The way these benches are arranged, I can’t help but put my head to the wall, and look, however painful, at the corner of my eyes, to see when that door opens, and what will happen next.
Even in my worst moments when I’m angriest or saddest with everything around me, the thought of violence appalls me so much that I can’t help but turn those emotions onto myself.
I remember late nights where I’d put on The Ronettes’ Be My Baby in the car and we’d sing it to each other as the city lights pass in red, blue and gold.
This tangankraf café/library in Muar has a surprisingly well-curated book collection and a nice selection of locally produced handicrafts.
55 Jalan Meriam
I’d like to tell the world that the proper spelling for the word ‘biadab’ is with a B at the end and not a P.
The popular spelling with a P at the end is ethno-nationalist slop because the last 3 letters fit the name of a political party.
Get it right, morons.
I just remembered that there are some people in the world who think gas(oline) is called that because it’s actually a gas, and not a liquid.
Now that I’m irrationally angry, you should be too.
And you ask me "How do you feel when you're away?"
And you ask me "How do you pass the days?"
Sing along to a song that I know,
It goes ‘bah-bah-bada’, sing it over and over.
Let it hypnotize you,
I'm still here right beside you.