Duo getting a lil crazy Maybe doing this was a bad idea. Just visualise this scenario: It is 11.30pm, you’re locked up in your room, furiously typing away at your laptop to send in that 2359 assignment. Suddenly, your phone begins buzzing incessantly, as if nudging you to pick it up. On the home screen is a dark red banner, with a ticking countdown timer urging you to redeem your lesson streak.  Is it really important to maintain the streak? Objectively, no, but it pains my h

Recently, my dad celebrated his birthday and the weeks leading up to it were torturous—endless back-and-forths with my sister and mother, brainstorming what on earth to get a father who says that all he wants is nothing . Maybe a little chocolate bar (he says, with glee in his eyes, fully aware that he is making my life harder by refusing to be specific). Deep down, though, no matter how much he ponders, he himself probably thinks that all he really wants is to watch TV and t

Sometimes I stare outside, and sigh. It’s a long one, that speaks of suffering and tiredness. It sounds like I’m waiting for my husband to return from war, or the soldier who will come by to tell me he’s dead. But then, I remember that there’s a Bowser head in the basement of NUS School of Computing. My view looks out onto E8, but I think about the Bowser head in the basement of SOC. Who put it there? Why did they do that? Does CDE have their own weird cryptid in their limina