I left the office early on Christmas Eve and went home to take a nap. I dreamt that I was queuing up for food in my school canteen in Penang, but it was located by the side of a shopping mall. I didn’t know what I wanted, so I let the girl behind me chooseContinue reading “Swans in Batu Uban (A Christmas Eve dream)”
No, no, November
November passed by really slowly at first, then in the last week it flew by and suddenly it was over. I started off the month trying to rush out two short stories – and I ended up writing “Two Figures in a Car” for Epigram Books and “One Last Time” for Fixi Novo. I spentContinue reading “No, no, November”
October is over
So glad that October has come to an end – the 31 days sure past by pretty slowly. This time last year, the last quarter of the year was an almost “breaking down” period for me, with so many commitments to meet and people to juggle. So this year, I am determined to manage itContinue reading “October is over”
Jerebu
A tribute to the annual haze Jerebu, jerebu Membebaskan udara kelabu Datang menjenguk Sambil mengangguk Jerebu, jerebu Mata direnjis debu Nafas kian terganggu Dan fikiran bercelaru Jerebu, jerebu Melancong dari Pekanbaru Hidung tersedut hangus Dan tubuh diliputi kabus Jerebu, jerebu Alam kian menjemu Jalan raya sunyi sepi Bagai apokalips zombi Turunlah hujan dari awan SementaraContinue reading “Jerebu”
Monsters (at Writing the City)
A writing exercise on the theme of “Monsters” as recounted by the person next to you. He had gotten the attention of the people in the room – the investor from Shanghai, the black guy from the neighbouring mob, his two accomplices and the mayor of the city. They sat across a long table, aContinue reading “Monsters (at Writing the City)”
The Mortal Instruments
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. -Julius Caesar, Act II Scene I
A Singing Bird is Caged
Have you ever seen a dwelling place so dense? Where every man erects an invisible fence Claiming their territory, claiming their ground All the while looking 300 feet down It’s a graveyard for the living Stacked like cabinet filing For widows and young professionals Who die from the weight of expectation Where wars are wagedContinue reading “A Singing Bird is Caged”
When September ends
September breezed by knowingly, yet unknowingly. I had just come back from the Bloom Women’s Conference in KL and landed straight at home to attend a beautiful wedding at Parkroyal on Pickering. Then I was off to the Design Film Festival, spending my hard-earned money on Barbicania, 808 and Iris, three films I really enjoyedContinue reading “When September ends”
Wan Phing Lim 