Perhaps one reason why I’ve grown to love biking so much, more than the heady thrill of it, more than…
Read More
Recovery
Consecration.
It was as if I had a fit. A fit, because I felt so passionate about it I could no…
Read More
A Good Place.
* Warning: This post may be graphic and offensive. With the rancid smell of smoke in the air, gaudy streetlights,…
Read More
Faint. (edited)
Perspective is an interesting thing. All this while I had been peering through a window into a dusty room searching…
Read More
Special Sunday. (edited)
“Wai Jia, will you come to the front and stand here with me. We want to pray with you as…
Read More
Special Day.
“So what does this mean?” “It means you’ve Recovered. We’re discharging you, that’s what. I see a grown-up young woman…
Read More