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Winning a Fight - Wild Boar Style
The TV is on, but the living room is wrapped in a heavy blanket of silence. Creeping stealthily towards her, I can see the colors flicker and dance across her puffed-up cheeks. My tired calves embrace the cool leather as my body threatens to disappear in the softness of the couch. Extending my toes, I give Lil D a friendly poke in the back and she ( Read more... ) -
Circles live and circles die, do not ask me how or why
He wakes up and rolls into the kitchen sleepily, only to find Lil D lying flat across her chair. Arms paddling wildly, she swims across an imaginary ocean. Her red-and-white striped pyjamas continue to slice through the oncoming waves until he sets the morning newspaper down on the table with a flourish. Tilting her head sideways to breathe out, ( Read more... ) -
D
Five seconds are an eternity as Lil D’s forehead creases in concentration over the freshly drawn comic strip. Two half-finished sandwiches overflowing with cheese, tomato slices and ham lie at the edge of the papers stacked in front of Lil D. She traces the words in the speech bubbles with her little fingers twice before training her sleepy eyes on ( Read more... ) -
Benchwarmer
I feel naked without a book to read - it's like not having an umbrella in the rain...only worse ( Read more... ) -
The Far Shore
The grey buildings rise up towards me like cardboard cutouts in a pop-up book and a fine blanket of grey dusts the evening with tiredness. I look up and I can see some new advertisements shouting at me to try the wonderful, exciting, fresh new breakfast of some fast-food chain. Two rows of seats stretch down the length of the train and those seated ( Read more... ) -
Random Encounters
In the words of my umbrella-wielding friend, "Life is a game. You have to level up."
It's a new year, and it seems like the random encounters are getting more interesting...
Encounter # 1: Elevator
Mango and I enter the elevator. A mother stands between us with her daughter sitting in a stroller. Her daughter has nice frizzy hair which makes you want ( Read more... ) -
I didn't pay attention in class when they were teaching celibacy in Kemahiran Hidup
Some days, I wonder how my heart works. Why I still love the people I do and why I feel happyhappy when I see them and get all awkward when I imagine them with someone else. There's no real basis for it, but I believe strongly in what the zodiac tells us about the people around us (mostly because I've had so much real life experience which proves ( Read more... ) -
I'm an LRT spy
I'm on my way back from work and it's raining outside, you can see the water washing away the day's dirt from the LRT windows. The air conditioning is cold enough to crystallize everyone's thoughts and I find myself standing in front of a boy and his father. The boy looks like he should be in Standard 3 but he speaks with a really touching ( Read more... ) -
My life as a translator (Part 2)
"Apa yang kamu buat kat kerja? Asyik tidur aje ( Read more... ) -
When love is forbidden, crying is a sin
Twisted arms rise, casting lazy shadows on the dusty earth. Brushing back strands of hair, she leans against the tree trunk to survey all that lies beneath the hill. Slender fingers smooth the ruffles in her skirt, folding it neatly before she sits. Ignoring the prickle of the grass and the crackle of dry leaves, her eyes remain shut. Slow. Sudden ( Read more... )