the personal blog of C.K.Koay
“Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep—just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street…”
And so goes the opening verse of “Sunny Side of the Street,” a cheerful standard that has been covered countless times by some of the most talented musicians. It’s a simple, happy tune that is sure to brighten anyone’s day.
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I love horror films. My friends, who have access to my video library, often comment that I must be a deeply disturbed individual.
Well, I am. But not because of my taste in horror films.
Continue reading “Ghosts don’t like Physics”
“When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, ‘What will I be?’”
And so begins Que Sera, Sera, a song many of us (of a certain age, I must add) grew up learning and humming as we went about our merry ways. By today’s standards, the song is almost laughably simple. No multilayered tracks. No music video. No auto-tune. No beat that could launch a viral TikTok dance. Just a woman asking life’s biggest questions and receiving what sounds like a philosophical shrug from the universe: Whatever will be, will be.
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I was recently asked what advice to give students about which courses they should pursue so they can be gainfully employed when they graduate.
No, this wasn’t some profound moment in a hushed university lecture hall. It was my drinking buddy interrogating me in a cricket-themed pub in Bukit Damansara after we’d both exceeded the legal limit to operate anything more complex than a toilet flush.
Continue reading “Post AI-takeover Career Advice”
This is the time of year when we resolutely resolve to finally do the things we have always wanted to do. Nothing encapsulates this peculiar ritual more than the act of making New Year’s resolutions.
Continue reading “Why New Year’s Resolutions Are Overrated”
Recently, I took a trip with colleagues to Forest City. Like many who spend too much time doomscrolling, I had already absorbed a steady diet of articles painting it as a desolate ‘Ghost City.’ In my head, it was the kind of place where tumbleweeds roll down spotless sidewalks– if Malaysia had tumbleweeds. If it weren’t for work, it would’ve been nowhere near my weekend plans. Spoiler: I was spectacularly wrong.
Continue reading “Forest City x The Network School”