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BRIDGE

 I've grown to like the role of a bridge. I was a person tired of dreaming. I was so used to spending moments and days immersed in plans that lay beyond my comprehension. As a child, I thought of mixing Frankenstein and culinary wars: making proteins and the building blocks of life from dead matter. I didn't know then that it had a name—abiogenesis. I simply thought of exploring the explosive art of bringing objects to life, or at least to a state where they could become a type of food or seasoning; essentially, crafting edible food from inedible—or widely perceived inedible—materials. I imagined a pretend universe where people grew their own food, hunted, and expanded their empires in-game, on paper, as we had neither computers nor public internet back then. The crops they harvested and the loot they earned through the microtransactions they paid me would be returned to them in real life in the form of a feast I would buy for my group of pretend-worlders. I played with magnets...
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Haji rituals

 Di bumi gersang Mina, jutaan manusia bergerak seperti sungai putih yang hidup. Mereka datang bukan sekadar berjalan, tetapi membawa kisah Nabi, sejarah pengorbanan, dan perjalanan jiwa yang telah berusia ribuan tahun. Di sinilah bermulanya satu babak penting dalam ibadah Haji — perjalanan yang penuh simbol, emosi, dan makna. Segalanya memuncak apabila para jemaah berdiri di Padang Arafah pada hari Wuquf. Arafah sering digelar “padang pertemuan manusia dengan dirinya sendiri.” Menariknya, ramai ulama menyebut bahawa di sinilah Nabi Adam dan Hawa dipertemukan semula selepas diturunkan ke bumi. Sebab itu nama “Arafah” dikaitkan dengan perkataan ta‘aruf — saling mengenali. Pada hari itu, tiada beza antara raja atau rakyat biasa; semua memakai ihram putih yang sama, berdiri di bawah langit yang sama, memohon keampunan dengan air mata yang sama. Selepas matahari terbenam, lautan manusia bergerak menuju Muzdalifah. Di sini, para jemaah mengutip batu-batu kecil. Batu itu nampak biasa, tet...
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Shower attention bits intention

 When I shower I feel a deep sense of meditation most likely because there is a continuous flow of attention to each of my movements be it mental kinetic or ruminative in any sense that this whole into a very focus zone due to the hum of the heater or the continuous flow of water trickling. Every bit of intention and energy flows from my mind to each extremity and they simmer and mature with the act of repetition with each scrub with each rotation with each rub of my hands my fingers to the census on my skin to the actions made to clean not just the body but my surroundings my foot squeezing a brush scoring the tiles my other foot pressing down on a squeegee wiping down walls precariously balanced on one leg as my hands are preoccupied with keeping the flow and jet of water centered on the next area I am cleaning not just my body but my mind my headspace and my perturbed soul washing it out with white noise whilst in the act of something productive and repetitious which then causes...
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WRITING: Klang river feels... poetry WASTE DUMPING

During the second day of the Klang River Festival—September 27th, I think, a Saturday in 2025. Do you remember that day? I remember the barely open eyes, and the many scars. I had never seen so many scars on a face before. It was a scorching afternoon, just after 4 p.m., but still during those moments when heatwaves rise off the asphalt—if not for the sudden rain… what do you call it, the kind that comes and goes abruptly in urban areas? A cloudburst. If not for the cloudburst that had kissed the ground just a few hours earlier. I was cycling south from the Living Room Under (NPE bridge) when a slight movement brought me to a screeching halt. I looked down at the weeds, and I felt my eyes widen. Bleeding into the foliage—quite literally—was the largest iguana I had ever seen in my life (outside of a zoo). I saw that it struggled to take a breath. It stayed still, seemingly meshed against the wire fence. Growing to this size is not simple for its species—surviving youth through instinct...
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