The Tunnel.

I've been in this tunnel for quite some time now. Well, at least long enough to discover the new-found feelings of solidarity and anxiety, of what lies in this miserable darkness. At first, I was terrified when I arrived. Fear overtook my empty mind, like arachnids nesting in the very corners of my imagination.   … Continue reading The Tunnel.


Being Malaysian.

To me, the phrase being Malaysian means nothing less of spending my summers playing badminton and eating Roti canai, as well as using both English and Malay bersama-sama* in a sentence, celebrating all sorts of festivals and dressing up in all sorts of traditional costumes. It was truly a part of our culture to be … Continue reading Being Malaysian.