the personal blog of C.K.Koay
Irrelevant and self-serving snippets of my personal life.
I’m back in my Paddington hotel now, fresh from a work meeting that has left me with the rarest of corporate travel luxuries: unscheduled time.
There’s something wonderfully liberating about being alone in a foreign country. It’s the only time I can wander into those spots that would otherwise be vetoed by family members who, for reasons beyond my comprehension, don’t find museums featuring historical androgynous depictions of Guanyin fascinating.
Continue reading “My day in London”
I’ve just completed the entire 42km of the OCBC Cycle KL event today. And to my surprise, it wasn’t as gruelling as I had feared.
Our group had planned to meet at Menara Maxis at 5.00am, aiming to roll out by 5.15am towards the flag-off point at Dataran Merdeka. A list of names had been floating around in our WhatsApp chat group, but as expected, attrition happened. In the end, it was just five of us– Vishal, Agnel, Charene, BX, and me– who finally pedalled off from the office at 5.45am.
Continue reading “OCBC Cycle KL 2019”Recently, I had been bitten by the upgrade bug for a notebook. I was looking for something to replace the very reliable Surface Pro 4 2-in-1 that I had been using everyday since it was launched as the main daily driver at work. My must-haves were simple. The following are compulsory features that I am looking for:-
Death’s End is the final book of the trilogy that was kicked off by The Three Body Problem. As I have just finished this book, I’ve decided to pen some thoughts and I would have assumed that you had already read no only this book but the entirety of the series. Be warned as there will be major spoilers.
Continue reading “Liu Cixin’s Death’s End”
I’ve owned and used various Apple products over the years. Right now, I’m typing this blog post on an iPad Pro, tethered to my iPhone 6S Plus, while glancing at my Apple Watch to make sure I don’t miss my next appointment. When I get home, I’ll probably watch Netflix on my TV via an Apple TV, then check emails on my iMac before bed.
My accidental last cigarette happened at 8:45pm yesterday, outside a 7-11 whose sign had given up on life even before I had given up on nicotine. It was just supposed to be a placeholder smoke—a nicotine appetizer before the main course. You see, I had choreographed this whole dramatic ‘final cigarette’ scene in my head: midnight strike, philosophical exhale, perhaps a gentle breeze to carry away both smoke and my addiction. Very cinematic. Oscar-worthy, really.
Continue reading “Day One”