Thursday, May 30, 2013


I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better.

I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better.

I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it.
So I went for a run. And things got better.
I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better.
(Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.)
After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better.
And that realization? Just knowing that?
It made things better.
Mark Remy, Runners World



Sunday, May 26, 2013


It was 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning and I was meeting the owner of a business establishment to discuss getting funding for a project I was working on. Earlier that morning, I’d gone for a run, had a long hot shower, combed my hair and put on perfume, so you could say I was feeling pretty awesome. 

I wanted to make a good impression ; after all, this funding was important to my project. I was dressed in a bright fuchsia dress that showed off my tanned arms, nipped in at my waist with a floral belt, then flared gently out. Pearls adorned my neck and a pair of white rosebud earrings peeked from underneath my long straight hair. I had on a pair of cute leopard print flats and was carrying a black tote bag.

When he walked in, what startled me was how ordinary looking he was. He was the same age as me and was dressed very casually, (a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops) almost as if he seemed  he didn’t care what he looked like. For someone of his status, he certainly didn’t quite match the image I’d had in my head.

We started off on a rather formal, distant tone. Business was business ; after all, that was the purpose of this meeting. However, as we talked other bits and pieces started trickling in ; church, 9gag, our families, who our favourite avenger was, hopes and dreams, pokemon, our childhood, what we wanted for our future.

Without realizing, what was initially supposed to be a brief appointment between complete strangers led to us sitting there for more than 2 hours. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable, so fast with anyone. 

He asked me to join him for lunch. I had a training run planned that afternoon ; these are incredibly important to me. However, I was so intrigued that I agreed. We went to Bangsar, a trendy upscale area where the creme de la creme of society gather to see and be seen. When we came to the front doors of Antipodean, a posh eatery with an equally impressive pricetag to match, I cringed thinking about the beating my purse was about to take . Regardless, we ventured in and were soon seated facing each other.

It felt so surreal ; what was happening to me? Sitting there with this guy who, mere hours before was a total stranger. I hate people watching me eat. I hate being one-on-one with a person I’m not familiar with. It makes me feel so awkward and self-conscious. What was I doing here, I wondered. Nevertheless, all my inhibitions were put to rest. Conversation flowed easily over lunch and I felt completely at ease with him. 

When the bill came I reached for my purse at once. I don’t expect anyone to take care of my expenses and this was no different. Too late, he'd already put down the notes and sent the bill back with the waiter. I handed the money for my meal to him, firmly insisting he take it. He just smiled and waved me off, rejecting my protests at him paying for me.

After Antipodean, he suggested going to a bookstore to hang out. A recent incident surfaced in my memory :

*** I was with my friend Joshua who was telling me I needed to start seeing people and was giving me a few suggestions for a good date, all of which I disliked. A bit bemused that I’d turned all his ideas down, he then asked what appealed to me.

I told Joshua that I’d love to visit a bookstore. He looked at me, laughed, and told me that no one in their right mind would go there, that I was crazy. ***

So I’d been called crazy for wanting to visit a bookstore on a date. Yet here I was, being led to one my favourite places in the world by this guy. Again, I wondered at what was happening to me. I waltzed between the shelves, picked out a few books, then chose a quiet spot at the back of the store and sat down with him on the carpeted floor. We sat there in silence leafing through the pages. Soft classical music wafted through the air. Occasionally we would make a comment about what we were reading.

We hung out a bit more after that, looking at quaint home deco items and quirky kitchen appliances. Somewhere amongst pots and pans, amongst teapots and tableclothes, he asked me to attend evening service at his church with him. 

Coming into God’s presence, singing His praises, feeling His spirit and love enfold me - church has always been a place close to my heart, so I didn’t even have to think before telling him yes. 

The service was wonderful and I was glad I went. As he drove me home, I was pleasantly mulling over what I thought was one of the nicest days I’ve had in a while ; I didn’t think it could get any better. 

Of course, life couldn’t resist the chance to one-up me again.

We were a couple of blocks away from my house when we saw the puppy. With its beautiful spaniel head resting between its paws and its little pink tongue hanging out patiently, it gave the impression that it was expecting someone. I pointed it out to him, explaining that it was a stray that had somehow ended up in our neighbourhood and we were hoping for someone to adopt it. Turning to me with an amusedly quizzical expression on his face, he told me that he’d been looking for a puppy for his family as their faithful dog had just died. 

We got down to take a closer look at it. It ran between our legs, bumping our ankles with its tawny head, nuzzling our fingers, and happily allowing us to pet it. We laughed and fawned over it, stroking and fussing over this adorable little being. As he dropped me off at my front door I ended up saying goodbye not just to him, but also the furry passenger in the backseat going home with him.

From what was initially a brief meeting with a complete stranger, to spending a whole day with them - a lunch date, a visit to a bookstore, looking at kitchen appliances, evening service at church, and helping them adopt a puppy. It had been an unexpectedly delightful day.

I may not date a lot at all and it certainly did not start out that way. But as far as I’m concerned, this was pretty damn good as first dates go. 


Monday, May 20, 2013


Look to the right of this blog. You will see my goals I want to achieve before I turn 30. 

"3. Conquer Mt. Kinabalu."

Another one booted off the bucket list!

It was an amazingly indescribable experience that I will always cherish and hold dear to my heart. I am so thankful I went despite objections from certain parties. I will never forget the sheer exhilaration I felt at how the mighty mountain took my breath away and reminded me once more of the vast magnificence this world beholds.


I am only an ordinary girl. Despite what many people may think, I am not from a rich family. I was just incredibly blessed to have met the right people, at the right time, with the right circumstances. I will always remember the magnitude that faith, willpower, and determination hold in making dreams come true. 


Shyvonne, I could not have done it without you and your wonderful family. From the bottom of my heart, I thank all of you so much for being so generous and allowing me to have this experience. Words fail to speak for how much I appreciate everything you have done for me. We have been friends since birth, and we will continue to be friends for many more years to come.

Isaac, Aevent, Gwen, Bernard, Miki, and the rest. Thank you for being so gracious and making me feel so welcome when I was a complete stranger to your circle. Thank you for allowing me to join you on this adventure. You guys put me completely at ease and made me feel so comfortable during the few days I spent with your group. I'm amazed that you could  be so warm and hospitable to a stranger, and I could not have asked for better companions to do this with.


Tuesday, May 7, 2013


Sometimes, sitting here at my desk in the corner of this room, I close my eyes and dream. Of places I'll go, things I'll do, people I'll meet, the adventures I'll have.

And my heart quickens its beat in anticipation.




Saturday, May 4, 2013


Let me start off with a self-indulgent photo of yesterday's outfit.

I love dressing up ; however most of my days are filled with work and marathon training hence I don't get to put on nice clothes as often as I'd like.

Earrings from a random shop in pyramid, necklace made in some tribal village bought for me by my dad who is extremely enthusiastic about supporting the indigenous peoples.


It is the norm for the ICF members to hang out and chill somewhere after our weekly Friday meetings. Yesterday, we decided to head to Crayon Burger.

Joining the steadily growing number of burger joints in the ss15 area catering to the ever ravenous college students, there is no shortage of contenders (Burger Kaw Kaw, Burgertory, and just recently, BurgerHug.) Crayon Burger will definitely have to put in substantial effort in order to reel in the crowd and best their opponents.

Entering the place, one can't help but notice the lovingly hand-drawn artwork splashed on their walls. One of the founders and former architecture student, Christian Teo has a spirited enthusiasm for drawing. Initially these quirky pieces only existed within the pages in his sketchbook. However with friends gladly helping out, these fun and zany  images were able to come to life on the walls of his restaurant.

Patrons are able to make their desicion on what to order based on this menu which stands beside the counter.

 CrayonBurger offers buns which have their colours derived from the ingredients within.
The various types of buns available ; milk bun, red yeast bun, vege bun, and charcoal bun.


Nate's a happy boy with his burger!

The Zombie burger. 

By the way things are looking, CrayonBurger certainly looks like its doing well. It was only 5pm when we were there which means the dinner crowd had yet to come out in full force, but business was already booming with hardly any spare seats to accommodate the steady influx of customers.


Ending this post with a very random picture of a cat that we saw snoozing as we walked back to college.