Half-Hearted

Our effort is dependent to the heart, the passion, the fire that we have for a particular subject of life. People who are devoted in their job are willing to do more, working the extra mile without any hint of disdain feeling in the heart; people who are gung-ho in research, they are willing to […]

Read More

Antechamber

It was 7.30 a.m. I’m late. My nerves were screaming for me to rush, I’ve to be there for the interview. I’m so screwed. I parked my car at the usual spot of the school, where nobody liked to park. Frantically shutting down the car, turning off the engines, putting the shades to the windscreen to negate the sunlight from […]

Read More

Punished

“Why are you always back so late?” she cited in a brassy manner. I answered with silence after closing the door at my back as soft as possible, “Are you going out with girls?” It was the millionth time that she had mentioned this to me. “Do you still trust me, Jane?” she fell into […]

Read More

Not Dodged, Embraced.

After three classes back to back and a plate of mamak fried rice, here I was with Desmond arriving at a futsal court in PJ. My mind was fuzzy, wearied in many ways, I was not in the mood of having any sports. But, it was with my colleagues, it could be made as an […]

Read More

Work Hard.

I was putting on my shoes when it was the red light, the handbrakes were pulled, the semicolons on the digital clock was blinking as every second passed. 7:30 A.M. Late again. It was just the first few days of school, and there was my bad habit kicking in, always being not on time. Pulling over, I bide my mum […]

Read More

Once More…

I sat at my usual spot, right beneath the air-conditioner, averse to cold, but it was my usual spot. My fingers rambling across the keyboard, lines of words emerge from the pixelated screen. She sat athwart my seat, colouring, colours frolicked upon the paper, her waned dark-russet hair shielded her complexion. I could not help […]

Read More

Guise

The path in front of me is paved with obstacles, holes, problems that are made to tumble me down. I surmise that it is going to be straight. No, it is not at all straight. There are people that are sent to help us, acting as the beacon of light; there are people sent to […]

Read More

Culture Shock

It was directly after my resignation at the restaurant that I was working at, that place was prosaic, not challenging to my mind, a pittance for my insatiable hunger to learn more. I was writing, my blog, as usual. Mr. Saimun messaged me via Facebook, through my tiny blog page. Sure. I replied instantaneously, as I […]

Read More

3 Months

Fine. It had ended, three months of working in the food industry, more on the serving and management line. Broken free from the exploitation of my capabilities, and garnered a more than enough, valuable, painful, exhausting experience. 0600, I had to wake up, clean up, and walk to my work. Some Youtube and breakfast of […]

Read More