And the day comes when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom ~ Anais Nin
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Kuala Lumpur 2020
I went to the clinic again today. This time I was referred to the senior dentist. I wasn't exactly worried. Some folks in the town had told me he is well-known. I'm still wearing off the sedatives, had an onigiri when I got back, made porridge...Onigiri is another story altogether. I will save it for... Continue Reading →
The Crisis, ComrART
Shall never resolve. This has got to be awful. Anger in no place has ever really worked, at least never for you. Never did it occur to you in the confines of you four walls, nor will it ever when it is provoked within you. Hell NO, not at all when you are sedated, half... Continue Reading →
How to deal with being a coward?
Cry often, Try to think of; everything in ten, ten, ten. Ten cans of sardines, A basket of eggs, Ten baskets of egg, egg, egg. Cry often, It is a heartache, Ten, ten, ten, Ten coffee cups, Ten guitar picks, Ten stupid years; That's better.
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Anna O. “Only a Girl”
Love did not come to me - So I vegetate like a plant, In a cellar, without light. Love did not come to me - So I resound like a violin, whose bow has been broken. Love did not come to me - So I immerse myself in work, Living myself sore from duty. Love... Continue Reading →
Bubble Wraps
I think I like him. A lot. “Ok la, ok what” I think I love him. I think I don’t. I think I do. I think maybe not. “You think a lot” He is handsome. I think he is. I think he has a really nice frame. I think he is compassionate. “Picture perfect” A... Continue Reading →
Otto F. Kernberg
It seemed easier to like someone when she could not have dealt with herself, never -- especially not with what she had discovered. Not with the body she was in. Not with having it tested what it tasted like against another. Not under cover. Emma. That someone happens to be my only boyfriend who would... Continue Reading →
Cherry Blossom
when love is a topic, it is better off with a tooth pick, because when the topic gets boring, there can be sandwich, some radish, and a bit. if love is your best pick! it is always best to go for a picnic, over there you learn a bit, about life, pain and a lot... Continue Reading →
Doormat
Two more papers, And then we will grow old, Just two more papers, Laundry is not stressful. Two more papers, And then I'm gonna try and hold, myself on the ground, and never again too old. If you had told, we are growing bold, because life is becoming cold, and watching me listening like it... Continue Reading →
Rabindranath Tagore
What is Art? It's the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real
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