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' If it comes to swinging, swing all, say I...' - Treasure Island

Little poppers to make use of silly wrappers,
coating crunches to give a knack of bloated punches.

What if we get away with putting on a show,
a splendid circus with glistening golds,
the crowd roars as the lines goes taunt.

Everyone's gone, so who's to haunt?

No one, but myself.

Make me real, as You are real.

Buccaneer

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Sixteen-hours bus ride was not as torturous with the likes of new found friends, Stevenson's Treasure Island & a good ol' music playlist.

Mamak breakfast in the wee hours, with everyone asleep on the bus at dawn, the unlit twin towers greeted my silent thoughts.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.

The wooden,faded stilt houses, unfriendly bronze-coloured cows swapping their tails at flies, stalls & stalls of Keropok Lekor...

The short stay in Terengganu made me realize Malaysia has so much undiscovered beauties.

"Why do you always come back to Malaysia?" I asked this Australian while climbing mount KK last year.

" I like it cos it's not a cultural void with just mere city lights... It has so,so much to offer."

Tell

Don't tell me the story of a perfect tale, where the leads get what they want with a magical genie's wish, where nothing breaks, not things, not dreams, not hearts. Half-orbed lives that never knew hope and perseverance in waiting, courage after a fall and love that takes a risk, a terrible risk.

Tell me instead of broken hearts, but hearts that have endured. Hearts that have known disappointments and despair, but in the face of oppressing fear, chose to rise and live, a far greater life that comes when depths are reached.

"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes."
—Alexandre Dumas