March 2010
48 posts
Home Comfort
i just came back from a reunion dinner with my mom’s side, and it was filled with such comfort, like free-falling into your own bed at the end of every day.
the conversations were a mangling of English and Malay, or English interspersed with malay lingo or even idiosyncrasies. words like “kurang ajar” (not sure if i spelt it correctly) will never be used by any of my friends, hence our speech...
Tear Me Apart
I’m still trying to shed this skin - the film that touched your soft flower skin leaving fingerprints, the one soothed by the faint rose tinge of your cologne like a lover’s rendezvous, the one that remembers the very deep, blue eyes which moved mountains.
While this skin may grow loose, and decay with time, my heart still pines for you, like erasing a tattoo - still stung with moments past.
Fold Yourself, Bend Yourself
I dislike how people pigeonhole others according to the presumptuous perception of society. It’s as if there’s a certain yardstick to abide by in Asian society, where anything else is considered a deviant. For instance, i would like to get inked but there are a host of reasons society throws at me, hindering me from getting one: firstly, i’m christian; secondly, my parents would severe all ties...
My parents were just dissuading me to pursue architecture, where my retort was “then who’s gonna build your houses in future?”
My dad replied matter-of-factly: “you don’t need to build my house, leave that to those goondus”.
That’s my parents for you. Modern, yet patriots when it comes to pragmatism - This is why i believe that pragmatism is a distinct Singaporean trait.
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Call me a dreamer,...
