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Shrinks: The Untold Story of Psychiatry by Jeffrey Lieberman & Ogi Ogas (Book Review)

An interesting insight of the annals of psychology. This book dwell deep into the history of the doctors for mental illness, minute and detailed story line-up that explains how this industry had been stigmatized and now being one of the... Continue Reading →

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Trichotillomania

This is something that I recently found out, and to be honest, I never knew this is a disease of the mind, the stigmatized term of the contempo society- a mental illness. Trichotillomania (TTM) is the recurrent pulling of one's... Continue Reading →

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 →

You Are Not The Only One

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, reflected resplendently upon my blighted soul, transpiring the depths of my layered protective feelings. Encapsulated in those thick layers, there was I, buried deep down. Cocooned in myself, crying by myself, leaving tears where... Continue Reading →

Avoid At All Costs!

As you are walking down a dark alley, alone, in the dark cold nights where the street lights were flickering, you sensed a malevolent presence near you. Discomfort surged through your veins, fight-and-flight ready, your hands reached down into your... Continue Reading →

schIzOphreniA

Beep. Beep. Beep. A rudimentary morning, routine clean-up to be done. My mind was still groggy, not a single noise was interrupting yet with these quiet wee hours after a peaceful sleep. I got up, running auto-pilot, got myself cleaned up... Continue Reading →

Lepers

12 is the age for childhood to end and taking flight into the adolescent years, but not for this Makcik. Her hometown was in Kelantan, near the seas. She was a gung-ho for the seas and catching fishes, but everything... Continue Reading →

When We Were Young

I was sitting by the tarred ground, a bottle in my hand, sober and tired with reality. My vision was twirling in fantastic patterns, the alcohol was working wonders on me, making a temporal escape for me. The streets lights... Continue Reading →

It Takes A Lot to Jump

The nights were blaring with red and blue lights, it was freaking noisy, my heart was already impaled with the thought of ending my life by jumping off this edifice, and here came the ‘rescue’- more of a let-down. My... Continue Reading →

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