Wednesday, February 18, 2015


"A rose can never be a sunflower and a sunflower
can never be a rose. All flowers are beautiful in their own way,
 and that's like women." - Miranda Kerr

Being a late bloomer, I was subject to some bullying. It wasn't excessive, but it need not have been excessive for me to feel hurt and hateful at the time. Being called small and short made me bitter, and that is why I now hold my height as my proudest asset, especially for an Asian. However this is not to say that I in turn judge smaller people. Firstly I understand what it feels like to be physically small and everyone else being so much taller. Secondly, I applaud them for their amazing personalities, in all honesty I have found that smaller people tend to have a greater confidence. God is fair.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015


"You're thinking of something, my dear,
 and that makes you forget to talk." - Lewis Carroll

One of the most twisted sensations a person can experience is the feeling of returning home after a long holiday, back to a safe comfortable routine of everyday living. The emotions felt are relief, joy and satisfaction all in the midst of nostalgia, emptiness and slight bitterness: 'I want to return'.  

And so for these three short weeks, returning from my brief travel overseas to China and Taiwan, I have been thrown back into work mode and the usual routine of life. With studies yet to begin in the end of February and piano lessons around the same time, it's not that bad yet, but I have found myself just too lazy to leave home. Currently I'm just blaming it on my post-excessive traveling.  I'm self-diagnosing it as 'faded mood', symptoms are often likened to introversion.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

ROOM 603

"The true fruit of travel is perhaps the
feeling of being nearly everywhere at home"
- Freya Stark

With the love for travel comes the love for hotel rooms, it's like having cookies with milk, or a burger with coke. The love is intertwined: 'You are the moon to my night, the peanut to my butter, the soy sauce to my Chinese'. Ahem, well that didn't end up being as poetic as I intended it to be.

Waking up in a hotel room, away from home, is a rousing feeling, stirring in the pit of your stomach as the adventure awaits. Away from the mundane of everyday life, you are actually elevated to spring out of bed, not wishing to waste one more second of your time in this undiscovered city.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


"Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone.
 As long as we're together, does it matter
 where we go?" - Gabrielle Aplin

It feels good to be finally home, to step foot in my parents' phlegm covered hometown ground once again. Yes, but I've never missed the constant 'head-down, feet-dodging' act required to walk those streets (you will have to visit this country to understand what skill I am referring to, one that you will master if you do indeed visit). But rather I am happy to be rekindled with my family here in Guangzhou, China. This is the city where my beloved aunts, uncles, cousins and many nieces and nephews all reside. 'There's babies everywhere!' as my baby-loving brother puts it. It's been two years since I've been back and I have yet to squish these adorable babies in my loving arms. 

It is a strange feeling, almost unable to be put into words. This feeling of returning to a second home where time jumps. Not many people will understand, but I guess astronauts will. The concept of relativity? Interstellar anyone? Only this isn't physics, it's psychology. My mind is simply stuck in a certain time frame. When I leave I expect nothing to change. And I leave for years.