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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Too Good To Be True

The tinge of the russet skies dawned the book store at the heart of Kuala Lumpur. I realised that I was there for almost the whole day, indulging myself in the new-found love for suspense romance stories, oblivion to the... Continue Reading →

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Selling Away My Birthright.

Everyone is blessed with the prerogative to choose and to determine their future paths. You can be doing things that you have in mind if you can just do it; you can be with the one that you desire if... Continue Reading →

GREATER

Blood was dripping down my chin as I stood wobbly with a beaten-up body, I was at my limits as my vision started to swirl into a blurry tango. The opponent was laying flat right in front of me, not... Continue Reading →

psychedelic

Losing my everything, I was sunk into an endless loop drowning deeper into my loss. I could barely get a hold of myself, even my very breath, all of those were secondary. She left me because of who I was... Continue Reading →

Like A Child

Inquisitiveness basked the field in the evening when the russet crimson contoured across the skies as well as the grass where two little children were frolicking in their imaginative world. They were innocent, younger than most of us, chasing each... Continue Reading →

do or do not, there is no try.

The sun overhung above me, shining mercilessly on me, scorching the air that I breathed. I was heaving heavily as I reached my 3rd km mark, my body was shouting out for me to quit, to take a rest, and... Continue Reading →

dancing with the shadows.

Catching my breath as I laid my right foot midair, a graceful stance to signify the genesis of a training session. The room was dimly lit with a light bulb hanging singularly in the middle of the room. A gust... Continue Reading →

love so simple

The somnolent gaze of the moon peeked through the window panes of the dimly lit living room where I sprawled across the sofa, lying lazily after a routine schedule of work. Jane was not home yet. Thousands of possibilities shot... Continue Reading →

slipping into conformity.

Sipping through the green plastic straw that was from the signature Starbucks tumbler, I made my way through the hustle and bustle of the Kuala Lumpur city center. Pacing my way to the office without any delay as I hated... Continue Reading →

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