Week 3 – 7: 12.03.2017 – 14.04.2017


I’m in the middle of Easter Break as I piece this post together, and it feels extra special because it is a collection of all the good times, and the good, great, glowing times only. I realised that when I shut out the bad, there really is so much to appreciate. // I realised that when I intentionally and purposefully subtracted, I added value to my life. What a beautiful binary, a stellar symbiosis, …

It’s an unsettling feeling knowing that any ounce of negativity I ever harboured had drowned out such stunning memories, that every time I numbed myself… I effectively shielded myself from the golden moments that were right in front of my nose. Oh how devastatingly effortless it is to forget to stop and smell the flowers, to listen to the songs the birds sing for us, to just have tea and watch the sunset.

“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done.
One is called ‘yesterday’ and the other is called ‘tomorrow’, so ‘today’ is the right day to love, believe, do, and mostly live.”

— Dalai Lama


I Promise This Explains Everything

“Put my head under my pillow,
and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

It’s been so difficult putting all of this into words. I seem to be able to shape my love for every this and every that — the most beautiful, arbitrary things — effortlessly, lovingly, speedily into alphabets, but when it comes to the disharmony in my thoughts, it is nothing but either an epitome of a pathetic mess or a sad incompletion… I could never seem to make sense of the disharmony — what exactly is it? why exactly does it exist? what does/ will it entail? — but more than that, I could never find the courage to let anyone in on the reality of how… apologetically broken I am.


Week 2: 05.03. – 11.03.2017


Vlog embedded all the way below! xx >


“All of these together and none of these alone.”
(Credit: Leach and Moon, 1998: 268)

I found that it very much related to what Leonardo da Vinci famously said about how ‘everything connects to everything else’. We are all connected to everything else and everything else is connected to us. Our past, present and future are all merged into one dot we call now. We live in a world of duality but our purpose is to find opposites, connect them and create oneness. Our passion should be using the illusion of separateness to create new wholes.


Week 1: 26.02. – 04.03.2017


Vlog embedded at the bottom of this post! >

There’s no freedom like when You are in a place where everything is new and exciting, just waiting for You to find what it is You didn’t know You needed. Melbourne is this ‘place’ for me, and will continue to be, for… a while. I’m anxious, I’m excited, I’m confused, I’m… feeling blessed. I’ve been thinking of a way to document my life in a more organised, more succinct, less random, less bits-and-pieces-y way, and I’ve come up with 6 Ms. I chose the letter M because I was inspired by Sanskrit’s

Manas (मनस्)

In general use, Manas means mind. When dissected further, it could also mean imagination, will, understanding, intention, mind, spirit, mood, perception, opinion, intelligence, breath, desire, sense, reflection, thought, affection, conscience, and spirit. Manas is derived from the root मन् man, ‘to think’, and is the root of the English term ‘man’. Manas is understood as the capacity for thought, which is one aspect of the antahkarana, the ‘inner organ’.


O-WEEK @ Ormond College


HI LOVES, I’ll keep this short and sweet. I’ve got…

4 vlogs:

(embedded below)
Vlogs of the anything-but-sane-or-normal Orientation Week (O Week) I experienced here at Ormond College, where I’ll be staying for at least the next year.

3 songs:

1. Seven Days by Georgie Currie **
2. Chameleon by Pnau (a great song to dance to)
3. Let’s Get Slow by Aeroplane feat. Benjamin Diamond (it’s such a sexy tune heh)

** Georgie is a new friend I made during O Week, one whom I know I will treasure for a long time to come. :’) She didn’t ask me to advertise her band or anything, but I think they deserve to be known. They’re really quite incredible, take my word for it, or better still, check them out for Yourself here. xx

2 reasons to rejoice:


1 funny thing I read:

“What ho!” I said.
“What ho!” said Motty.
“What ho! What ho!”
“What ho! What ho! What ho!”
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
― P.G. Wodehouse, My Man Jeeves


What is 家?


< Scroll all the way down for the cheeky vlog I put together. >

Home is a smell — Mum’s skin when I hug her, petrichor (the fresh, earthy smell of rain), wafts of Asian stir-fry emanating from my neighbour’s kitchen.

Home is a feeling — the way my slightly worn out part-cotton-part-linen duvet touches my skin, embracing whoever I meet, the familiar — sometimes dreadful — combination of unapologetic heat and humidity on my skin.

Home is a sound — the clapping of thunder, Dad’s soft snoring that does everything but lull me to sleep, the croaking frogs when it rains and the chirping crickets when it doesn’t.

Home is a taste — fresh coconut flesh and coconut water that don’t quite taste the same when it’s cold outside, the truckloads of childhood memories that come flowing back whenever I eat wajik (I used to have these all the time), and hot pink pitaya blended into a coconut vanilla chia pudding.

Home is orientation — knowing which aisles to head to in grocery marts, finding my bed in the dark, unexpectedly (or rather, expectedly — Singapore is that small) bumping into a friend wherever I go.

Just as love is love is love, home is home is home.


A Letter To My Beautiful Younger Sister

Dear Caroline,

You have been my first companion in a lifetime of giddy laughter, petty quarrels, and confidences we somehow managed to keep from Mama’s and Papa’s curious ears (especially Mama’s). Don’t ask me why I’m writing this letter to You because I’m no wiser. Maybe it’s because I’ll be leaving You again soon, or maybe because You’ll be graduating in exactly 86 days, or maybe because I felt like I just had to put what I really feel into words.


Our Last Day in Germany + Flight Back to Singapore


< Vlog of the last day and the flight is embedded below! x >

Farewell is an expression, like “goodbye”, but also a noun.

Farewell is a combination of fare and wellFare comes from the Old English word faran, which means “to journey.” And well… well, I suppose it’s to hope that whoever journeys, journeys well or perhaps fares well on the journey.


A Surprise I’ll Never Forget


< Vlog embedded all the way below! >

I turned 21 on the 26th day of the 1st month of the year 2017.

So this is what it feels like — to be surprised speechless :’) (how did You all keep mum about this for so long?), to be loved for reasons I myself can’t fathom, to know that a ‘family’ is not limited to blood relations. All of You — my favouritest of favouritest humans (some aren’t featured here!) — make my heart feel like it’s Summer — the wafts-of-roses, touches-of-warmth, soft-green-grass kind of Summer. I don’t know who I would be without friends like You. Thank You for letting me be myself and accepting me as I am, for saying the right words when I needed to hear them most, and for making the time to be with me (if not physically, at least in heart and spirit) as I celebrate another completed journey around the sun. It truly is an honour, a privilege to be at the receiving end of a love as special and kind as this.


When In Zell am See Pt. II


< Scroll all the way down for a little vlog I put together. >

The naked winter trees line the avenue. Our breath rises in visible puffs to join the darkened clouded night sky. There is a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves, bejewelled with frost, that crunch underfoot. Rosy-cheeked, we stamp to keep warm, pulling knitted beanies over our reddened ears and tightening scarves over our blue-tinged lips. Teeth chatter and the cold seeps into our gloves numbing our fingers until they cease to bend properly, stiffened and frigid.

Another take on Zell am See, 3-2-1-2-3 style.