Ducklings: Being Homes-Sick

As long as I live, I’ll have a trail of homes to be sick for following me around like so many ducklings. Where I grew up, where I went to university, where I studied abroad, where I started my adult life, where I had my first real job, the list will grow as I keep … Continue reading

The More Things Stay The Same…

“Okay, those stares, I noticed.” I mentioned to my friend as we walked past a handful of gawking teenaged boys. I’ve been in Malaysia for a few days now, and I’ve gotten stared at a lot. Like many assumed inconveniences, this bothers the friend I’m staying with far more than it bothers me. Dude, I … Continue reading

Black Pearls

I’ve just realized that, kicking and screaming, I’ve managed to slip into adulthood. Really, I’m not quite sure how it happened. It started with getting my driver’s license and moving to a different city for university, and suddenly there I was ending international contracts and booking transpacific flights and packing my entire life into two … Continue reading

Doing Myself Justice

The Catalyst Not so terribly long ago, I met a man who thought he’d cornered the market on bitchiness. “Darling,” he said to me, though between his drawling accent and the copious amount of soju he’d consumed, it sounded more like “daaaaahling”. “Darling,” he said. “You’re the baby of this bunch and you look like … Continue reading