be drunk

4.19.2016



be drunk. you must always be drunk. everything lies in that; it is the only problem. to avoid the detestable weight of time that makes your shoulders give and makes you fall to the ground, you must be incessantly drunk. whether it be on alcohol, poetry, or virtue, be drunk. wherever you are, wake up from the hindering loneliness. if you get lost, just ask — the wind, water, stars, birds, time, everything that passes, everything that feels sadness, everything that runs, everything that sings, everything that talks — what time it is. they will reply. now, it’s time to be drunk.

-- Geu Rae (Misaeng, 2014)

borneo / sarawak cultural village

3.16.2016

if you ever found yourself in Kuching, Sarawak, this is the one place you should visit. tucked almost an hour away from the city, it's located at the foot of Mount Santubong and just minutes away from the Damai beach. there is an entrance fee but don't miss the 45-mins performance held at the auditorium - it's all worth it.
 
the cultural village is a 'living museum', where one could learn about the major ethnic groups of Sarawak Borneo and how they used to live hundreds of years ago, at a glance. traditional houses were built here as exhibits, with the actual\closest materials they could find to resemble how it was in the olden days. Sarawak has more than 40 sub-ethnic groups, each with its own distinct culture, language and lifestyle. each with its tempting & bewildering handicrafts, it's hard to say no to seeing most of it in a day.

 
funny that the one thing i remember most from this afternoon though, was how sunny it was that Ken & i had to squint for hours, our clothes drenched in sweat. Kuching's heat in August is no joke, also for the fact that it's so close to the sea. looking through the camera while we took these photos was a real struggle when it was blindingly bright, i remember clicking away not knowing whether i got the focus right. i'm just glad that we survived the day - but hey, i'd do it all over again :)
 
 
left: an artwork hung behind the entrance door of the Bidayuh house.
right: the 'orang ulu' (upriver people) house, built in the mountains with carved tree trunks as pillars.
 
 
the Chinese started arriving in Sarawak as far back to the 17th century so it's not surprising that there is a Chinese farm house here too, they have been around long enough to call Sarawak home. they now make up about a quarter of Sarawak's population, and are Sarawak's second largest ethnic group after the Ibans. so i took this photo of Ken walking into the farmhouse & we made a silly joke after, saying the 'Chinaman' is home :p
 
 
^ sculptures by local artists are spread across the huge compound.
 
 
left: we found this little guy & he quickly became our model-of-the-day :)
right: fishing traps, hand-woven with rattan strips.
 
 
^ the 'ta'ah' of the 'orang ulu'. handmade, covered in beads.
 
 
^ there is this sewing machine too, a simple exhibit showing how people change the way they work through the years, when modern things were made available within reach.
 
 
^a view of Mount Santubong in the distance.
 

i left most of the photos wordless - it's hard to describe much & understand unless you're there, in person. as a native, i couldn't help but feel happy that this place exists - in its own ways it remind us of our roots & some of the traditions of our ancestors, that we still hold ever so dearly in our hearts. the wooden houses with huge tree trunks as pillars are long gone, the head-hunting days are long gone. but none are forgotten :)
 
 
 

morning thoughts / the ego

2.20.2016

Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. -- Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage


currently wishing for salty air & sand on my feet. the sound of fierce waves hitting giant rocks on the beach. but today i woke up to the voice of a screaming old man down the road instead, who seemed to have lost his mind & it makes me a little sad. people are ruins. how do we fix things we thought could never be fixed? some thoughts grow like a plague & it's easier to forget the good stuff. everyone has stories -  good & bad. do we show gratitude every chance we could? if not - do we even feel it? before we get mad, screaming at the top of our lungs.

to say thank you and i love you and i'm sorry. 
here's to waking up years 20 from now, and not regretting much.

p.s where is the beach when i need one? 


happy lunar new year

2.10.2016

hello! i have an apology in order - it's been two months since i checked in to this space & my inbox is screaming for attention. i've received emails, checking if all is alright & i really appreciate the well thoughts. i have the best of readers, some of whom i can now call friends. it's hard to get back into the groove of things & with way too many changes around me, i am trying to balance it all. to be honest? i find my days shorter than ever these days that i can't remember when was the last time i turned on my personal laptop. my Instagram has been the only channel i've managed to keep up with over the past months. i woke up this morning & reminded myself of the things that make me happy - and this space is right up there among the items at the top of my list. so here i am - back again! 

it's the Chinese New Year, so i'm hoping it's appropriate that i share these photos we took in Kuching last year. i've always been fascinated by the architecture of temples, the amount of delicate & intricate work that demand attention to every little detail within. temples in Kuching are boldly painted in red, some tucked right smack in the centre of the main streets where no one can walk past them without giving a serious glance in awe of their beauty.

december / let's start over

12.17.2015

we moved to our new home after my last post, i'm so happy that things are getting settled, one after another. i couldn't take any day off-work so Ken did all the moving (up flights of stairs to the 3rd floor, i could only imagined how he'd managed to carry a fridge all by himself) - it was a week day when we got the keys, & we were out of our temporary home in no time. he did all the hard work over the span of two days & i wished i could've done more to help. i got home each day, unpacked, sort everything out. moving is fun in a way, new spaces, new rooms to grow - whatever that means. i'd always love the notion of starting over.



^ a view from the lrt, my daily commute - new route to work is not too shabby :)



^ still stacking books on the floor, i guess not much has changed. still looking for that perfect book case. also as you can see, almost half the stacks are Ken's collection of Jo Nesbø's work. he has a thing for modern crime & thriller fiction.



^ the view from the little balcony at the back of the flat. the balcony is right outside the master bedroom so i love the fact that we're much closer to nature now - slept way too much over the past few weeks! waking up to this view every morning makes me happy.

freedom. it feels so good to have our own place again - independence is such a tricky thing isn't it? it's bliss.



4.19.2016

be drunk



be drunk. you must always be drunk. everything lies in that; it is the only problem. to avoid the detestable weight of time that makes your shoulders give and makes you fall to the ground, you must be incessantly drunk. whether it be on alcohol, poetry, or virtue, be drunk. wherever you are, wake up from the hindering loneliness. if you get lost, just ask — the wind, water, stars, birds, time, everything that passes, everything that feels sadness, everything that runs, everything that sings, everything that talks — what time it is. they will reply. now, it’s time to be drunk.

-- Geu Rae (Misaeng, 2014)

3.16.2016

borneo / sarawak cultural village

if you ever found yourself in Kuching, Sarawak, this is the one place you should visit. tucked almost an hour away from the city, it's located at the foot of Mount Santubong and just minutes away from the Damai beach. there is an entrance fee but don't miss the 45-mins performance held at the auditorium - it's all worth it.
 
the cultural village is a 'living museum', where one could learn about the major ethnic groups of Sarawak Borneo and how they used to live hundreds of years ago, at a glance. traditional houses were built here as exhibits, with the actual\closest materials they could find to resemble how it was in the olden days. Sarawak has more than 40 sub-ethnic groups, each with its own distinct culture, language and lifestyle. each with its tempting & bewildering handicrafts, it's hard to say no to seeing most of it in a day.

 
funny that the one thing i remember most from this afternoon though, was how sunny it was that Ken & i had to squint for hours, our clothes drenched in sweat. Kuching's heat in August is no joke, also for the fact that it's so close to the sea. looking through the camera while we took these photos was a real struggle when it was blindingly bright, i remember clicking away not knowing whether i got the focus right. i'm just glad that we survived the day - but hey, i'd do it all over again :)
 
 
left: an artwork hung behind the entrance door of the Bidayuh house.
right: the 'orang ulu' (upriver people) house, built in the mountains with carved tree trunks as pillars.
 
 
the Chinese started arriving in Sarawak as far back to the 17th century so it's not surprising that there is a Chinese farm house here too, they have been around long enough to call Sarawak home. they now make up about a quarter of Sarawak's population, and are Sarawak's second largest ethnic group after the Ibans. so i took this photo of Ken walking into the farmhouse & we made a silly joke after, saying the 'Chinaman' is home :p
 
 
^ sculptures by local artists are spread across the huge compound.
 
 
left: we found this little guy & he quickly became our model-of-the-day :)
right: fishing traps, hand-woven with rattan strips.
 
 
^ the 'ta'ah' of the 'orang ulu'. handmade, covered in beads.
 
 
^ there is this sewing machine too, a simple exhibit showing how people change the way they work through the years, when modern things were made available within reach.
 
 
^a view of Mount Santubong in the distance.
 

i left most of the photos wordless - it's hard to describe much & understand unless you're there, in person. as a native, i couldn't help but feel happy that this place exists - in its own ways it remind us of our roots & some of the traditions of our ancestors, that we still hold ever so dearly in our hearts. the wooden houses with huge tree trunks as pillars are long gone, the head-hunting days are long gone. but none are forgotten :)
 
 
 

2.20.2016

morning thoughts / the ego

Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. -- Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage


currently wishing for salty air & sand on my feet. the sound of fierce waves hitting giant rocks on the beach. but today i woke up to the voice of a screaming old man down the road instead, who seemed to have lost his mind & it makes me a little sad. people are ruins. how do we fix things we thought could never be fixed? some thoughts grow like a plague & it's easier to forget the good stuff. everyone has stories -  good & bad. do we show gratitude every chance we could? if not - do we even feel it? before we get mad, screaming at the top of our lungs.

to say thank you and i love you and i'm sorry. 
here's to waking up years 20 from now, and not regretting much.

p.s where is the beach when i need one? 


2.10.2016

happy lunar new year

hello! i have an apology in order - it's been two months since i checked in to this space & my inbox is screaming for attention. i've received emails, checking if all is alright & i really appreciate the well thoughts. i have the best of readers, some of whom i can now call friends. it's hard to get back into the groove of things & with way too many changes around me, i am trying to balance it all. to be honest? i find my days shorter than ever these days that i can't remember when was the last time i turned on my personal laptop. my Instagram has been the only channel i've managed to keep up with over the past months. i woke up this morning & reminded myself of the things that make me happy - and this space is right up there among the items at the top of my list. so here i am - back again! 

it's the Chinese New Year, so i'm hoping it's appropriate that i share these photos we took in Kuching last year. i've always been fascinated by the architecture of temples, the amount of delicate & intricate work that demand attention to every little detail within. temples in Kuching are boldly painted in red, some tucked right smack in the centre of the main streets where no one can walk past them without giving a serious glance in awe of their beauty.

12.17.2015

december / let's start over

we moved to our new home after my last post, i'm so happy that things are getting settled, one after another. i couldn't take any day off-work so Ken did all the moving (up flights of stairs to the 3rd floor, i could only imagined how he'd managed to carry a fridge all by himself) - it was a week day when we got the keys, & we were out of our temporary home in no time. he did all the hard work over the span of two days & i wished i could've done more to help. i got home each day, unpacked, sort everything out. moving is fun in a way, new spaces, new rooms to grow - whatever that means. i'd always love the notion of starting over.



^ a view from the lrt, my daily commute - new route to work is not too shabby :)



^ still stacking books on the floor, i guess not much has changed. still looking for that perfect book case. also as you can see, almost half the stacks are Ken's collection of Jo Nesbø's work. he has a thing for modern crime & thriller fiction.



^ the view from the little balcony at the back of the flat. the balcony is right outside the master bedroom so i love the fact that we're much closer to nature now - slept way too much over the past few weeks! waking up to this view every morning makes me happy.

freedom. it feels so good to have our own place again - independence is such a tricky thing isn't it? it's bliss.