There will be a point in life
Where you’re simply, utterly
Frustrated with yourself...
[This is an Indian fable]
The town of Hamelin was all peaceful and ordered until one day, when out of nowhere a horde of rats came. The rats squealed during the nights, bit and tore the clothing, and ran around the food stores...
There’s a pink cloud above my head
Am giggling...
[This is an Indian fable]
The King had been confused about something for a long time, so he mused out loud to his minister, “In terms of productivity, dogs are always leading when compared to goats. But how come, we see only...
[This is an Indian fable]
The moon was high up, and a wolf wasn’t happy about it. The wolf was almost furious. He was edgy. Where had all the preys gone? No food. And his wife was waiting at home....
[This is a folk tale]
Now, this is a major part of the Malacca history but no, it’s not about boring dates and unfathomable facts and bizarre ancient names, no. In fact, this is an interesting tale of how Malacca got its name....
[ This is an Indian fable ]
The sun was ruthless. And the King was restless. The King had then suddenly taken an interest to visiting the countryside near his town’s borderline. He was too bored....
You’re playing me our song
Eyes on me, fingers on strings...
He’s on the driver’s seat
Cigarette...
Birds flying around in pairs
Could’ve mistaken their giddy tweets...
I shut the world off, it seems
I'm suddenly fluffy as clouds...
Once upon a time there was this stupid old- who am I kidding? Alright, alright. That was once upon MY time.
I was sunbathing on the beach. Fine. THAT, and feasting my eyes with the girls around. It was all happy day and blue sky...
I will not fail. I must not fail. I won’t. I mustn’t. I chanted this mantra for the thousandth time. Yes, for the thousandth time. Oh, why? It was so obvious, wasn’t it? Because it just wouldn’t work wonders! Gah! I balled my clammy hands...
I scurried to the front gate clumsily so that I could at least pretend I couldn’t hear her. I pulled on my shoes hastily, adjusted the straps of my bag frantically again and yes, just in time –
“Another energy...
Bea holds me at arm’s length and gives me one last hair-to-toes inspection. She twirls me around like I’m a mannequin of sorts. Tenacious Beatrice Hawthorne mode is still on. She squeals out of the blue, making me jump back a little. Clapping...