Age of Glory and nostalgia
The sky is grey and the air heavy with mist as I get into my car to drive to work. I’m running a little late but it is okay, I Continue Reading →
The sky is grey and the air heavy with mist as I get into my car to drive to work. I’m running a little late but it is okay, I Continue Reading →
‘Nostalgic memories can evoke happiness’ the article said. I search my brain for my earliest memories. I see myself hiding under my bed to get away from the noise of Continue Reading →
Since starting my blog a few schoolmates from Bukit Ibam have contacted me. Some have vivid memories. Some have returned to Bukit Ibam with their parents. It sounds like there Continue Reading →
I leave from work early today. The mandatory paediatric life support course doesn’t take as long as I anticipated it to be. The temperature was in the low twenties. The Continue Reading →
Once a free spirit Free to roam the barren land Did I envisage the future I was to inherit A future written on sand Written with ease With a stroke Continue Reading →
Majority of my friends in my school whatsapp group have known each other since their first day at school. Some stayed on till the end of the school days, some Continue Reading →
For the boys it was playing in the rain with cycle tyres and goli (marbles). For the girls it was hopscotch. For me in Malaysia or Malaya as it was Continue Reading →
When I said in Bukit Ibam there were a couple of shops, houses, 2 schools and a cinema theatre and pretty much nothing else. That wasn’t quite true. There was Continue Reading →
My school days were spent in a place called Bukit Ibam in Pahang. When you google it now, it doesn’t even look like there is much left of the place Continue Reading →