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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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2500 words

What a week it had been, it was a crazy but fun idea to be 'mass producing' what I love- I wrote around 2500 Chinese calligraphy words in a week. That was exhilarating, a fantastic experience. My work load was... Continue Reading →

Art of First Sight

The interior of the building was designed exquisitely, symmetrically satisfying, pleasing the architect's eyes with the golden ratio used throughout the measurements in the designs. I was standing in the home of interior design where Maths and architecture crossed roads... Continue Reading →

My First Car Accident

Damn, I took a detour back home to put some things, and this happened. It was the afternoon, scorching weather, Malaysia as usual. I drove casually, not rushing, not doing anything funny. There was a black Proton driving in front... Continue Reading →

Same Taste

Since last year, I have not met someone who has the ardour in writing, until now, Erica, she is a writer. How fate works, I do not fully understand. Last year, I had a rival, but I had lost contact... Continue Reading →

Fair Lady

His slender fingers across the black and white keys, the grandiose feelings that her poured into the strings bringing the crowd into a swing of emotions. The audience have their ears pinned to his melodious notes, lacing themselves into a... Continue Reading →

Scoured

The soothing water cascaded into my shoulders, leaving me with a numb sensation. I sat cross-legged, under the waterfalls of the Amazon, a majestic place where my escape plan was made true, but a mishap happened, my soul was not... Continue Reading →

Driving, Tension

My grip on the wheel was tight, inflexible. I adjusted my seat, the side mirrors, the back mirror, fasten up my seat belts. "Go on, give it a go." my instructor said in a rehearsed tone as if she had... Continue Reading →

Trial Examination

Tick. Tock. The hour┬áhand was swaying in circles with tremendous speed, the numbers of the date increased unknowingly, months became days, days turned to hours, hours finally broken down to seconds. I was here, beads of sweat rolling down my... Continue Reading →

First Crush (Part 3)

"Penndragon... Please don't kill me..." Anxiety crept into my voice, "I'm about to ask you a very serious question." "Don't worry," Her face is filled with curiosity, "Just spit it out." I took a deep breath, "Do you... remember about... Continue Reading →

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