Day One

Last cigarette was at 8.45pm last night in front of an atypical 7-11 with an unlit signboard. Didn’t mean for it to be my last. Intended for it to hold me until I can get back to the AirBnB homestay place. No, the planned last cigarette was supposed to be filled with symbolism. A comfortable drag of nicotine and tar laced smoke at the very stroke of midnight. Continue reading “Day One”

Meet Chip

Chip is a friend. Chip is a what we would normally describe in colloquial Malaysian parlance, a “kiam siap Chinaman”. The term carries with it an equal amount of affection (as it is generally not considered as a racial epithet) and derision (as it describes a Scrooge-like behavior). But Chip wears the label proudly.

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