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dancing with the shadows.

Catching my breath as I laid my right foot midair, a graceful stance to signify the genesis of a training session. The room was dimly lit with a light bulb hanging singularly in the middle of the room. A gust... Continue Reading →

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love so simple

The somnolent gaze of the moon peeked through the window panes of the dimly lit living room where I sprawled across the sofa, lying lazily after a routine schedule of work. Jane was not home yet. Thousands of possibilities shot... Continue Reading →

burning a candle at both ends.

Here I am again, rambling through the frugality of the keyboard, drumming my thoughts and mind into the pixelated screen, letting them out to the world. I am never good with time and I want to change that- I want... Continue Reading →

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 →

Ornaments

Skating through the hustle and bustle of New York City, I was deluged in the evening lights just illuminating across the vicinity, making my way back home, wearied after a full week of work. I was not paying any attention... Continue Reading →

what we talk about when we talk about love by Raymond Carver (Book Review)

Nothing more American than this book, I had a tough time reading this book as I failed to comprehend the intrinsic meaning of each section of this book. This is a compilation of American shorts from the 80s which peered... Continue Reading →

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 →

the quality of Being

sitting, eating; being present, in the present. being here, being there, it is just about showing up, physically. your body might be there, but what about your mind? are you there? skimming through the faces that just meet once a... Continue Reading →

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