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.



an update / finding our ground

11.22.2015

If every life is a river, then it’s little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. -- Alice Hoffman, Incantation


we left the previous apartment by the end of October due to unforeseen circumstances. before the move, i woke every morning struggling & with my ongoing effort at the time to secure a job, it wasn't easy -- to think that i still don't have a job & that i'm losing the place i've called home for the past 3 years. it was tough & staying positive was all i could do though at times, i got more depressed than i should. Ken & i found a temporary solution, a living arrangement for at least a month or two. i left with a heavy heart.


November approaches. i was surprised by an unexpected job opportunity that i couldn't let go - went to the interview, did my very best & after 4 stages of interviews in a span of 2 weeks, i signed the contract. it is the dream job that i've been waiting for, the big break that i desperately needed after years of trying to find my way 'out-of-the-box'. i was so happy i cried happy tears before i went to sleep that night. after 4 jobless months, numerous interviews & finally finding one job that i'd really love, i felt like i had a purpose again. independence to me, is one of the very few things that matter.


on my birthday i sat in my commute off-work with mixed feelings. i've got a new job & everything's finally back on track again but i felt a little out-of-place, still. perhaps it's the notion of growing up. nothing fancy this year, 'cause i have all the love i could hope for & for that, i am happy. there i was with all the troubles i could never possibly hope for -- yet every little thing matures the heck out of me & for that, i am grateful. 

that night before the train stopped at my station, i find myself wishing that whatever comes my way next, i'll always have a side of me that will never grow up -- to always embrace it all with the eyes of a little child. curious with a smile. it was a birthday i'll always remember. 


as days passes i find myself counting days til we find another place that we can call home again. a place where we belong. we've gone apartment hunting for the past week or so, hopefully we'll seal a deal by the end of next week -- off to a new place by December 1st. fingers-crossed! it's amazing how much have changed in just a matter of months, weeks even. 



bloom / rose valley

11.10.2015

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. 
-- Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype


on what now feels like many months ago, Ken & i had a lovely afternoon at the Rose Valley while we were on our roadtrip to Cameron Highlands. i've had this one in my posts draft box for way too long, partly because it's one of my favorite part of the trip itself so i wanted to save it for last, & also because life has gotten in the way lately that i am blogging less these days. i'll get back to the hang of it soon, promise!


we were greeted by these charming oriental vases on our way through the entrance. the entire valley was filled with the smell of roses & rain - as any of you could imagine, i had a hard time trying to take it all in. there's nothing else to do aside from walking around in between gorgeous rose shrubs & try not to give in to the temptation of plucking anything out. there were less visitors due to the rain & at some point, we had the whole garden to ourselves.


^ these tiny blush pink roses are my favorite.


some flowers formed walls across the valley, i went up & down the staircases with overwhelming feelings as every nook & corners brought little surprises.

a happy list - october bound

10.09.2015

Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music.
Plants and the season.
Also freedom.
-- Charles Frazier, Nightwoods


it's been way too long since my last happy list. i woke up this morning with the heaviest of thoughts - that i've got so much to accomplish before the year ends. for now i can't help but to wait for something good to happen. funny how that works :) somehow it seems appropriate that it's time to list down what i'm grateful for & hey, to drink it all in. 

so here goes
1. our extended road trip to the mountains
2. the smell of 'freshly cut roses' candle, burning in the bathroom
3. waking up to the sun on less hazy days
4. kind strangers. kindness in general.
5. after-the-rain sweaty morning runs
6. white t-shirts & dark navy shorts & tan bags
7. photos that look like film
8. words by Meg Fee

carpe diem. what makes you happy today? :)




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.



11.22.2015

an update / finding our ground

If every life is a river, then it’s little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. -- Alice Hoffman, Incantation


we left the previous apartment by the end of October due to unforeseen circumstances. before the move, i woke every morning struggling & with my ongoing effort at the time to secure a job, it wasn't easy -- to think that i still don't have a job & that i'm losing the place i've called home for the past 3 years. it was tough & staying positive was all i could do though at times, i got more depressed than i should. Ken & i found a temporary solution, a living arrangement for at least a month or two. i left with a heavy heart.


November approaches. i was surprised by an unexpected job opportunity that i couldn't let go - went to the interview, did my very best & after 4 stages of interviews in a span of 2 weeks, i signed the contract. it is the dream job that i've been waiting for, the big break that i desperately needed after years of trying to find my way 'out-of-the-box'. i was so happy i cried happy tears before i went to sleep that night. after 4 jobless months, numerous interviews & finally finding one job that i'd really love, i felt like i had a purpose again. independence to me, is one of the very few things that matter.


on my birthday i sat in my commute off-work with mixed feelings. i've got a new job & everything's finally back on track again but i felt a little out-of-place, still. perhaps it's the notion of growing up. nothing fancy this year, 'cause i have all the love i could hope for & for that, i am happy. there i was with all the troubles i could never possibly hope for -- yet every little thing matures the heck out of me & for that, i am grateful. 

that night before the train stopped at my station, i find myself wishing that whatever comes my way next, i'll always have a side of me that will never grow up -- to always embrace it all with the eyes of a little child. curious with a smile. it was a birthday i'll always remember. 


as days passes i find myself counting days til we find another place that we can call home again. a place where we belong. we've gone apartment hunting for the past week or so, hopefully we'll seal a deal by the end of next week -- off to a new place by December 1st. fingers-crossed! it's amazing how much have changed in just a matter of months, weeks even. 



11.10.2015

bloom / rose valley

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. 
-- Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype


on what now feels like many months ago, Ken & i had a lovely afternoon at the Rose Valley while we were on our roadtrip to Cameron Highlands. i've had this one in my posts draft box for way too long, partly because it's one of my favorite part of the trip itself so i wanted to save it for last, & also because life has gotten in the way lately that i am blogging less these days. i'll get back to the hang of it soon, promise!


we were greeted by these charming oriental vases on our way through the entrance. the entire valley was filled with the smell of roses & rain - as any of you could imagine, i had a hard time trying to take it all in. there's nothing else to do aside from walking around in between gorgeous rose shrubs & try not to give in to the temptation of plucking anything out. there were less visitors due to the rain & at some point, we had the whole garden to ourselves.


^ these tiny blush pink roses are my favorite.


some flowers formed walls across the valley, i went up & down the staircases with overwhelming feelings as every nook & corners brought little surprises.

10.09.2015

a happy list - october bound

Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music.
Plants and the season.
Also freedom.
-- Charles Frazier, Nightwoods


it's been way too long since my last happy list. i woke up this morning with the heaviest of thoughts - that i've got so much to accomplish before the year ends. for now i can't help but to wait for something good to happen. funny how that works :) somehow it seems appropriate that it's time to list down what i'm grateful for & hey, to drink it all in. 

so here goes
1. our extended road trip to the mountains
2. the smell of 'freshly cut roses' candle, burning in the bathroom
3. waking up to the sun on less hazy days
4. kind strangers. kindness in general.
5. after-the-rain sweaty morning runs
6. white t-shirts & dark navy shorts & tan bags
7. photos that look like film
8. words by Meg Fee

carpe diem. what makes you happy today? :)