Moving On...

Dear love,

It is tough getting over you. There are so many things - from seeing, hearing to walking down the street which reminds me of you. But we don't even have a friendship I can call to share with you.

Its been almost four months since we ended things and I still think about you almost every single day -  I still wonder how and what you’re doing, and if you ever think about me.

These past four months have been hell without you. We always had our silly little fights which we would end up in cuddles and things will work out by its own, that's just the way we were. So when you ended it, I figured things would just work themselves out again, but they dint. and I think that's what hurts me the most.

Do not misunderstand. We've had a great time together for the past 30 months, and all that we had will remain at the back of my head. I know our paths will meet again. Maybe someday I'll be more mature and better prepared for whatever comes my way.

People say that every single person comes to our life with a lesson to teach us.

Now it’s time to say goodbye.There’s no one and nothing to blame. We just learned our lessons both of us had to offer to one another. Being with you was not part of my plan. I hope I've taught you something and colored up your life a little than before you met me :)

I wish you'd find your soul-mate and your happiness in time to come.

Remember, be happy :')

Counting down.

    2 more sunsets and I'm ready to go.

I'll come back stronger than before 💪

SELAMAT HARI RAYA // A day of celebration

Selamat Hari Raya to all of my Muslim friends :) 

Hari Raya is a festival which is celebrated by the Muslims worldwide. My Muslim friends tell me it is a whole month where they put back all of the weight they lose from the fasting period of Ramadan (A month where they fast from dawn to sunset).


This year, I went to my ex-colleague's open house (for Hari Raya) and there in the living hall were 2 tables - 1 was filled and displayed with tidbits and pastries while another was food (Noodles, rice cakes, curry~) spread across the long table. I knew I was in for a feast, yumz.

(This is one of my favorite butter biscuit in rainbow colors. so pretty right!)

 Laksa - Noodle in spicy soup

(Lontong -  Rice cakes served with Qeema
Qeema is a curry minced meat with potatoes and peas) 

I was the only Chinese in the house yo~ You know, my friend they just got to be funny and say I am a Tibetan - Why Tibetan? Aye, it's a long story back then when we were in Bangkok -  (they didn't think I look Chinese, though)

Jam's relatives all came in their traditional outfit - Baju Kurung - so vibrant and pretty! That alone is enough to call for picture taking.

 (Jam and her 2 cuzz - they look soooooo cute, don't they?)

 That's Fai and her ever rising brow.

I enjoyed myself spending the whole day at Jam's - cooking and serving her guest ( as if I am the host )
It is exhausting just to cook a spread of dishes for the incoming crowds at different timing not to mention the cleaning up thereafter the open-house? So thankful for that.