Monday, April 29, 2013


"Get stuck. Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a branded handbag instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.

Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.

Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.

Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be 'bad' for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.

Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.

Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.

Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn."
- Mila Jaroniec

Wednesday, April 24, 2013


i found this in an ancient folder, lying amongst virtual dust and completely forgotten. i opened it and wondered why i'd never published it anywhere.

this was about the first guy i was cautiously interested in, 
3 years after getting my heart broken. for better (or for worse) nothing ever came through, and we're still on friendly terms today. 

i never write like this any more.

i guess its because i never feel like this, any more.

the first time i saw you,
my gaze passed right through.
a normal guy, so ordinary,
but soon it became a different story.

week after week, we spent together
talked and laughed, through days i'll remember
i started seeing beyond that first day
the person whom beneath the normalcy lay.

feelings started to rise and bloom, 
hope came afresh, after years of gloom.
but still, i held back, insecure.
but still, i held back, so unsure.

as more of you i began to know,
slowly, surely, my feelings started to grow.
but vines of doubt entangled me
was this real, or pure folly?

our time was up, we parted ways,
would what i had, soon decay?
we met again, and then i knew,
what i had for you, was indeed true.

still, dare i hope? might there be?
could there be more, for you and me?


Saturday, April 20, 2013


i was reading through my last year's posts and realized that i never got round to finishing off my posts on the ipoh + penang roadtrip.


shall we pick up where we left off?


alright, so another one of the places we ventured to while in penang was Straits Quay mall.

a lovely place with its own docking bay for small vessels. we sat in starbucks and chilled while playing games on the ipad and sipping our drinks until night fell.

since this was the end of november last year, the christmas deco was already in place.
yes i know, i'm such a procrastinator.

we left the mall and had dinner at James Foo, which was just all right in my book. apparently they used to be really good years ago before they expanded.


we then headed to China House. 

it's not literally a china house, that's just the name it goes by. a charming place which is a mishmash of a coffeehouse and art gallery.

the cakes and pastries. they're quite good, but are rather pricey. 

various works of art are displayed mostly upstairs, although there are a few paintings hanging on the walls of the coffeehouse downstairs.

a few random pieces among the collection.

the skateboarding joker.

caricatures which certain political figures may or may not find amusing.


an unusual piece of work.

that's all for now!

Monday, April 15, 2013


the moment i stepped off the plane, humidity and heat rushed in, enveloping me in a shimmering cloak of sweat within mere minutes. 

i collected my baggage, cleared customs, and entered the chaos of the international arrival hall. the next thing i needed to do was to board the bus so i headed outside, dodging the eager crowd awaiting their loved ones, the swift moving baggage trolleys, and the surly touts offering overpriced taxi rides. finally i found myself outside the airport, on the bustling sidewalk.


at the bus terminal, a guy my age was already on the platform shuffling his feet as he waited.

i sat down next to him. not that i had any alternate options ; it was the only seat available. wondering what time the bus would appear, i scanned the watch on my wrist only to realize that it was still ticking to a different timezone.

i turned to him and asked politely what time it was, and whether he knew the when the bus was due. his  extensive response, worded in amazingly polished english caused me to raise my eyebrows (because we all agree that immaculate grammar is way sexayy) and start to discreetly pay more attention towards my company.

his name was john. a toned physique meant that he'd spent some time working out, his fair skin suggested that he did so in a gym. his structured manner of speech and crisp eloquence gave off an air of adept confidence.

hesitant silence fell between the both of us. a bead of sweat trickled down my brow, making me twitch in annoyance. was it just me having a hard time adjusting back to the tropical weather after spending so much time in a cooler climate, or was the weather truly blisteringly hot?

without thinking much, i spontaneously piped up once more
"hey, is it just me or is it really hot around here?"

i realized my folly as soon as the words left my lips and clamped my mouth shut, furiously rebuffing myself for putting my foot into my mouth. oh girl, how could you have been so silly?

the words still echo through my mind

"is it just me, or is it really hot around here?"

great. just great.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


hello everyone.

i know i've been blogging less and less frequently of late. however, i stand firmly unapologetic.

when life is spinning so fast, when every day rushes to meet you with so much colour and brilliance and splendour ;
who wants to press pause just to sit down in front of the screen?

again and again, my breath is taken away and my eyes are opened to the sheer magnificence of every new day that presents itself unto me.

this world and this life is incredible. and i am thankful to be alive and breathing.

i am thankful for the wind in my hair, the damp soil between my toes, the sun kissing my skin.
i am thankful for the gurgle of the brook, the majesty of the mountains, the crashing of the waves.

this, this is what life is meant to be.

and i will joyously savour every delicious second to its fullest.