Home, the second one.

I can’t open blogger so I prefer to rant here. it’s nice, no? to have two places to write and publish without having it proof-read. feels like running to your second husband’s house. (ah…if only we could).
a short one;
i once came across a friend who asked me where my home was. I said ‘Malaysia’ and [...]

I Had A Dream

I had a dream last night about Israel. I remember being in Singapore and met several Jews from an old Israeli woman to her husband. We rented their house, for a reason I still can’t seem to figure out. Then one by one, these Israeli came up to me and apologized for all the Palestinian [...]

Mischka et Gaspard; Little Love.

“Mischka! Venez!” Gaspard urged her to come closer, his hands flapping in direction of her. She seemed hesitant, standing on the sandy ground, a large gap between both of them. Mischka never liked the sea. She was afraid of it. She saw how it had swallowed her brother whole three years ago and had done [...]

Sun.

Dawn was breaking. She sat there, on the swings under the large apple tree, all alone in the sanctuary that Jacques had made for her in Southern France. She hummed to a lullaby that her mother had often sing to her as a child and softly kicked her feet on and off the grass as [...]

i do not bother.

I don’t bother anymore. I’ll just post whatever I wish from now on. And I do so because I can, no?
It’s the rebel talking there.