I have always lived in a house - a single-family house. So I cannot help but wonder what it is like to walk through front door and into a cold foyer with nary a soul around. It’s odd you know - you’d think that, with the number of people living in such large complexes, it’d [...]

I wish I could see all that is around me in mere shapes and forms; stripped of all realism and minimal in details.
 

Paintings by Chris Langstroth.

Time flies.
 

Images by Erwin Olaf.

There are few works of art that move me as this particular self-portrait did. Staring myself in the eye is not something I enjoy - it frightens me to see past this carefully constructed mask and into the depths of my soul. That requires a tremendous amount of courage: courage to face the facts - [...]

Despite their reputation for emotional restraint, Victorians indulged in complex and elaborate rituals surrounding death and mourning. No better example is the case of Leland Stanford Jr., the only son of Leland and Jane Stanford, who died at the tender age of 15 from typhoid fever while on a visit to Florence, Italy. The family’s [...]

“Being perfect artists and ingenuous poets, the Chinese have piously preserved the love and holy cult of flowers; one of the very rare and most ancient traditions which has survived their decadence. And since flowers had to be distinguished from each other, they have attributed graceful analogies to them, dreamy images, pure and passionate [...]

“Hello Mr Ibrahim. Hello Mrs Ibrahim. How are you today? I am going to the water park this weekend with my parents. It’s a long drive from Batu Gajah but I don’t mind the drive. It’s fun to be in a car on a nice bumpy red soil road and see it turn to asphalt [...]

The big city: the life that pulses through the highways promises limitless possibilities. The bright garish lights, the mechanical bleats on the streets, the dead soulless stares, the invisible waves from every direction, the constant change - yes, they quench the thirst of the ambitious. It simultaneously drains and refuels me. Enough, it is time [...]

I never cared much for sports involving men or women racing to reach a ball and then to get it through the net or into the goal. Sure, it requires concentration, skill, and very often, teamwork, but is that all there is to athleticism?. In sports where participants are racing against each other; it becomes [...]

… and we march up to the mountains
With our torches
Wielding picks and wires
We shall take the world by storm
With little more than sparks and fires
We will do all that our hearts desire
when we lay claim to the lands
that once belonged to the skies
So bring your spades and pliers
There will be light in sight
It will be [...]