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                                                                                                                                                                       “Out of touch.”

                                                                                                                                                                    Maybe it’s the curse of youth,
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                                                                                                                                                                  Or maybe it's just plain truth…



                                                                                                                                                                                 But-

                                                                Written by Khoo Xin Yi Sr2ScA


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                                                                                                                                   I wondered if I would ever be remembered, or if I ever deserved to be remembered.



                                                                                                                                   A tarnished pink bag fell beside the tug of my hip, a motion of faltering in oscillation, like
                                                                                                                                   how autumn repeats itself over and over, except we don’t have autumn here. Mismatched
                                                                                                                                   clothes, and a yellow string knotted around my wrist. The smell of incense and luxury
                                                                                                                                   architecture burning the gaps between my lungs, cutting deep within the intricate veins

                                                                                                                                   leading towards my heart.


                                                                                                                                   “The Khoo Kongsi (simplified Chinese: 邱公司) is the largest Hokkien clan house in
                                                                                                                                   Malaysia with elaborate and highly ornamented architecture, a mark of the dominant

                                                                                                                                   presence of the Chinese in Penang, Malaysia. The famous Khoo Kongsi is the grandest
                                                                                                                                   clan temple in the country…”


                                                                                                                                   Another glare in my eyes, yet now I wonder if it ever amounted to something more than

                                                                                                                                   just a name. A legacy, perhaps? One lost to time and to ruin, but still not quite.


                                                                                                                                   The Khoo Clan had a genealogical chart, passing down a guide of each generation’s
                                                                                                                                   supposed middle name, though only for men. 40 different characters, each dependent

                                                                                                                                   on generation and family branch. A part of us, once discarded by my grandmother,
                                                                                                                                   eventually brought back just a lifetime after.


                                                                                                                                   Hopefully never to be forgotten ever again.







                                                                                                                                                                    “23rd generation - Teng 鼎”
                                                                                                                                                              “Hey, that’s my brother’s middle name.”


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   Illustration by Chew Ni Jie Sr1ScA
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