Welcome to my profile! My name is Min Yi, and I’m proud to call myself a citizen of the perpetually sunny country known as Singapore. Home to a wide variety of cultures and in turn, a smorgasbord of delicacies, I’m grateful to have been born here.
After being on Earth for two decades and counting, I’m still nowhere close to understanding myself. Luckily, I’m certain of several things.
For instance, reading. I will never tire of it, and considering its stuck with me through the uprising of the internet, endless supply of TV and social media, my habit of devouring…
For me, the most impactful and memorable scene in Berserk has nothing to do with Casca or Griffith. I know how strange that sounds, because nearly every bad or good thing in Guts’ life revolves around them, but I wouldn’t make such a bold statement without being sure. After rereading the entire story, twice, my thoughts have not changed. That particular scene still hits the hardest.
I suppose it is what it is. We can’t choose how art will affect us. Now, I’m not trying to sound pretentious, but there is no other word that can adequately describe Berserk.
Dragon Quest XI S: Echoes of An Elusive Age is an epic beast of a game. If I’d played it when it first came out on the Switch, I’m certain I would have considered it GOTY. That might be a bold claim to make, especially because I also fell head over heels with Breath of The Wild, but I really believe it.
Packed with endearing characters, a meticulously crafted world, and an eighty-hour story bursting with memorable moments, I would find it stranger if I didn’t have this game slotted into my top five favourite games!
“Don’t waste any more time. You should know what you want by now.”
I don’t. I swallowed my rebuttal, starting to fish around for a reply that would sound vaguely pleasing, not bullheaded.
“Um,”I started. “What I’m trying to do is-”
“What’s the point of trying so many different things?” He crossed his arms and huffed. His gaze turned appraising. “If you don’t focus on something, you’re not going to get anywhere.”
For once, I was grateful to wear a mask. I pressed my mouth into a thin line, stemming righteous anger.
…but is he, really?
2020 was an eventful year for the world, to put it mildly. Singapore, like several countries, imposed a mandatory lockdown in the early months, attempting to starve out the virus that had been flagrantly spreading its in-flu-ence. For many, the lockdown disrupted livelihoods, businesses, or just lives in general.
From April to June, I was stuck at home. But honestly? It felt like business as usual.
I’m an introvert, you see. Isolation, even forced, didn’t feel like imprisonment as it did a holiday. Not catching flak for drowning myself in shows, books and games? …
There is palpable tension as the hero crosses the grassy, sun-baked fields. A multitude of colourful flowers dot the landscape, and there is not a cloud to be seen overhead. Apart from escaping their dogged pursuers, it is a perfectly beautiful day.
The hero’s mind is whirling. He was the chosen one. The Luminary, the world’s sole hope against the Darkness. Reason dictated the kingdom he was born and raised in would welcome with open arms. Instead, his King had declared him the spawn of Darkness, and even worse — soldiers were sent marching to his hometown, Cobblestone.
I can still recall the day I sat on the floor in my house, slumped over and wheezing like I had asthma. My head was spinning and my breath was running short.
I was alone in the house. I was jobless and unmotivated, having only just finished a repeat of my final school year due to bad grades. What I’d been done moments earlier was go to the nearby park for a jog. Six minutes was all it took to reduce me a sweating, breathless mess. I had gone down and come up in a total of ten minutes.
I got started writing because of fanfiction. I still get embarrassed when I talk about it, despite knowing I shouldn’t.
The problem of revealing your past as a ‘fanfic author’ mostly stems from the commercial success of hilariously dodgy teen romance stories. You can’t blame someone for judging you if what comes to mind when they think of fanfiction is shit like Fifty Shades of Grey.
Thankfully, talk around self-publishing and fanfiction/wattpad has been shifting. You might not believe it, but many free stories on the internet are capable of competing with traditionally published works. Andy Weir of The Martian…
Everyone has a desire to improve. Upgrading skills to advance in your career, transforming hobbies into a source of passive income, going back to school for further education or becoming fitter and slimmer than a month before. The quest for improvement, like learning, is a lifelong process.
In measuring our progress and determining what we did or did not do successfully, it becomes easier to narrow narrowing down the actions we need to take in order to reach our goals.
There are various methods to measure progress like there are different ways to accomplish a task. Tracking how much calories…
You’ve probably seen that bawdy orange cover more than half a million times these past few years. It’s everywhere. The dizzying success of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck has probably made numerous authors of the self-help genre foam at the mouth with jealousy, but the book is immensely popular for good reason.
Reading Mark Manson’s writing feels similar to listening any of Gary Vaynerchuk’s speeches. Even through a device, their energy and blunt manner of speaking physically manifests into an odd excitement of being vigorously shaken by the collar.
Looking past opinions on their coarse delivery and…