Monday, April 24, 2017

Novelling


So, a few days ago I just received a shipment of none other than my first edition novel that I wrote in 2015, my first attempt at Nanowrimo as well as the first time I tried to write a novel. It is titled Blacktongue - interweaving historic Malaya, modern mystery, and ancient folklore all in one. An ambitious project, though the idea didn't come to mind until at most one month before the writing project started.

Well, the rough draft was churned out at the end of November 2015. It was a warm pile of dung, with some kind of a story lying underneath. It took me more than a year to get back to editing it, with some regrets. In the midst of last winter break, I finally took the first step and revisited my creation. Even then it took three months to edit the story to satisfaction, and then only by mid-April was I finally satisfied with what's would be the first edition, and bravely sent it out to print.

I printed 15 copies with intention to sell 11. By the end of the second day, 9 was booked with two already delivered. The feeling when I delivered a book is beyond indescribable, especially when they hand over the cash to me! Wow, people are actually buying this shit! Now just don't get your hopes up too high, and you won't be disappointed! Haha! Some old friends contacted me and asked for my book when I return as well, a good opportunity to visit some old friends. Simpson being the true fan bought four copies right away.

After starting one book I am certainly now itching to write another one. However, the right story has to be found - even before I can find the time for it. Nanowrimo 2016 almost had me start another novel project, but I didn't start so that hopefully I can use the idea another year. But eventually, I ditched the idea - the premise was too cliche, I was trying too hard to make it work, and to make it match some songs that I had in mind - in short, thinking about that idea became to stressful to be fun to write about. At this time, "Memento Mori" as the working title is called has been canned, with certain parts potentially reusable in future works.

With the coincidence of the APS fluids conference being on the same month as Nanowrimo I'm not so sure of doing the challenge anymore. Instead, I'll choose a month maybe during the summer when there's slightly more free time, and make my own draft-in-a-month challenge. Inspired by a few friends, a new concept has been shaping up in my head, and I'm kinda terribly excited to start it. For now, I'll share the pre-work synopsis and rough cover to start with, that's fair game to share and also this blog is just obscure enough that only the people who really wants to see it, will see it. Without further ado, I present:


After her final medical exams, Geetha Nadia Ramasamy celebrated by traveling to Jakarta... and beyond. Desperate to see the world before she gets tied down in real life, her escapades led her to experience the most beautiful of landscapes, of love; and the ugliest of man, of greed. Nevertheless, this is the world she lives in, and she loved​ it down to every single bit. 

Stay tuned for more!


Thursday, March 16, 2017

All I ask

One way to know that you have truly changed, is by re-watching a show from 5 years ago, but evoking a completely different feeling this time round. (Warning: Steins;Gate spoiler ahead)

5 years ago, never experiencing true love, I allowed the impact of this scene to fly over my head. But now, after having been through heart wrenching goodbyes at train stations, at airports; now I fully understand the pain of the departure of one's true love. The boulder residing in your chest, the tears struggling to break free, the urge to hold each other a little longer, even if only for a minute...


"Whenever you're sitting around in the lab, 
Whenever you're drinking our favorite drink,
Whenever you take a walk around town,
Whenever you kiss someone someday...
It doesn't have to be every time.
Once in a hundred times is fine.
All I ask is that you remember me,
Because I'll be there...
I'll always be there, beyond the 1% barrier..."

I'll be hugging my sunshine a little tighter tonight.



Tuesday, February 28, 2017

To my sunshine

If there is one thing I learnt in my formative years here, it's what I learnt about unconditional love from someone not related to you, met thousands of miles away from home, and what it takes to love you unconditionally as well.


We met on a cold windy day on the ballooning trip, and soon found each other in solar car again. Between many conversations on the campus connector I begin to enjoy your presence, and very soon can't get enough of them. I just had to wait until three days before I'm leaving to ask for your heart, but you still reciprocated.


Our shared love for books and stars weren't enough to just carry us through - that we have learnt. I learnt from you compassion, to keep calm and separate work from life - work does not define you. And your perseverance, to learn Chinese and watch Chinese shows, especially the trashy one where I was laughing the whole time you were watching it. Together you brought me new experiences that wouldn't have had alone - biking 60 miles to Stillwater, after dinner ice cream with Mr Bean, movies and orchestras and theater shows, scouring art festivals, walking in the park and finding your favorite owl pellets, roasted marshmallows with your family on summer nights, running across the Stone Arch Bridge in the sunset.


Every day is a miracle, a new experience with you. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world, my beacon of light that guides me through rough waters to the shore. My heart only yearns for more.