How I wish that this exists: A replicate of a woman’s womb where women don’t actually have to contain the foetus in their own womb. All they have to do is carry out artificial insemination in which the fertilized egg does not have to be replanted in the uterus but rather, in the WOMB REPLICATE which will then be stored in an incubator, or refrigerator of some sort. After nine months or so, the parent can collect their child at the hospital. Foetus in a fridge.

Some say that the baby need to be in an actual body so that it can be properly nurtured with warmth and care. But, I’ll nurture it with warmth and care once the baby is collected. Heck, I’d even drop by the hospital to play my foetus Sonata in D.

My friends think I’m crazy, heartless and unethical. But I think it’s genius. Who knows, with rapid technology improvements, this will actually materialize.

Birthday Notifications

One feature of Facebook is the ‘Birthday Notifications’ feature in which many would tell me they are thankful for: Thank god for this feature! I wouldn’t forget or miss out on people’s birthday anymore.

Suddenly on my birthday, people that I don’t even talk to or bears no significance in my life suddenly becomes my ‘friend’. I don’t like it; people whom I do not know wishing me ‘Happy Birthday’ (#humblebrag material by the way) and then vanishing from my life until my next birthday comes again. In primary school, we’d receive cards and/or presents. Then few years later, fewer cards and more text messages and now, fewer text messages as they are replaced by ‘wall posts’ by strangers and close friends. This form of convenience is eroding relationships and I am saddened. I mean, if you don’t even care about the person or at least know him or her, I rather you don’t wish them Happy Birthday. Or at least, for my case, don’t do that. It’s almost akin to saying ‘I love you’ but not actually loving that person. And what’s equally as annoying is that the Birthday person, out of convenience of not responding with proper sentences, would resolve to just ‘liking’ their birthday wishes. That bloody ‘like’ button which I constantly find myself guilty of clicking. What a ridiculous way for building this illusion that we are still friends.



A beautiful day, albeit I find myself pulled into the fatigue of the afternoon heat. I’ve consumed about 150 pages of Rivka Galchen’s ‘Atmospheric Disturbances’ with intervals of tea, guitar riffs on unknown tuning and a short nap.

Are absences presented intentionally or unintentionally, I do not know.
But a very interesting thing I’ve read last night about absences is that they reveal to us truth; or do they? Gaps that point out inconsistencies in relation to our preconceived notion of ‘truth’. Thus, in relation to ‘reality’, as much as realism represents truth, absences also paradoxically present to us truth by not presenting certain things. As every thing we encounter does not stand alone, but instead only mean in relation to continuous and variable other(s).

I keep thinking of sweets and cookies (soft ones) eaten together with coffee. Wooden table out on a patio, with a breeze that does not slice through skin but subtle and gentle enough to caress even the wretched of souls, transforming them into crystallized revelations about purposes and desire.