Token.
I am standing in a line of greens and blues. It’s moving but I know it’s never going to be my turn. Because although I am the 3am phone calls, the tear-streaked confessions and angry monologues, the guardian of secrets, the healer of wounds, the wisest of sages, I am merely a placeholder
Read MoreMummy, Daddy, I Want To Be A Writer.
It was during dinner when I broke the news to them. Mummy, Daddy, I want to be a writer. What do you mean? Like a journalist? Copy writer? No, not quite. Is this some hum sup thing, where you wear skimpy clothes and take photos with soap bar and shampoo? No! Of course not. Oh,
Read MoreAlone Again.
After you, I had to learn to be alone again. Like reconciling with stage fright or attempting to ride the bicycle once more, the experience was familiar yet terrifying because it’s been so long and I had forgotten just how to. I take myself out to eat. It was difficult at first – the way the
Read MoreAbout Me
iaremunyee.
Played many roles in life but I have always been and will always be a writer first.