Gibbers & Jabbers

done with life at 3am and yet.

I am writing this because Mr Ong and some of my friends think I’m traumatised or something don’t worry I’m not traumatised ok

And so it begins again.

yes, it is what it is.

I have been brought up to respect my parents, respect my family and relatives, respect the aunty I didn’t even know existed in India and…

one day, she was a piggy bank. she let them shake out every note, every cent till their pockets were bulging and jingling with the sounds…

for when you’re feeling a little lost,

a painfully brief biography of the lives that have led up to mine, and how they continue to live vicariously through me.

broken steam for starry-eyed dreams