CIRCUSITCH

my dad smokes in my room
i can smell him after he left hours ago
i play the computer late at night
because i can’t seem to close my eyes
and find sleep
my thoughts take a walk when the moon
is up
they have a penchant for dark stuff,
dark moments
i am left with the cigarette smoke
that swims in my hair and [...]

This weekend I went back to Ipoh for my graduation. I met friends I haven’t seen for a while and also get to hang out with my family. I showed them the nice places to eat all around Batu Gajah – Ipoh and bought tons of magazines. I wished I had the time to [...]

I highlight the word center but she refuses to sigh
look, i say, we are on the MAP
the word pronounced like a blow
and we cover our hearts with our hands.
I am lonely tonight, and only the words understand as they dance across the screen. They give meaning to my existence, or lack of it, or maybe [...]

This is Bandung in full technicolor.
I want to write about my job, the transitions from London-Malaysia, how I wanted to buy a cempedak goreng in the rain at the pasar malam, but i am busy making online eyes with a cutie. Let me give you a poem instead:
Tonight I wear high heels,
and water [...]

I’m back, finally. After how many hours on the plane, transits (Dubai, then Singapore) I arrived malaysian soil nearly midnight. It felt so good to be back. I reached home and woke up my sisters from sleeping to give them their stuff. We all hung out at the living room for a while.
[...]

Once in a while there will be someone who writes really beautiful pieces that makes you feel like wow! strike!.
I’ve known about her (online) for the longest time but have only started to read her 2 months ago. I am having the biggest, full on face-off crush on her writing style, and her words. This [...]

It is not easy to convince someone that we’re going to be okay. It’s not like this sort of thing carries with it a money back guarantee, or an insurance. I try to let it pass with time, let nature work its magic instead of nurturing it the way a helpless person would.
Sometimes I catch [...]