My Dusty Old Shelf

Soooooo overdue. I turned 24 almost 2 months ago. But I've gotten so bad at updating my blog, it's actually insane. So, 24. Almost a quarter of a century old. But to be honest, I still feel like I'm 18. (And hopefully look it too HAHA) I have achieved things that I want to achieve. And I also still have so much more to do. I have figured out some parts of my life, made plans for it, and hoping for the best. But I still have so much more to learn. I had one of the best birthdays this year. Showered with so many thoughtful wishes and prayers. And I was able to enjoy myself. Fully. I am blessed. Truly blessed. With everything that has happened this past year, I never thought I could be here. My 23rd year of living was a roller coaster ride. Fast, with sudden dives and totally not under my control. And this bliss that I feel right now, there's no word for it. To my 24th year of living, may it be filled with love, lessons and light. As it will be m...

On my 17th birthday in 2011, a little boy gave me this scarf. He said it was for me to bring along when I go and study overseas.  At that time, I had no idea if I even had the capability of doing so. I was 17. Far from finishing school. And my grades? Nowhere near good enough to study medicine in Malaysia, let alone overseas.  But this chubby-cheeked little boy thought that I would.  Three years later, I got an offer to study in Liverpool and Belfast (and of course I ended up going to Belfast).  What was the first thing I packed?  That lovely tartan scarf that was still neatly folded inside its box, and unused for four years. Fast forward 7 years, this scarf has kept me warm in Belfast, Paris, Copenhagen, Venice and the list goes on and will continue to grow. When he first saw photos of me wearing the scarf, he was so excited.  Little brother, thank you for believing in me when I never did.  Even back then. Because h...