejudice. It was exactly the way I felt when…
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
Do you still remember? It’s only been several weeks. A month. 2 Months. That very last moment when we spoke. You called me by the sweetest nickname and I called you by yours. You told me how much you loved me and how much I really meant to you. That the world contain all the feelings you had for me. It felt nice. It felt beautiful. It was perfect.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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Today I had a conversation about Christmas presents, but what if my presents could never be given and my Christmas will never come?
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
Have you ever wondered how the story of pinky swears came to place? Well let me tell you this story.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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You know what’s the worst thing about being me? That you spent so much time trying to help others that you have a tendency to forget about yourself. That you help others so much in trying get up that you lose the knowledge about what it is that makes you stay positive. That when you feel bad and you feel like you have no idea where to go, you don’t have a single clue on who to turn to or what to say because you are uncomfortable, unconfident and untrustworthy about whoever could possibly come to help you because simply you don’t know who could say the right thing at the right time to bring you back on track.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
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I approached my bed and carefully laid the pillow against the wall. The ambitious summer breeze was blowing gently against the chimes that were hanging from the balcony door. It stirred a calming feeling in me. Feeling. That’s right. Ever since that big story I wrote about domestic pet abuse, my pen has been all but active because I lacked just that, a sincere message from my heart that I truly wish to pursue.
My publisher has been nagging me for the past two weeks to get something done, anything really. It didn’t matter as long as I put ink on the paper. It’s almost ironic how people can come knocking on your front door when they need you.
As I sat there in front of screen, once again I feel the fatigue slowly hitting against my mind. My body’s refusal to cooperate with me has been exhausting. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t been going out much, experiencing what it really means to become a termite, spending quality time at home and swapping attention between the computer and my bed. And it’s not like I don’t have a single idea on my mind. On the contrary, thoughts and ideas have been running rampant on my mind, but the ability to translate that into words has been nothing but a challenge.
Once again, I look at the empty page that has staring back at me almost insultingly. I scratch my head and ask myself how I managed to get my life to become like this. As I think of the words that could potentially make up the story I was supposed to write, the lights in my eyes slowly diminish to a minimum.
15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Fictions
Hundred Crumbs Lane 