Saturday, August 23, 2014

yin yang

In my 2 weeks of south american conquest, during the quiet tines between me hiking the Andean mountains to Machu Picchu and spending nights in the Amazonian rainforest, I noticed I only had The Hunger Games books downloaded on my Kindle.

Perhaps it is the lack of alternatives but I quite surprisingly enjoyed

it. I am happy that Katniss ended up with Peeta, not Gale. Ive long felt this about myself and about other people. I sometimes mentally assign people to elements: fire, wind, water. Me? I always thought of myself as fire. Ppl usually mistake me as airy, light, but I am passionate, rather strong-headed in something I love and believe in. Ive always thought that someday my partner in life will be water. Somebody simple and see - through in his intentions. Willful but gentle and steady. A bystander yet a supporter in his patience. There, always. The yin to my yang. Just like Peeta was in the books.

It feels wishful sometimes, almost fictional. Yet I am never the one to rush.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


Not a day goes by. Since.
Im wasting.
The void behind the smile.

Thursday, June 26, 2014


Things I wanna do in korea:

1) eat street food: ddeokbokku, jajangmyun, bibimbap
2) go to a sauna
3) trout fishing
4) see sarang channnnn
5) Shop for cute korean stuff!

Thursday, May 1, 2014


How many masks do you wear in a day?
We are raised to compartmentalise.
To learn what is appropriate for when... and who.
Maybe 'mask' is a harsh word. 
This isnt deceptive in nature. It is for survival more than anything else.
Hearts and sleeves yada yada.

Many may ask how your day was, but few traverse...or expect to traverse past 'good'.
If you do...
Well, hello, friend..or more.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

steady as a beating drum

As a kid, my favourite disney princess was pocahontas. I love her strength, her courage to explore something unknown and her wisdom about what really matters. I was so very immersed in the native american culture and would read everything about yhem

There were many a time that the scene where she was in a boat choosing between the smoothest course or the wilder river would play out in my life. I draw into that feeling a lot.

Oh do you still wait for me, dreamgiver?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Like a wild thing
It caves in
It doesnt own or be owned
fascinating, perplexing, empty.

why does it matter

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


which one of the 5 senses that makes a memory, fade first?

i remember flexions in the voice but not the voice itself.
i remember the way a chin curls up but not the face.
sometimes the smell of talybont and wooden floors.
songs are powerful, they take me right to the same spot where i was.
a memory may also be a collection of emotions, in that u remember exactly how u feel yet not necessarily the details around what made u feel that way.

someone told me that if u take away things u dont want to remember, u may also take away the good memories.