I would wear the brightest shade of permissible office colours and have the biggest hypocritical smile on my face on my way to work. My coffee mug has a yellow smiley face on it. My workmates see me as a young, chipper guy with lots of potential. They don’t know about the shadows that accompany me.
I just have to share my story. Not because I’m an avid fan of ghost stories, but because it’s a cautionary tale for those who might be travelling down the same path. This happened many years ago but the ripples are still affecting me to this day.
I frantically explain to her that I have no idea how those got there, that I spent the whole night at my desk working on my paper. I watch as her face goes from anger, to confusion, to fear.
It was a few months after our first staycation together in KL, as detailed here. I wanted to step my game up. I wanted to fly out to her city. This time our rendezvous would last […]
A 15-year old girl named Di lived with her father in a small house in the suburbs. Ever since her mother died, Di had depended on her father for everything. They had a wonderful relationship […]
I love the idea of staycations, but sadly I don’t do them often enough. The whole idea of checking into a luxurious hotel or serviced apartment and shutting yourself off from the rest of the […]
I am aware that the title of my story seems a little over the top, however you’ll soon see why I chose it. It seems like a lifetime ago, when I was an eight year […]