What is this?
THIS is my new substack, where I’ll share my thoughts, experiences, and above all, my feelings.
That’s a bit vague isn’t it?
Yep! Keep reading. Like an onion or an early 2000’s haircut, this has layers.
What’s a substack?
It's a newsletter, with archives all neatly centered here. Like a blog post, delivered directly into your inbox.
Wait wait wait, so - what’s in the newsletters?
My essay style newsletters are organized as follows:
Friday Feels: In which I write about matters of the heart, and / or other strong E.MO.TIONS.
Fantasy Phineball: In which I document my experience learning about the greatest American pastime, and participating in a Fantasy league.
Seems like quite a random combination…
It is and it isn’t.
There’s nothing easier for me to write about than romance. I’ve had the great pleasure (?) of dating (??) interesting (???) people during my twenties, especially in the four years that I lived in Singapore. It’s a melting pot. I was young, feeling free. In short, a lot of wacky shit went down. Once at a club, I shimmied up a professional basketball player “like a koala climbing a bamboo tree” (my friend’s words, who witnessed it all from across the room). That same month, I timidly couldn’t bring myself to tongue kiss someone after a fifth date, and thought an apt solution was to high five them instead. A girl contains multitudes. There’s something so enthralling about the dread and thrill of being a young single person out in the world. I’ve been documenting so many feelings privately, and now would very much like to share them with you.
The only thing that elicits the same amount of serotonin as an other-worldly meet cute, or falling in love, is falling into a new hobby or interest. That being said, I’ve never forced myself to get into a hobby, especially one that I’ve actively avoided for my entire life. Enter: football! Best case scenario: some fab experiences arise from keeping up with an entire season of one sport, and I win my Fantasy league, the scruffy and unexpected rookie that I am. Worst case scenario: I’m bored out of my mind and spend 17 weeks documenting my Sunday match snacks (both edible, and on-screen). Seriously though, sports are the one realm in which I’ve noticed (not all, but) many Straight Men uninhibitedly allow themselves to show an entire spectrum of emotion. Where other than a sport match have you seen a Straight Man experience a full rollercoaster of nerves, outrage, excitement, despair, unfiltered joy, all in under two hours? I can feel all five of the aforementioned sentiments during one parallel parking session. Alas, I am a Cancer Sun / Cancer Rising, so what do you expect? I DIGRESS… Back to sports! I want to see what it’s all about, and shall be keeping you in the loop as I find out.
Oh wow, a double cancer…
That’s right. Hence, all the feelings.
What if I hate astrology?
Well, I don’t mention it that much. Although half of my Gemini moon disagrees with this notion.
What?
Never mind. Thank you so much for reading! Please SUBSCRIBE and enjoy the ride :)