Wish

Dear Santa,

I want my little brother back. I miss him.

Love,

Rosie

Memories

Dear Leonard,

Memories mature us. I wish we could start over like an unpainted canvas. I wish I could wake up one day, in your arms, and I would run my fingers on your soft lips, and I would ask for your name and compliment the familiarity of your eyes.

Love,
Virginia

Differences

Dear Virginia,

I have to say I really like her. She's willing to meet my family and friends. She wants to do things I'm partial for. Virginia, she's so... enthusiastic. I'm opening up a new path, shall we?

Love,
Leonard

Optimism

Dear Leonard,

I only see the things we did together, rather than the things we did not do. I guess I'm blind that way. I wish you were too.

Love,
Virginia

Walk The Dog

He enjoys it immensely, walking the dog. Every morning he walks a purebred saluki on a leather leash he bought in Prague years ago with a just-in-case afterthought that he would eventually pet one. In fact, anything on a leash gives him a sense of control, be it Jinkies or some guy he met online. He walks him everywhere, to the park, the gym, some cafe, Ikea, you name it. But he earned Jinkies like an expert dognapper, and that afterthought in Prague proved useful when he snuck into a yard and unwound a nylon leash off a tree. They fled together with a mutual notion that he was rescuing Jinkies from neglect while Jinkies had wished to be swept away by a devoted master.

Everything But Us

He said he won't put up a picture of us amongst his visuals of goals, soon-to-be-framed things-to-achieve-in-life because he wouldn't want to limit himself. And I cried a little inside.

The Racist & Insecure Malays

See for yourself the passionately racist and the sheer insecurities of Malay students reacting to the proposal of opening up a Bumiputra-specialized university to other racial groups. The proposed quota was for 10%, I repeat, 10-measly-percent to allow potential students from other ethnicity into the university and yet, the shitty and immature behaviour of these young people are just saddening, borderline disturbing. And I don't understand how an ethnic majority, already severely handicapped, could be so backward and delusional to think that by opening up would only see the destruction and the end to the Malay rights? Ridiculous. To actually believe that we are the weakest people in the country in need of crutches for the rest of our lives (tempang ke kena pakai tongkat sampai akhir zaman?), and free of hardships until the end of days? That's like using drugs in the Olympics, glorification the easy, lazy way. And the thing here is that the Malays, we, believe that we are such willful and adamant people yet the reactions displayed are saying otherwise. If you think you're strong, then what's with the cowardliness and the insecurity? "Pengkhianat bangsa"? Oh please.


Note: "Pengkhianat bangsa" translates to "racial traitor". Funny.

Artist of the Month: June #2

Henri Rousseau
Rendezvous In The Forest, 1889, Oil on canvas

Artist of the Month: June #1

Henri Rousseau
A Carnival Evening, 1886, Oil on canvas