Tag Archives: Non fiction

orange fashion

The thing about this part of KL- the part that I live in- is that its a little up-side and with streams of students who seem to wear a uniform of long tee’s and knee length shorts (or longer or … Continue reading

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dripping hearts

Sometimes it’s as if I’m forcing my heart open, holding it open with every ounce of will, dripping will. Dripping off of me. Bits of my heart drop down and dribble in gooey black-red strands, closing, in each of its … Continue reading

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Malaysian roads

When you first come to Malaysia, as a very little girl, you see the roads and vast stretches of palm trees with the forest in the distance.  There will always be the forest behind and underneath everything. And the mountains. When you … Continue reading

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shadow men

Pockets light, sugar tight, checked shirts, let’s walk in tandem, now, right now. We look silvery. They look silvery, its half dark. I can’t tell, maybe they are twins or a father and his son or a son and his … Continue reading

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pointless

Kind of ugly and pointless truly  (although what I just wrote is all false) I loved making this while this pounds through my head, like some curious feeling of enough :P, yeah and some more of 😛      

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the friendship tree

When I see this tree again, I’ll be thinking “Old friend, I’ve missed you…”  

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Portrait of Scat: Dawn

This is Scat, on the left, sitting with her skirt surrounding her, in an enchanted forest. She always loved red skirts. The view from above: And she is beautiful. ~THE END~ Transition:

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Portrait of Scat: Morning

The bells are ringing, dust is falling, rose petals rain down on the town square… The rest of 2010 can’t feel anything-like a wall- ouch-OUCH-stop that- ALL her fault- can’t think- can’t be myself- ARGH!-like i’ve been sucked dry mentally- … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Afternoon

22nd March, 2010 Get out. Get out ! No. NO. Now. Don’t be seen. Don’t let them see you. ESCAPE. TO FREEDOM. now. NOW. NOWWWW!! Enough is enough. Don’t let them control you. Don’t let them find you.RUN. RUN. don’t … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Evening

“I feel bad for the way we treated you, now. I didn’t know you had all those monsters/fire in your head…” “Do you remember Teacher J? She told us off for the way we treated you…” I had monsters and … Continue reading

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