A 21 year old grounded daydreamer, whose mind has a mind of its own. Take a chance perhaps?
And on some nights, you just want to be free. Free from thought, from worry, from any strings of emotions.
To let the cool night air gently whisper them away, to let the slow traffic ease your beats and to let the night envelop you into it’s full nothingness; to be a temporary star.
A slight turn of your head, and you find yourself behind glass. Safe from the icy cold wind, the dangerous traffic and the scares of the night. What do you want?

And on some nights, you just want to be free. Free from thought, from worry, from any strings of emotions.
To let the cool night air gently whisper them away, to let the slow traffic ease your beats and to let the night envelop you into it’s full nothingness; to be a temporary star.
A slight turn of your head, and you find yourself behind glass. Safe from the icy cold wind, the dangerous traffic and the scares of the night. What do you want?

Posted
5 months ago
"To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter."
*Euripides

"To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter."
*Euripides

Posted
6 months ago
And even with every year, Thaipusam still never fails to amaze me :) (at Batu Caves)

And even with every year, Thaipusam still never fails to amaze me :) (at Batu Caves)

Posted
6 months ago
"The pure serene of memory in one man,—
A ripple widening from a single stone,
Winding around the waters of the world.”
*Theodore Roethke

"The pure serene of memory in one man,—
A ripple widening from a single stone,
Winding around the waters of the world.”
*Theodore Roethke

Posted
6 months ago
"There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about; because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. 

Whenever it rains, you will think of her.”
*Neil Gaiman

"There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about; because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains, you will think of her.”
*Neil Gaiman

Posted
7 months ago
"There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about; because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. 

Whenever it rains, you will think of her.”
*Neil Gaiman

"There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about; because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains, you will think of her.”
*Neil Gaiman

Posted
7 months ago
"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards."
*Vladimir Nabokov

"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards."
*Vladimir Nabokov

Posted
7 months ago
Fueled by so many emotions, inspired by intricate details and colour.

Fueled by so many emotions, inspired by intricate details and colour.

Posted
7 months ago
Birdwatching. (at Pulau Pangkor,Perak)

Birdwatching. (at Pulau Pangkor,Perak)

Posted
7 months ago
Cause it was a sweater weather kind of day. And with exams done with for now, another chapter’s closed; I’m going to get myself some sleep recovery :)

Cause it was a sweater weather kind of day. And with exams done with for now, another chapter’s closed; I’m going to get myself some sleep recovery :)

Posted
7 months ago
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