Monday, September 4, 2017

you me + the highway


Tonight we are lost and camped by a beach where he is doing his assignment and I'm writing. That's what I do, that's what I wish I could always do. Write and write and write. Stories, poems, letters and heartfelt blogs. I wish I could type money out the same way.

One of my first ambitions was to be a writer but I wrote it off because I knew who I was. I could not put enough thought together to see a story through. I have so many unfinished ideas and scrapped plots. I never knew how to end them. But with age comes experience, and with experience comes skill. I have learnt to plan, to go from point A to Z. Laboriously, of course, because nothing worthy ever comes easy.

Of course, getting publish will not be some small feat either. And maybe that's why I've never pursued it. I know that's why he pushes me to go into journalism instead. He calls my writing a talent. It is far more validation than I've ever received from him.

Who would have known that something as stressful as a roadtrip will bring us closer together? I had expected fights at every turn (literally) about my poor navigational skills and exasperation when things don't go according to plan. But it has shown me how much teamwork and patience we have, enduring every hiccup and devising new solutions together. And that is both exciting and comforting to me, knowing that we are able to work hand in hand without driving the other mad.

When morning comes, we'll skip down to the beach and enjoy the clear waters, the peace, the beauty.


Then we will say a silent goodbye before hitting the roads once more.

I have always loved roadtrips but now I think I'm obsessed with them. I want to move away, buy a van and make it a home.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

time.


We went back to old haunts and favorites. Eating up a storm, reminiscing and funnily enough, feeling like we're home. Already I regret not taking more pictures because I know I will forget and I don't want to lose all these emotions.

All I remember of Melbourne was an aching heart, wanting to go back to Kuching. But those were the intense first few months, by the time the second year rolled around I had grown up a little more, began to appreciate Australia a little better but it was over too soon and before the year was up, I was back in Malaysia, wrapped up in my bubble of comfort and friends.

I was falling in love with this place and never even knew it until now that I'm back. When the bus driver sent us to Southern Cross and said welcome home, it warmed my soul in a way I didn't expect.

I ran back to Glenferrie and swung by the deli by Woolsworth, eager to buy my beloved spinach pie and baguette but the store was emptier than I remembered but it's also later than when I'd usually drop by. I told the storekeeper and baguette man I used to study nearby but I'm back, specially for some pie. He knew instantly the pie I was talking about.

It was made by his wife.

The love he has for her made me emotional. He talked about how everyone says that pie was their favorite. He showed me pictures of her when she was working at the store. He told me how grand her funeral was. I wanted to give him a hug but we both stood on wrong sides of the counter. I felt horrible for bringing it up but I stopped.

Because isn't it better to be reminded of how adored your lost love was, rather than to see her forgotten in a time and place nobody else remembers? I'd like to think so. I would hate for someone I love to disappear into nothingness just because someone was afraid I would be sad by mentioning them.

If one day someone I care deeply about leaves me for the pearly gates, don't say sorry. It is a word devoid of comfort. Tell me how they touched your life, tell me about the good times, the bad. Because no matter where they go or how long they are gone, I'll never stop wanting to know more about them and having extra to love.

I will be back, Melbourne. I will come home for good, one day.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Nephos Aesthetic

I was invited to try out hair removal at a new beauty clinic near Simpang Tiga roundabout. It's along the stretch from Vivacity toward the roundabout. To be honest, I was one part scared and two parts happy because I can now say bye bye to endless plucking and chicken skin!

Turns out I had nothing to worry about, they were all very professional and one of the nurses who saw how terrified I was, even patted me and reassured me, telling me what's happening because I couldn't see.

They give you these glasses to put on so the light from the laser doesn't harm your eyes but let me tell you how scary it is to have your sight taken away just as you're about to experience something new. Terrifying.

That's the view from the bed. Before you go, make sure you do not remove any hair prior to your appointment otherwise the treatment will not be effective. I let it grow till they had to use that men's shaver on me lol.

Anyway, it's been a month plus, and what I can say is... I haven't plucked since the laser treatment. Firstly because you are NOT supposed to pluck, as this will aggravate your pores and your hair will go back to normal thickness. And secondly, because my underarm fur turned into fuzz. Like, I didn't even realize there was hair till I squished my face close to a mirror and concentrated.

I thought that I'd have to go a fair few times before I saw the results but I've only been there once and I'm freaking out! Try it for yourself. They have a RM58 first trial promo right now so book an appointment today for smooth underarms. No one can make fun of your prickly armpits again, and you never have to be embarrassed about putting your hands up in the air.
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Sunday, August 6, 2017

experience | marco creative cruisine (1Utama, PJ)

formerly known as Franco or Miam Miam.

Their jellyfish display is eye-catching but it's their interior which made me walk in. Exploiting animals to seem more sophisticated is sad at best but jellyfish are practically plants, with no conscious mind or awareness of self so it can't be considered animal cruelty. I googled to be sure. And I did not have the willpower to disregard the plush Tiffany blue decor!


There are only two types of girls, suckers for Tiffany blue or pink and I happen to have a weakness for both. Anyway, their dining style is a little different - with a preset menu which you can customize slightly. Here's what I mean:


At RM78 a pop, you definitely get your money's worth.

They start you off with a lime shooter which is very sour, but what better way to reset your tastebuds, hey? They follow it up with a beautiful savory eclair.


I marveled at it for a bit before biting down on the caviar, tomato confit, baby leave and pesto. The aroma of the pastry and the flavors from the topping is nothing short of magnifique!

Next up, we each had one of the soups available.


I thought I would be adventurous and try the Strawberry Gazpacho but I should have just gone with the mushroom soup drizzled with truffle oil. It is amazing! Whereas my pink concoction was pushed aside. It is sour and not very appetizing, so if you're hoping for something hearty, order the mushroom option instead.

Still feeling a little daring, I went with the savory ice cream salad - only because I wondered how ice cream could be savory and not sweet. If you're hoping to keep your curious cat alive, I suggest being patient as the ice cream will be served with dessert. However, I was quite fond of the salad as it was not your boring run-of-the-mill garden salad. They are served with edible flowers too!


Moving on to the main course, he got the Chicken Roulade with Brussels Sprout and I discovered my love for those greens hated by children all over the world. It is delicious! Sadly, I couldn't say the same for the chicken. It seemed a little on the undercooked side, tender though it may be...


But I shudder at what Gordon Ramsay might have said.

My pasta though, was perfection!


If I dream of food, this would be the star. The veggies were cooked just right, the seasoning complementing instead of overpowering and the pasta... Do not get me started on the pasta! It is not al dente because who in their right mind likes pasta lined with plastic? No, this pasta is cooked through but NOT to the point it melts in your mouth.

Lemme try again: imagine placing a firm penne in your mouth and when you chew down on it, the pasta breaks apart with enough force to slide off your teeth. God, that is how pasta in heaven (and I'm assuming, Italy) tastes. It is how it should taste. Get your fucking al dente shit away from me.

I will come back for you.

Now, I obviously didn't think there'd be anything to top the awesome main I just had but out came dessert.


This is just a normal cake. Nothing to shout about. But my creme brulee?


This gem right here? I have never had anything as smooth and rich and creamy. I would slide it down my through but that would be a waste so I savor every single bite till I'm exploding with food. And it was worth it.

If you're in One Utama, Kuala Lumpur... Do not miss this experience. It is probably the best fine dining experience I've had in Malaysia.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

you know...

I used to blog about every negative thing that happened to me. I would rant and let it all out thinking that by doing so, I'd feel better. And I do. But every time I see the post again, all I feel is a tight shame in my chest and a reminder of how upset I was when I wrote it. So I stopped.

Why bother capturing all that anger, when the best thing is to let it go?

I realized that if you set out to do something in order to send a message to someone - it makes you petty, it makes you small. And anger, anger is stupid. It is childish. Once you learn to see from different perspectives, you'll realize it is often ill-earned. You're angry because someone did something you didn't want or like, but should someone else's actions be the reason you lost your temper? Patience is a virtue, and patience is not just about waiting minutes or hours. Patience is understanding, patience is a kindness.

And you have to understand, the thing is your word cannot change anyone who doesn't want to.

I've been re-reading Animorphs and a quote jumped out at me: a fool is strong so that others will see, a wise person is strong for himself (book #23).

It hit me quite hard because just the day before, I was telling my friend about how I tried so hard to pretend like I wasn't afraid of heights just because I wanted to look brave. So I stood on a glass balcony at the roof of a hotel to prove I was unafraid. The truth is, partially, I believed that fear is nothing but a limitation on ourselves. I should have wanted to overcome it because of that, and only that, rather than showing off.

We do that a lot, don't we? Especially in the age of social media and connectivity. We post about our adventures, our conquests and materialism. Who are we trying to convince? But that's a story for another day.

Today it's about peace and love. If you can't love others, at least, love yourself.