Busted Tyre in The Middle of Nowhere in Kelantan


Kedebanggg! I heard a loud sound and a few seconds later felt the front of my car tilt.I was travelling in Kelantan, looking for dinner. It was the main road from Gua Musang to Kota Bahru and it was full of large potholes. And it was poorly lit. My front wheel went into a big hole and it burst the tyre. I pulled into a row of dimly lit shophouses. When I got out, I saw that the wall of the tyre had a gaping tear. I had to change it. After I installed the spare, I was faced with … Continue reading Busted Tyre in The Middle of Nowhere in Kelantan

Dear Paprika: Self Harm is Never The Solution


Dear Paprika, Yesterday, I was at a public toilet in Kuala Lipis. An attendant sat outside the toilet collecting money for its use. She had horrible burn scars on her face and I asked her about it. Her cheeks were deformed, her lips were large and thick, and the skin on her face and hands bore the wrinkly, bumpy, melted skin texture of a burnt victim. “What happened?” I asked as I gestured at her face. “Fire?” “Yes,” she replied with a little smile as if to hide her shame. “Was it your husband?” “No.” Phew! I thought to myself. … Continue reading Dear Paprika: Self Harm is Never The Solution

Poem: I’m A Man, My Duty Calls


I’m weary but the journey’s still so far,My path’s unknown, beneath evening’s star.Fatigue weighs heavy, I’m tired, unclear,Yet onward I press, in the night so sheer. I feel the chill, fear wraps round my core,Yet brave I must stand, feelings I ignore.A man I must be, though inside I falter,Concealing the dark fears like a stoic alter. As a man I stand, unseeable foes to face,Dragons veiled in shadows, in a terrible place.Against the unseen, my battles begin,I must conquer these dragons, I have to win. In the dark unknown, my struggles unfold,Battle after battle, but my tales are untold.Heaven … Continue reading Poem: I’m A Man, My Duty Calls