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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Typical Malaysian Family Conversations.

The dining table is a place where you share your daily with your family members, discuss politics, talk about the future, joke about one another, making sure good communication but not miscommunication is fostered between everyone in the family in... Continue Reading →

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Family Issues

Growing up in a typical Malaysian family is neither a great thing to praise about nor a bad thing to sully about, but as you can see from my blog, I rarely posted anything about my family, any good thing... Continue Reading →

Someone… Somewhere…

Hope they're save. I uttered to myself as I saw the escapees flooding into the ship to head for a safe haven. My stance was getting weaker at the front-line, everything was turning sour for our side, we were almost beaten down... Continue Reading →

Bane of Existence

You good-for-nothing! You are a disgrace to the family! I rather give birth to a char siew! "why am I borned in an Asian family?" I cocooned myself in the corner of my room, I got a C for my Maths,... Continue Reading →

寻潘之根(总)

The next day, as we crawled out of bed, we headed back to the ancestor's house for groupies. I am the one in grey, with brown sleeves. Haha, I just stood/crouched there and smiled. After massive photo shootings, they brought... Continue Reading →

My Big Hand And His Small Hand

"Mom... Could you bring me to school? It's the first day." Wah... My child is growing up. My big palms swallowed his, leading him into the gates for the very first time in his life time, and in mine, with him.... Continue Reading →

An Imaginary, Ethereal Bond.

Conundrums, enigmas, the worlds between us are filled with, are imaginary. I kept swimming in the ocean without shores where darkness engulfed me wholly, and with no ray of hope shimmering at any corner of eyes. We meet at unexpected times, at... Continue Reading →

Two Sisters

"Hahaha! Tag! Got'ya!" Yvonne crawled over to touch Cadence. "No! Shrieekkk! You are tagged, sis!" Cadence was not satisfied at all, she tagged Yvonne once they came in contact. "NO! You are!" the immensity of a puerile fight was about to break... Continue Reading →

Shalom (Three)

I was back in a dark room. An archaic wooden chair was placed in the midst of darkness. The sad recognition of the demise of my family hurt my heart so much. I did not feel like moving a muscle,... Continue Reading →

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