Following his gaze, I found myself looking at the waves rise and fall, calmly bringing forth greenish-indigo waters that weren't as much as gentle yesterday. I trail his orbs with my own, as they rush up to invade the stagnant beaches, and then retreat back into their own body. There was no life in the … Continue reading (1) Abdication
A...B...C...D...E...F...G...H...I...J...K...L...M...N...O...P...Q...R...S...T...U...V...W...X...Y...Z... 1. Yacumamas. A bigger creature darts ever-furiously, grinning hectically. It jumbles kites laid meticulously neat over practically quieter rains. Stretching through ubiquitously vanishing warmth, xenophobic Yacumamas* z-ing. Translation: A relatively large living thing runs around, angrily (as it always does), yet smiling crazily. It tangles and knots the kites that were carefully arranged across … Continue reading 26 Alphabet Myths.
Why I want to be a journalist? Every day, millions from all around the globe bring light even to the darkest places of our world. They strive to enlighten us, inform and share precious insight towards what might be happening on our ever-so chaotic, yet peaceful Earth. They call themselves ‘Journalists’, a humble, yet adequate … Continue reading An essay I wrote for an unforgettable experience.
Alexis... Female, in her late-twenties. She's the eldest in the bunch, yet she's the one who brings most of the fun. No one knows why she's in the group, but she seems to be the one who has been with Renee the longest. Damien... Male, 24. He's of Spanish descent. So, yes. One could say … Continue reading (0) A Prologue of sorts.
Four glasses, one ideal world and just 30 minutes before commencement. Wasn't this just the best way to start it all off? Just what could go wrong. Befitting jazz filled the sweet atmosphere of the night, the music player whirred lightly, as Alexis, Damien, June and Shaun held a toast of success regarding the launch … Continue reading (1) To humble beginnings.
I woke up today. It was really dark. My eyes where quite heavy at first, and I thought I couldn't open them. But I did manage, and my vision came back to me. I could really see again. As I looked around, I noticed that I had been lying on a bed. There was also … Continue reading (5) A Lost Cause.
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.
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.
I couldn't breathe. It almost felt as if I was drowning, as if my innards were excoriated, or on fire. Heart, now crushed and lungs suffocatingly numb. The seconds that passed by seemed to have lasted for hours, and with every growing minute, I could feel it. The life I had was slowly being tugged … Continue reading (4) Defying Death.