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Category Archives: Writing

Be Still, My Beating Heart

Be still, my beating heart Like the magnimous Bastille You loom and tower, dry as a bone A great, hulking figure in red You whistle softly in the wind. Gone, the sweet taste of rapture Beneath the jewels of my tongue My thirst for you is hunger unsatiated. I want to devour you- your hair, […]

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Casablanca 36

A man from MoroccoHe came to me in a dream There was a house named Casablanca 36 A haunted vision of cascading vines, that I was to seek. A blood-red orb burning in the sky While silvery raindrops, they are fallen And they slither down the feathery moss-green stones. And I met a woman whose […]

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The Writing Course

I signed up for a comprehensive creative writing course with the Writers Bureau of the UK a month ago. I finally got down to doing something like this for myself. It’s an online program, very flexible- I can take my own time to finish the assignments (30 in all), so long as it is done […]

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Sell out

I’m not a rich person. I have to save up my money to buy the things I like. And I like a LOT of pretty things, which means, I sometimes go hungry just so I can save up for the Panerai that I really, really, really want… Some extra cash would be nice. So I started […]

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The List

When she was younger, like 12 or 13, she had a List. It started out with 2-3 things. Then as she grew older, the list became longer. It was no longer about what she truly wanted deep inside. It was also about what society dictated, what her parents would’ve wanted for her, to make them […]

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The outcast

He was tired of it all. As he dragged his weary feet up the 5th flight of steps to his apartment, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the fetid smell of urine permeating the air, his mind was saying, you’re a loser, you’re a loser. He sighed, then jumped in fright as a huge rat, […]

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Commercial houses

Hubs and I took E to the Kizsports Gym & Playland in Bangsar Village II on Monday, during the Deepavali public holiday. It was early still (well, relatively), about 11 a.m. Traffic was smooth. We were due to meet Charlie, Shen & baby Gavin there for a few hours of riotous fun. I love the […]

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A Problem

You have a problem, he says. Because he is my husband and he says this, like he is perfect, I resent him. I get angry. I become defensive. I cook up reasons why I don’t have a problem. I tell him, this is my money. I’ve earned it through sheer hard work. I want to spoil […]

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Writing Project: Chapter 18

The pain came suddenly. Intense. Beyond the wildest imagination of men. He knew from experience that it would last only a few hours, and then go away. What the pain left, though would be emblazoned in his memory forever. But the passing seconds felt like an eternity. He stifled a scream, curled his fist into […]

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Retail Therapy

I’ve over-done the retail therapy thing. I tell myself, everytime I buy a new pair of shoes I don’t really need, or a handbag that costs more than my daughter’s bi-annual kindy fees, that I’m treating myself. That I deserve a gift. That I work hard for my money and therefore I should be able […]

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