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 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’.


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.


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.


When in Zell am See Pt. I


< A video of snippets and moments I’d like to remember embedded all the way below. >

It’s so easy to forget to live when all we do is rush.
It’s so easy to remember to live when all we do is breathe, listen, sing, love, and laugh.
Here are a few snippets from my time with Papa in Zell am See — my winter wonderland, my little piece of peace, one of my greatest blessings.
Pt. I means a Pt. II is coming soon. x

Here’s my take on Zell Am See, in the dead of winter, in a January so cold it surpassed records that have been held for decades.
In 3, 2, 1, 2, 3: