Years ago, I penned the About Me section of my blog. Titled ‘Born to Write’, the 200-odd words captured who I was back then. It’s time for a re-write. Topher Ong is a young writer from Sydney, New South Wales. … Continue reading
This is a letter I penned to then-US President George W. Bush as part of a class activity ages ago. 9/11 had just shocked the world, and the terrorists braced for the full might of the US military. … Continue reading
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‘Losing family obliges us to find family; not always family that is our blood, but family that can become our blood.’ And if we manage to look beyond what lurks deeply on the horizon, there will be angels ready to … Continue reading
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© 2014 Christopher Ong. All rights reserved. The night flew by and I then contended with my unwanted free day, setting off to make this productive…. I wasted no time in the repository before starting on the … Continue reading
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‘I’m Delgado, and I’m an a….’ Baring your soul in front of a suspect audience may sound so simple. Purging yourself of your inner demons isn’t as easy. As I weigh my next move in a rundown building around Sydney, … Continue reading
31 December 2016 New Year’s Eve. People have packed the best spots to see the fireworks. The hottest tickets for the commoner are near Circular Quay, right beside the harbour bridge. Everyone is packed there like sardines at this time. … Continue reading
…among other things, she introduced me to weekday basketball at the local PCYC (Police Community Youth Clubs). ‘You should join and make new friends,’ she offered. So she brought me to the gym, before talking with a teenager. ‘We … Continue reading
Well, the first thing I noticed about Auburn was the news agency in the train station. There was nothing remarkable about it; in fact, it could very well pass for your average Aussie newsstand. What particularly caught my gaze, in … Continue reading
An anvil autumn’s night in Newtown Please find my latest post in my new website through the supplied link. My past experience, written a while ago, of attending a talk on revolution is covered. Please do not hesitate to leave … Continue reading
The dawn of autumn had just broken ground in Sydney when, early on a rainy night in Newtown, I climbed a narrow stairway into the unknown. I had been looking forward all day to this moment. Days ago, I saw … Continue reading
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