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Archive for January, 2009

Notes from my handphone:
I thought about how betrayal doesn’t always come accompanied by fanfare and drama. It’s not like a chinese tvb series with plot twists and high stakes and blatantly two faced characters. Sometimes betrayal is quiet and casual, perhaps even unrealised by the traitor. It is words unthinkingly dropped, confidences casually betrayed.
I never [...]

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I just finished reading Twilight and I was going to write a long, ranty post on all the things about it that I find extremely disturbing. Then I did a quick Google search and realised that people have been there and done that already.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sarah-seltzer/twilight-sexual-longing-i_b_117927.html
http://thechicktionary.com/post/60724571/twilight-as-fundie-girl-wet-dream-lit-spoilers
http://psa.blastmagazine.com/2008/08/16/twilight-sucks-and-not-in-a-good-way/
http://psa.blastmagazine.com/2008/08/23/twilight-a-follow-up-and-a-promise/
Who in their right mind would allow teenage girls to read this [...]

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A few nights ago, while waiting for Peng outside her house, a guard drove slowly past my car and suddenly I remembered another night, in another car, outside another house.
I was saying goodbye to someone when a guard just like this one came past to check on us. I pointed to my old house and [...]

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say something

I would give anything to be back in Melbourne.

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In the night I unlock the windows and they make a swishing sound as I draw the pane of glass across. Taman Tun lies before me, the lights glittering, the far-away sound of cars from a distant highway. At three am, the world’s citizens sum to two: me and the lights. There isn’t a single [...]

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Here’s what I want from the new year.
I want to be happy. Not a happiness borne out of having everything in your life be perfect but a happiness that is hard-won and all my own. I want to be happy despite everything not being perfect, despite the painful bits, the unanswered questions, the neverending heartache. [...]

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Through the hum of the air-conditioner I hear the rain.
It’s such a pretty word, rain, a curiously feminine word for what I have always thought of as a masculine phenomenon.
I’ve always loved the rain, the way it looks, the way it sounds. I love the twin gods of a rainstorm, thunder and lightning. I love [...]

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