Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.



waiting for peach blossoms to bloom.

Sauntering mindlessly through the shopping mall that was fully furbished Chinese New Year decorations- mostly red-and-golden themed- orchestrated by the jolly festive songs that jived in flawlessly with the festivity. My phone heavy in my pocket, my heart was absent... Continue Reading →

Balloon Twisting

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer and his brilliant post idea by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: "Kye, wanna go to do something fun?" Deb said in her cheeky voice as I was... Continue Reading →


Chinese New Year is a time to keep in touch with the long lost relatives, especially the older ones. They are the ones that keep the intrinsic meaning of Chinese New Year alive among the members in the family tree,... Continue Reading →

Meeting Her

The aperture greeted me with her serene demeanor, unexpected, unprecedented, she was right in front of my eyes. I was dumbfounded for a second, did not know how to react, I greeted to her, and to them. We were the... Continue Reading →

Tangled Skein

"Terima kasih, Uncle!" I paid the taxi driver some extra tips and made my way to the convention centre where the choir concert will be held. There were two main reasons, I do things with reasons adhered to them, or else... Continue Reading →

Saved (Re-blog)

  Without a second thought, I dived into the ocean, wanting to swim across to the isle opposite me which was not far as poorly perceived by my eyes. I swam with my eyes closed because the ocean was too... Continue Reading →

Shalom (Finale)

"This is going nowhere John." the grumpy voice said. "Everytime, you showed your ass up and tell me all these demotivating shit." the first voice had lost himself. "Boys. Don't quarrel." the calm female voice tried to fan off the... Continue Reading →

Coloured Hearts (Part 4)

The pitch in the King's institution was bathing in the morning sun, the team was practicing for the on-going State Trophy, we were kicked out during the first or second round for the past few years, mostly it was because of... Continue Reading →

Coloured Hearts (Part 3)

I felt my legs shaking, "Brian! Your Monday training!" I turned to look at the electronic clock, 06:31. Tadashi stood by my bed. "Crap." I uttered under my breath and scurried out to train. The sun was out, hanging at midway... Continue Reading →

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