Sleep • Eleven on One Leg

Eleven ghosts, all dressed in red ballet outfits. When the clock hit 11am they would all go to the kitchen and stand in a straight line on one leg.

Sleep • I Died in His Arms

It’s Hari Raya and we have guests visiting our house. Suddenly a group of people in a jeep attacks us. Four of the guests who are family close friends take positions to guard the house. I’m sleeping under a blanket when I hear one of them calls my name. The one I call uncle and has been the closest to me since childhood. I don’t know where my parents or everyone else are. He says we need to hurry so he carries me to the car. On the way to the car he suddenly apologises for what he’s about to do, then pulls out a gun. We struggle and he shoots me in the back. It turns out he was one of the bad guys. He also kills the other three friends. I don’t feel the pain from the bullet, but the betrayal and the disappointment hit pretty hard.

Yes it was just a normal dream but what made it weird was that the man who killed me was Dave Bautista. To me his roles always portray him as fierce but with a soft-hearted side. Someone who fights for you, not against you. I was in his arms. I died in his fucking arms.

Sleep • Fuck you Dan. Be Creative.

I was kidnapped in my dream last night by a guy named Daniel. He took me to an island, threw me in a cage and kept threatening me with a gun. He was so obsessed with that gun it made me sick. So typical and boring.

The Final Chapter

I visited your town one last time. It felt like a ghost town, eerily quiet. I don’t remember the scent of your perfume, and I’m not sure I ever really did. I can no longer recognise your voice inside my head. You have become a distorted image, familiar yet unrecognisable.

The only thing I remember is your favourite colour blue and how much you despised the colour yellow, and you in that red t-shirt.

“Pluto’s Last Comet”

I hope you win in life as you deserve. Dreams aren’t always meant to be broken. It is to be pursued and fought for, through the darkness and in the light.

***

I didn’t win in this story.

Epilogue

“There’s always next time.”

“Yeah there’s always next time.”

Somewhere in August 2023, the weather was nice as I vividly remember. It was election day so plan for the day was to head back to my parents' to vote and then rush back to my place. By the time I arrived it was already late. The next day you had already gone back to your town. I sat in my room with “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift playing on repeat in the background for the entire night.

I did my nails, soft pink with a touch of pearl chrome powder, my go to. 

***

Here I am with just two hours left before 2025 ends, listening to “Enchanted” again, on repeat, for one last time I promise. I’m leaving everything about you in 2025.

Happy New Year 

***

A Hunting Memory

Haunted by the illusion, 
a silhouette in my dream 
a specter in my memory.

Sleep • The Wrong Place

I found myself trapped in a revolving door at a hotel, surrounded by five polices. There was an active shooter in the next building and I happened to be in the area. One of the polices, let’s call him A, whispered to me, "Don’t make eye contact. Do not make eye contact." as if the shooter would target anyone who met his gaze.

Later I visited A at his place, he lived in a hotel. Before I entered the lobby I saw a guy in a white jersey with the number 23 or 29 on it. I instantly recognised him. He had been at the shooting scene but was just a bystander. I suddenly had this feeling that he wanted to harm A. So I rushed into the hotel, which was no longer a hotel but a hostel. A football coach told me A was in his room so I went upstairs. He seemed troubled. I started telling him about the guy I saw at the entrance. And that was where the dream ended.

It felt like watching a Netflix movie.

#3 empty swimming pool

POST HUMAN: Bring Me The Horizon live at Surf Beach, Sunway Lagoon

A Reality That Doesn't Exist

The lines become blurred, as if all that happened over the past two months was not real. No pictures, no mementos, nothing. 

Like I was just dreaming. Where the concept I fantasised about perfectly projected into my brain, now fades away as I wake up and the weigh of the breakdown is heavy as it was in my dreams.

​I'm still at the restaurant but the milkshake doesn’t taste the same anymore.

The mellow in your gaze, 

The warmth in my face 

Take me back to that good night; 

To defy every fate of the universe 

Let me drown in the illusion, 

as it rhymes with my heartbeats 

So take me back to that good night, 

Let me dream again.

⋆.°🦋༘⋆ .˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚

Ara Damansara fellas ⋆🐾°

 “Believe me, your memory will carry on.”

Perfume

On a Monday morning, I was in a rush.

I walked constantly fast, with a bag hanging on my right shoulder and a yellow umbrella in my left hand. 

Suddenly, I smelled something familiar. The scent was strong yet comforting. It was in the air wrapping my body as I was being hugged by a loving soul.

I stopped and looked around, searching for a figure who might have just passed by. Nothing, there was no one. I was walking all alone. 

I turned back and continued on my way thinking, “I know this smell.” I smiled as I whispered, “I miss you.”

Sleep • If you could wake up tomorrow having gained one superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility. One night I dreamed I was wandering through a dark foggy area surrounded by tall grass when a man dressed in black suddenly appeared, riding a horse and swinging a sword at me. I managed to escape and hide in a small cabin but unfortunately he found the cabin. 

My inner voice told me to pretend I was invisible and it worked. The man walked right past me without the slightest idea that I was just inches away from him. Since then whenever I have a nightmare, I simply pretend I'm invisible. 

Row row row your boat gently down the stream

Sunset to Sunrise

Planes in the night sky look like shooting stars

Whether to feel happy or sad, you decide. 

Some people become emotional at night, a moment for them to feel alive and reminisce. For some who have yet to discover life, or for someone who has encountered too much.

Look at those stars, they shine for these people. Some have been around for billions of years and have witnessed so much of humankind.

Coherence 2013

Imagine being stuck in a different reality where your friends and family are actually strangers because you don’t belong in that dimension. 

The infinite leads to possibilities. One of the best science fictions I have ever watched. 

It’s interesting to think that humans have this same trait where we could feel threathened by another version of ourselves eventhough we are basically the same. 

Would you fight/kill “you”?