Stay…It’s Ok.
30 Sep 2015 Leave a comment
Fiddling my fingers.
18 Jun 2015 Leave a comment
On this blog.
Needed to write something. Post something. Get something out.
Out of me. Of my heart. My mind.
My last post was in October last year. When I came back.
Back to Malaysia.
It’s been 8 months now.
Stability is just an affair.
It won’t last forever. I tell myself.
Rant. Whine. Vomit of emotions.
You. are you just an affair?
I’ve never been keen on commitment.
So what am I hoping for?
Something more. Bull….
Maybe just to feel. to rage against stability. familiarity. routine becomes mundane.
One day, you’ll be mundane to me too.
Till then, I’m fiddling my fingers, staring at the cake, with aching desire.
¿Dónde Estoy? – una poema (Where Am I? – A poem in Spanish)
19 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: life is a journey, poem, travel
(I’ve just returned to Malaysia to stay, after being away for 4 years and this is me trying to locate myself. I always knew I liked Spanish, the language, but I never knew how much until I’m no longer surrounded by it. I can feel the muscles inside my chest aching. Just like my tear buds ached when I saw photos of Malaysian food. Now I know, aching just mean you have loved. )
A veces despierto y busco a Mario, mi “Roomie”, ‘¿Vamos al mercado para desayunar y comprar verduras amigo?’ yo pienso.
A veces despierto y me siento consternada porque ya perdí mi camión para ir…ir a no sé dónde.
A veces despierto y pienso que no quiero ir a trabajar para mi mal jefe pero…extraño a mis estudiantes.
A veces despierto y siento frio como en Inglaterra y voy a dar le un gran abrazo de mañana a mi familia de Brighton.
A veces despierto y pienso que necesito tomar un paseo con una perra que se llama “Dharma”.
A veces despierto y quiero buscar un lugar para quedarme o dormir hasta mañana en “Couchsurfing”.
A veces despierto y me pongo el bikini para ir a la playa.
A veces despierto y pienso que qué puedo hacer hoy para explorar esta ciudad extrajera.
Siempre despierto y pienso que estoy viajando…pero, ¿Dónde estoy?
Miro al cielo. Miro la tierra. Miro a la gente.
Sí, solamente estoy viajando.
(Muchas gracias, el mundo, por esto viaje.)
I thought I smelled Nasi Lemak
30 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: nasi lemak
On my way home from teaching in a company in Tesistan. It was 9pm, only a few people take the bus at this time. Weaving through the narrow streets of potholes, streets lined with small houses and stalls of tacos. Amidst all of these and my dozing off, I suddenly smelled nasi lemak. It is a bewildering feeling, to be in place so far from home, yet smelling something so incredibly familiar. It is almost like the universe is drawing a real metaphor of my feelings. I am here, enjoying adventures, immersing in different language and cultures; yet the fragrance of nasi lemak is never far away. Just like the thought of you. I hope I’ll never lack of nasi lemak when I’m back home.
A short hop around Edinburgh.
02 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Edinburgh
I went to Edinburgh for 3 days in September and completely forgot to post the photos here. So here it is. Wished I had stayed longer. Definitely the prettiest city in UK I’ve been to.
Tamazula.
02 Nov 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Mexico
3 hours away from Guadalajara lies Tamazula, a small township where my housemate’s family lives just outside of.
A Year Later.
28 Aug 2013 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Brighton, farewell
I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I last blog. So many things have happened since. I quit my coffee barista work in February. Took a CELTA course in April and am now a certified teacher in Teaching English as a Foreign Language. I’ve also taught in language schools for 6 weeks.
Now, I’m in the midst of packing up my life in Brighton. Moving out on Friday. Finding that saying goodbye to a home of 3 years isn’t that easy. I’ve to do it bits and pieces.
Yesterday was my last day volunteering for AllSorts and also my first time cooking for 40 people. Eventhough I only volunteered for 3 months, the staff and other volunteers have been lovely and I’ve learnt so much about providing support for QUILT BAG young person. I have a little dream to start something similar in Malaysia one day. At the end of yesterday’s session, they gave me a goodluck card. And it is slowly sinking in that this is goodbye.
Today, I dropped by my local Asian grocer for the last time, when I bid farewell, she passed me a fortune cookie. It says ‘wherever you go, go with all your heart’.
I am not sure where I am going yet, but I will go with all my heart.
Thank you Brighton for showering me with much love and learning these last few years. I will miss you and all the people that has rained, shined and stormed into my life.
Passing of Bus Ticket
26 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: short story
Scene 1 Outdoor/Dusk
In the public bus, in rainy Brighton. Boy, 3 in a pushchair flanked by his parents see Girl, 2 being carried into the bus by her mum. They sat right across him. Boy quickly show the girl his bus ticket. She takes it. He smiles and gestures for it back. She return it to him. Both smiles broadly. He hands it out to her again.
Boy thinks : This is the most exciting exchange I’ve ever had with a girl!
This continues until the boy got off the bus.
(I wish I’d be equally delighted if someone was to show me their bus ticket.)
Kamu Kata…