The Silent Room

I was just Googling around for my name and I found this. Haha.

Why can’t I do anything to help? How am I supposed to be in peace to see that kind of suffering? So near, yet so far? I want to make things easier. But my hands are somehwat taintful, and at times, dangerous. Something has got to give for something else, I guess. This sucks.

I was driving home from Cyberjaya today and decided to escape the RM1.60 toll through the Kajang SiLK highway. As I made a turn at the traffic light into Balakong, my handphone rang and I picked up to answer it, while continuing to make my way. After I was done with the call, I stopped [...]

I have never felt so insulted in my life. After a few months spending university life living with my parents, I’m not exactly pleased with a few things. Simply put, I’m not too fond of having people breathing down my neck. Seeing how my other siblings, including my sister, who spent her days at MMU [...]

I’ve said my part. Heard hers. No harsh feelings. Just sad ones. The short walk together was heavenly, and it’s time to part ways and go on our own paths, until they cross again. It was all whispers in the end. Me: There’s nothing left to say, is there? She: I’m sorry. Me: Do you [...]