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the walking wounded: How many more times must we meet...
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Has flooded the streets, listen to their voices! Monday, February 13, 2012. How many more times must we meet. When I took you aside and told you we have met a thousand years ago, it was not meant to be a pick up line. It was meant to be a reunion of two old souls. Eventually, it was only I who recognised you, while you have no inkling of who I am. The day we met for the third time, you stopped and looked at me. I wanted to say, as I did so many years ago: It is you. In Dhaka, you swept me off my feet and...
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free woman
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Tuesday, October 05, 2010. Bern and I went to view Kah Peng's art exhibition today (photos below). Some of his painting are quite marvelous. His are all landscape paintings of Malaysian and English heritage buildings, and some lovely scenic scenes. You could say his paintings are dreamy, idyllic and poetic. There is no 'chaos' or 'flaws' in it. They are serene and peaceful, each stroke predictive and guarded. I like this painting, and I am booking it until I have enough money to pay for it! Hello Faceboo...
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life is a fiction: Cheat.
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Life is a fiction. Based on a true story". Monday, August 22, 2011. No one can cheat death several times and not pay for it! At 18 months, the car she was travelling in with three other adults went down a ravine,. She was the baby who did not get hurt. At 6, she was hit by a motorcyclist when alighting a public bus, she ended up. With a five-day coma in the hospital. She was down with malaria and dengue when she was nine, they wrote about her in the newspaper. With every fall, crash, and collision, she w...
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the walking wounded: Bogeymen.
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Has flooded the streets, listen to their voices! Wednesday, July 27, 2011. I don't believe in your bogeymen. Jews, Christians, Communists, Wahabis. You've been invoking their names. Whispering in my ears. But all I see in my nightmares are you. I have my own faith. I believe in myself. The more you threaten me. The more I cling to my faith. You say these bogeymen are out to colonise my country. That they would threaten my life, my security. My dreams, my livelihood. Then you throw my friends into jail.
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the walking wounded: Pen.
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Has flooded the streets, listen to their voices! Sunday, July 17, 2011. THEY had come for our shirts. Our ties, our banners and flags. They will now come for our pens. Writers and poets like us. But we do not. THE pen is mightier than the sword! THICKER than blood, our ink. Words sharper than knives. Opinions carry rays that could sting. Clear the thickest fog. SWORDS may slit our throats. Slice our hearts outs. And leave scars open. BUT ink that flows. From the tips of our pens. Could start a revolution.
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life is a fiction: August 2011
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Life is a fiction. Based on a true story". Monday, August 22, 2011. No one can cheat death several times and not pay for it! At 18 months, the car she was travelling in with three other adults went down a ravine,. She was the baby who did not get hurt. At 6, she was hit by a motorcyclist when alighting a public bus, she ended up. With a five-day coma in the hospital. She was down with malaria and dengue when she was nine, they wrote about her in the newspaper. With every fall, crash, and collision, she w...
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life is a fiction: July 2010
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Life is a fiction. Based on a true story". Friday, July 23, 2010. There was a time and space, when I was little, when everything I said or did was controversial. The mystery surrounding my birth itself was bizarre. I gave my parents a few false alarms but every time, it was ‘no show’. Every alarm sent them into a state of frenzy; only to discover that I was not ready to leave my cocoon. I finally arrived on Sept 23, not via the ‘normal’ channel, but through a C-section. Why I decided not to have kids.
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life is a fiction: The river of fire
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Life is a fiction. Based on a true story". Tuesday, November 25, 2008. The river of fire. She watched the leaves fall around the garden. She felt she was a candle burning in the wind. She thought of a river flowing like a tongue of fire. Then she thought of what it was like to be God. It is better to think that God does not exist than to think he is a cruel God. Yes, God is a "he". In fact, God must surely be a man, devoid of compassion and mercy when he is needed most. Perhaps, it was only her being too...
