Another year has flown by and I’m back facing my laptop, reflecting on the last 12 months, trying to pen down the chaos that’s in my head.

Procrastination. My biggest vice besides sugar. And now the OCD side of me is fighting my mental block as 2015 ebbs away. I look around the house and there are piles of unfolded laundry; blue stickers all over my living room from my very own defects inspection of the grey walls I painted THREE YEARS ago; my study strewn with rolls of tulle because I am making tutus yet I don’t think I have enough colours; and the vacuum, blocking the passage because in the midst of cleaning I felt like blogging. What can I say, the heart wants what it wants.

Note to self for 2016.


Who wants to do boring stuff like laundry or ironing for that matter when time can be better off spent doing something creatively amazing? Like dressing up your dog with every opportunity just for laughs. I guess 12 months from now I will find myself here once again. With piles of laundry, a half-cleaned house….reminiscing.
2015, you’ve been good to me!



Now & Then

“Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

In a matter of hours, we will be welcoming the new year. With it comes new resolutions, hopes and expectations; a clean slate. How time flies.

During my schooling years, time was slow. Time was all about waiting- waiting to grow up; waiting for dad to pick me up from tuition; waiting for exam results….but in my 30s I often question myself, “Where did all the time go?” A good friend recently reminded that we will be in our 40s for Wawasan 2020¹. Yikes, that’s like the next age bracket in a survey. Even the Internet is cruel as you find your fingers working extra hard scrolling down to find your year of birth in an online form. The topic of conversation changes too as we discuss mortgages, families, kids these days AND gardening although sometimes in an attempt to cling to whatever is left of my youth I talk about Kpop, Kdramas and gush about pretty boys unashamedly.

I may have lost and wasted a lot of time but as I grow older I made time as well. I made time for myself, for people I cared about and things I am passionate about. Whilst I often look forward to a fresh tomorrow, I also hope to learn from the mistakes of yesterday.

2015. Please be kind.

Happy New Year, everyone. Live worthily.

¹ Wawasan 2020

The Sleeping Giant Has Awoken

In a few more hours the future of our country will be unveiled. I am optimistic yet apprehensive. In a few more hours Malaysians will find out if the current regime reigns or will we be starting anew.

Today, everyday Malaysians are defending their votes and guarding their polling stations with pride like a mother hen protecting her chicks. Today, those everyday folks who usually turn a blind eye or keep their heads low have found their voices. What used to be mousy squeaks are now thunderous roars. And they refused to be silenced.

The taxi driver who usually tries to overcharge you is patrolling his polling grounds; the kopitiam aunty who usually watches her favourite soaps while tending to the cash register is now barking orders at phantom voters; the unpopular kid in school is capturing live footage and reporting them on social media; you and I are doing our part by making sure that the truth gets out there.

Everyday folks. Everyday Malaysians. Everyday heroes.

Whatever the results may be, at least we can stand tall with our heads high knowing that we tried. We gave it our best shot. And most importantly, we fought fair and whoever comes to power will face their biggest challenge yet- the rakyat.

The sleeping giant has awoken.

Do You Hear The People Sing?

INI KALILAH!505. Will it be the ending of a regime or the beginning of hope? No matter who wins the road to democracy is never-ending. There are always battles to be won and obstacles to overcome.

We all have a choice to vote for whoever we want but let me ask you this: Can you seriously vote for a party that OPENLY threatens and oppresses your own countrymen? A party that openly practices preferential treatment based on race? A party that emblazons the scale in equilibrium but ironically so imbalanced? Does that even make any sense to you?!!!

Or better yet, what does that say about YOU?

You say Lain Kali Lah! but for many of us this is it! INI KALI LAH! And if the tables were turned do know that I will fight for you. For I will fight for what is right. For what I know is right. I am after all a Malaysian too.

Today you and I may be battling on opposite sides of the fence but perhaps one day, we will be defending on the same side.

One day. And I hope that one day is soon.

The Vicious Cycle of the Herd Mentality

I don’t know which irks me more: LISTEN-ing to Sharifah Zohra Jabeen or listening to Namewee mocking Sharifah Zohra Jabeen.

The former has proven that good education does not beget brains whereas the latter is all class crass. If Jabeen cuckooed into the realms of the animal kingdom then in my opinion Namewee is merely riding on the coattails of others. A parody at its best exudes wit and articulation; it confronts sensitivities…always at someone else’s expense.

Respect is earned and it goes both ways. How about showing some respect for Jyoti Singh Pandey, the Indian rape victim? She was a woman. Sharifah Zohra Jabeen, uncouth as she is, is a woman. K.S. Bawani is a woman. I am a woman.

Surely there are better analogies than outraged modesties and the female anatomy.

The elation is bittersweet for those who accuse the students of having a herd mentality if they are the very same herd who are simultaneously laughing at this ‘parody’ without understanding its content. How ironic.

So, do we blame education for our inability to think for ourselves?