Old School Love Poem

So I was thinking maybe we could be that old school “you can sit at my canteen table” kind of love story We could love each other like 老鼠爱大米 like I’ll let you tag me when we’re playing 蘑菇 because I know you are not great at running Like maybe our love story could be…

A Response to The National Anthem

As written and performed for theatrethreesixty’s first ever immersive spoken word theatre show, Malaysia Throws Herself A Birthday Party in 2017. My country, my country, my melting pot old country, You with the blood-soaked paddy fields and the memories of the orphan feet who took their first steps upon the forgiving soil of your back,…

Ching Ming

The sun is no kinder in April than it was yesterday in March as we go lightly amidst crumbling graves, mumbling “tumpang lalu” and soft apologies for each carelessly placed foot. Bearing gallons of water, shears and cangkuls and scissors, bouquets of daisies smelling as sweet as nostalgia we come ji ni ji bai. Perhaps…

Polyglot Problems

我SPM有考华语的! is my most used Mandarin sentence. As if my “B in Chinese” is my proof that I can BE a Chinese, 我会看,会说,会写 华语, I am no 香蕉, will not taste good when split in half, crammed full of vanilla and remade into a 甜品 my ancestors would reject in favour of 红豆糖水。 That’s a…