“With anything young and tender the most important part of the task is the beginning of it; for that is the time at which the character is being formed and the desired impression more readily taken.
—PLATO, THE REPUBLIC”


There are some things in this world which will (frustratingly) never change. 

Ways to deal with it: 
-find an outlet to let it out
-change the way you feel about it
-shut it out and be indifferent

(Written in order of difficulty, top being least difficult) 
Usually, to use the phrase 'on time' is to mean that a particular event occurred at precisely when it is scheduled or timed to happen. And not later

What not many people might have in mind when using this phrase is also when the event happened before it was meant to happen. When it was early. Prematurely early. 

Yes, it is good to be early (tell that to guests to a typical wedding in Malaysia). But not when you're a train. 

What happened, you (may) ask? 

So the irony of it is when you're in Malaysia where people and transport are infamously tardy, and the train you hoped to catch leaves 1 minute before its scheduled departure. 

Tell me, is that irony or what? 

It happened today as I was running down the stairs to catch the 18:09 train, and though I reached at 18:08:56, I was (needless to say) peeved to see the train already moving away from the platform. 

I guess my complaint now is for the train to follow the schedule. 
And yes, to not be early. 


It's hard to hit the target ain't it? Sigh. Now I have to wait another 20 minutes for the next train, by golly! :( 


That ache in your chest as you wish for a ticket on that elusive time machine, to the destination: "to when things were simple and uncomplicated."

I'm feeling under the weather again. 
So the other day during the Raya holidays, my parents, dear cousins and moi went on a day trip to Sekinchan. 

We made a pit stop at Kuala Selangor and climbed up the hill. I remember this place from my younger days, but it was not a happy memory. It was here that I developed my contempt toward monkeys. It all happened because one impatient monkey couldn't wait for more food from me and so it sunk its fingernails deep into my arm. Needless to say, I never forgave that monkey or any of its kind. But I think I've learnt to let it go over the years, though not completely. 

So here we were, on top of that hill. It was still full of monkeys, and I mean filled with monkeys. My cousins and I were quite unnerved by the sight of those monkeys (doesn't help that I had a bad experience with monkeys before), but they never came close if you had nothing to offer. 

But here is a pic of my dad showing off how brave (and perhaps friendly) he was to those "tame" monkeys:
His expression is like he was catching up with old friends. LOL

The species of monkey in the photo above is different from the one that sunk its nails into me those years ago. I think I like them more, as they seemed less 'wild' and scary. 

And their babies are golden!!!!

This walk up the hill was almost a walk down memory lane (albeit not that happy). I wish I could do this more often still. 

Here we were at a small isolated beach in Sekinchan (sans dad) called Pantai Redang. Isn't that the name of another famous Malaysian beach on the east coast? :D

Just for fun, here is a funny pic of self-made swings found at the beach. This is improvisation:level Asian. 


These ones are a bit rundown. There were brand new ones nearer to the sands.

Signing off. Just another 'meh!' day at work. 

While I beg to differ, this phrase is one of those painful contradictions of life. 


So I've been working for a month now, and if there's anything that I can say, is that everyone who's ever said "I told you so" about being in school is better than earning money, is right.

Or is this just a case of 'the grass is always greener on the other side'?
Or do I have to be patient and just wait a little longer before I 'settle in'?
Maybe I don't ever get to decide these things, and that I'll have to suck it up and just deal with it, like I have been all my life.

Well, whatever it is, I have to move on with this phase of life. I just wonder when the tumultuous waves that engulf me day and night will calm down and give me peace.
Sometimes, I don't feel like talking because I can't handle the emotions once my mouth opens and let the words spill.
A lesser known fact I found out about me is that, of all my 'Favourites' I can list with a high degree of certainty, 'Movies' is not one of them. In fact, I rarely rave about a movie other than saying that it's either "Definitely worth the watch. In fact, it's so good, I watched it TWICE in the cinema!" (only once for The Dark Knight) or "Yeah, it's good, I think you'll like it," that I don't think I can list a "Favourite Movie" if I were asked.

I find that a number of the movies I've watched that are listed as a 'Favourite" by thousands of people, or scored a high rating on Rotten Tomatoes and IMDb, have left me very disappointed. Take this example as one which I was so appalled with after watching it, that instead of negatively-raving about it, I summarised the whole movie and told it to my friends with every grotesque detail unspared, in hopes that they don't always fall for ratings like I naïvely did.

So today, with the experience of hindsight and some 'experimenting', I found a movie I daresay I actually really like and would like to give my two cents' worth. That movie is The Perks of Being A Wallflower.



While on a flight from Hong Kong to Tokyo, I was contemplating to either sleep or watch a movie. The decision was tough because I pulled just over 4 hours of sleep the night before after a busy day of sightseeing. Needless to say, my eyelids were heavy and sleeping would indeed be a very good choice.
But because I couldn't waste the chance of watching at least one of the latest releases in that Cathay Pacific flight (what an awesome airline), I browsed through the choices available which was when I chanced upon this movie. If it wasn't for the countless posters and advertising for this movie during my final days in Sydney, I would probably not have been as curious about this show as I had been on that flight.

My first impressions of this movie at the time in Australia was that it was another coming-of-age tale that would over-romanticise the joys and pains of growing up, that it had a cast of actors who aren't very famous and that if it hadn't the stunning Emma Watson in it (I've always thought of her acting in the Harry Potter series as a bit overbearing which dropped my impression of the movie further), it would have no saving grace at all.

So, first impressions aside, I thought to myself that I ought to give it a go and either prove myself right, or be pleasantly surprised.

And oh boy, I can tell you I was very much pleasantly surprised; in fact, I loved every minute of it.

Imagine a girl eating her foil-contained airplane meal with her torso bent awkwardly to prevent any unwanted spills, with her eyes glued to the screen for the majority of the time. That was how hooked I was.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a story told in the first-person by a freshman named Charlie, the protagonist. The show begins from the time when Charlie begins his freshman year at a new high school. He is shy and keeps to himself mostly, until he comes about making friends with the flamboyant Patrick and his beautiful step-sister Sam, both seniors in high school. They took Charlie as 'one of their own', and their friendship blossomed and the three of them became very close.
The story continues with surprising and oftentimes shocking developments, though I think I've said too much. So I'll stop here with regards to the plot.

I find this story moving, touching and profound; a coming-of-age tale told with a beauty that I find inexplicable. It makes me feel that growing up is filled with such intense delight and sorrowful pain, which questions the promise of happiness: does it really lie waiting at the corner? Perhaps this is the very notion of youth, that the possibility of the future is what it thrives on. The Perks of Being a Wallflower is just that: it felt to me genuineness of youth, full of emotional highs and lows, and self-discovery. It is also a story of an unforgettable friendship filled with the ups and downs of growing up.

I don't know why the movie struck a chord with me, if it was that the actors were perfectly cast, or that it wasn't the awkward film I thought it would be; I just truly enjoyed it. Logan Lerman's performance as Charlie was simply brilliant, and kudos to Ezra Miller and Emma Watson as Patrick and Sam. They really nailed it.

This movie has strong adult themes and parental guidance is advised for the underaged.

I forgot to mention that this film is an adaptation of a book by the same name written by Stephen Chbosky. I went looking for a digital copy of the book online and I found one. I finished reading it during my 5-day holiday in Tokyo,Japan. I read it every night before I go to bed. In my opinion, I think both the book and the movie are equally good. Go read and watch them. I think you'll like it too.







The sunny skies;
the shade of the trees.
My feet rest on the soft sands.
Immaculate.

Sun rays pour on my countenance,
while my shadows fall to the ground.
My breath grasps the fragrant clarity of the air.
It feels liberating, you know?
This island, it is like
rain after drought
laugh after grief
love after loss

The waters that surround this island;
clear, pristine.
They seem endless,
a stretch of blue as far as the eyes can see.
I can wander in these waters forever;
yet, will I reach the end?
Then again, why leave this island at all?
Because
My heart is not here.
My Home is not here.
But it feels perfect, this island.

It is ephemeral,
it is somewhere far away,
a refuge that stays for as long as there is want.
But alas, reality can strike. Hard.

This island will return,
like the waves of the ocean,
beating the sands
of this island.
They come back.
Always, when this heart calls it.






Strike a match, 
light this fire. 
Ignite the wood, 
in this mire. 

I'll gather the past, 
and dump them here. 
I'm not running away,
But they're just... too near. 

Let the blaze roar, 
while I watch on. 
Oh, how the crackle, 
means they're all gone. 

I'd better hurry, 
before the glow dies out. 
I'll just take the splinter 
and burn these bridges. 

There. I've burn the bridges.

-anonymous