From afar I saw two workers, meticulously separating something which I have lack interest of to observe. What seemed to attract me was the run down wooden house on my left. Partially destroyed, the gaping entrance stared at me in it’s most sleaziest manner as if it knew my admiration towards subject surrounding mystery. That … More DailyProse#40|The curious case of Valley of Hope (2/2)

It was just last night I clicked “Interested” for a talk that seeks to problematise British knowledge production of leprosy in colonial Malaysia and this morning, I accidentally visited the Valley of Hope, Sg. Buloh. Gardening is my mother’s favorite activity and while we were Sg. Buloh she was just like a fat kid in … More DailyProse#40|The curious case of Valley of Hope (1/2)

Frankie and I paced ourselves towards the highest point of the newly relocated Kg. Tampasak. As we reached the top, the view was rather disappointing for me but a trip back to memory lane for Frankie. “Over there, that’s where Tampasak used to be..and that’s the Babagon dam.” his index finger pointed towards a nearby … More DailyProse#39|Nervous

“So spiritual is non-applicable in your case?” I stared deep inside my heart for solace and answer but only neutrality greeted me. That’s how I feel about religion and God…just neutral.

Sighs of relief can be heard in the van with a combination of some curses casually slipped out from my mouth. We are done with today’s interview and ready to get back to the hotel. Our white van winds through the old route within the Crocker range. Whilst at a higher elevation, we could see … More DailyProse#37|Mist

A cold glass of local concoction, made of Lihing (a local rice wine) mixed with lychee syrup was placed gently in front of me. The sweet beverage slowly made it’s way down my throat leaving a warm sensation along the way. A few minutes ago I received a damning email which has confirmed that I … More DailyProse#36|Lihing

My GRAB driver had a typical middle-aged conservative Malay Muslim facial hair; countable and slightly long strings of hair planted across his chin. “We have no right to punish or judge people, that is God’s job. Our job is to touch people’s hearts through kindness.”  

When a building is demolished, a landscape of a certain location is erased. And at the same time, memories of the people that have shared experience related to the building will also slowly disappear. #Conversation – with Mahen