Posted by: curiousee on: August 30, 2009
it’s creeping in – something. i don’t really know what to call it because i am not sure what ‘it’ is.
not reality, not really because i do not think that i’ve been living in illusions and dreams. the heartache and the rumbles of laughter tells me, no, i wasn’t away from realisations. not illusions too, [...]
Posted by: curiousee on: August 25, 2009
so she comes up to her and kneels down. she hears her sobs, she sees her tears and throughout the whole time, says nothing at all. after a moment, she shifts and reach out her hand and she says, “the time when you are suffering are the most valuable time. it is understandable that we [...]
Posted by: curiousee on: August 6, 2009
people who have been reading this space, when meeting me in person, found it hard to believe that i am one and the same that wrote all those that they have been reading. it is not a surprise to me because i know a lot about myself and i understand why they would be surprised [...]
Posted by: curiousee on: August 5, 2009
i’ve been keeping in touch with my malay literature these past few weeks and was thoroughly impressed and touched by J.M Aziz’s poems. was sitting infront of the television in a yoga position, body aching and feverish, started mumbling.
“akak tengah recite poem or something?”
“bukan…akak tengah buat sajak…”
mel said she was tired herself and didn’t [...]
