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Seated by the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in my hand, dwindling it as I was waiting for my dearest husband to be back from work. Although it might not seem much or somewhat overdoing it, I... Continue Reading →

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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 →

End Of The Line?

Half walking, half trampling through the steps that I was taking, pacing forwards as if nothing could stop me, but me. I was wearied, my energy was sucked out clean by lethargy itself. Profuse sweat stuck on me, covering my... Continue Reading →

The Price of Art

Art is a form of expression of our inner-most feelings, the conscious ones as well as those unconscious ones. It is credence to say everything that we do involves a little more of art than we have imagined. When we... Continue Reading →

Speaking Weight

Teaching is intriguing and one of the most interesting passions that I have. I got to meet so many types of people from across the spectrum of personalities, there were the smart ones, the arrogant ones, the not-so-bright ones, the... Continue Reading →

Decisions. Dilemma.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, my subcutaneous layer was still raging with the lingering sensation of the burning pit of rubble. The mask felt heavy against my head, I removed it, sweat poured out unto the cold hard ground concocted with... Continue Reading →

Get Some Rest. You Deserve It.

Hustle and bustle. Rushing here and there, Never even have the time to spare, For yourselves. To whoever who is working, Take a rest, You deserve it. Why? I have not finished my project. I have not earned enough money.... Continue Reading →

Killing Time

Waking up early on Saturdays, went to work. Played some games during the free times, just to avoid picking up a book to read, or to even write something that was planned long ago. I just liked to waste my... Continue Reading →

Impromptu, Unprecedented.

Morning, 5.00 a.m. still laying on bed procrastinating on assignments that needed to be handed in in two days. I was still having the pangs of sickness lingering in my head, my throat, my body, I was told by my... Continue Reading →

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