Derivatives, Drones and the Coming Class Warfare

Disclaimer: I hope the use of “coming class warfare” in the title is not guilty of inciting hatred. I mean, this is not religious or racial in nature, this is impersonal, this is just fragments of a final year economics major’s intellectual wanderings… One can’t fault another human being for enjoying the exercise of thought, eh? :p I think of derivatives rather like drones. They work from a distance so you never feel the real…

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How do you measure a relationship?

By the integral of area under curve with affect on the y-axis over the x-axis of time? By taking heed to what comes most naturally to us – duration neglect and the peak-end rule? Surely the end is always the worst. Sitting on public transport to God-knows-where and getting saddened by the prospect of not having to find change for 2 anymore in Guangzhou. Regaining consciousness in delirium as train tracks sighed intermittently under the…

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老样子

那房间 还是老样子 只是多了嬉闹过的场景 你画着眼影唱川剧 我用着电脑逛淘宝 每天睁开眼 目光的罅隙里 你起身 穿衣 上班去 每晚入睡前 敞开的臂弯里 你钻进 满足 灯关上

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China’s contradictions: violence in close-knit families

Xin’s mother left her village at 18 to look for jobs in the city. Back when she was a child, there was no paved road from village to town and they had to walk for hours just to sell some extra produce on the market for spare cash. She had come to the city with 2 close friends. While lunching at an eatery in Chongqing, the waitress that tended to them complained of low-pay and…

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Learning about love.

I haven’t sleep a wink since the plane touched down in Changi Airport at close to midnight yesterday. I guess I’m just trying to extend that feeling like it was still the last day and I was still on China land for longer, like I haven’t left yet. Instead of catching up on rest, I’ve been catching up on movies, like I was on the lookout for the scene or line maybe, that will encapsulate perfectly…

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Once upon a time in a mountain town.

I have mastered the art of turning up at a stranger’s door late at night then spending my next couple of days whisking from one spot to the next at a notification’s notice. CouchSurf. Douban. Baidu. Whatever. When asked yet again why I’d trust complete strangers so readily I have no complete, logical response to that save for… I can’t think of what anyone’d get off me? I have nothing to offer but my impulsion…

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Going the distance a second time.

In a few hours’ time, you’ll be on a plane that will take you 3252km away from Singapore to Chengdu. Land of giant pandas and the highest concentration of pretty girls (or so they claim) in China. The trip is both cause and effect; it is the effect of your casual remark made (“So if there are shooting stars next time how about you make the preparations and I’ll be company 那以后要有流星雨你做准备我陪你去看好不好?”), it is the…

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Fuck consequences.

People talking in the future tense worries me. It worries me because presuming that they are conjuring nice images inside their head judging from the emotions displayed, uh-oh. I struggle with the use of plural personal pronouns when making sentences about future states. Into the unforeseeable future, I probably want to be like this, or that; doing one thing, or another, I don’t like the idea of introducing another variable – yes variable – into…

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Home-ownership is bad for you.

So I took up a writing assignment to earn some spare cash (for more cheesecake purchases when I fly back to China) and also because the pattern being unraveled carried an intuitive appeal. Robert Shiller, one of the economists to receive the Nobel Prize lately and who had predicted the U.S. housing bubble, had dismantled the idea of investing in a home. As graduation is at bay and I find myself trying to chart the…

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Do you live or choose a life?

The truth is, choices never come easy. More often than not, the deliberate ones require a break from habit, from what’s default. It’s far easier to live a life than to choose one. But living life is a lot less interesting than choosing the life that you want, I think. Not interesting in the YOLO, party till you pass out kinda sense, but interesting in the delaying gratification, taking small baby steps towards the completion…

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