The Great Escape


Travel essentials.


(Yes, I was indeed at an attempt of a hipster-like flatlay photo)


Time for my long-anticipated great escape and to continue my writing hiatus. Also, I think that a change of scenery for a bit will fuel my mojo to keep this little space alive.



Of maybes and mismatches


[DISCLAIMER: DO NOT read this if you are not in the mood for something depressing and if you are not in to read about how I am pathetically wallowing in my self-induced misery. Apologies in advance; it has been the toughest few weeks with exam preparations and exams itself, and it didn’t help that I had to battle with supressing my (stupid) emotions too. MEH.]


It’s been a while now, 30 weeks since I last saw you in person.


I know that I shouldn’t, and I know that it only makes me feel worse.


But, I miss you. I miss having you as one of the closest people to me in my life. I miss you so much that it actually hurts.


I would not tell you, because I know how the cards will be played: you’d look down and press your lips into a thin line, take in a deep breathe and a soft sigh follows. And through your eyes hidden behind your framed glasses, you’d give me the familiar “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you” look for the nth time.


I would not tell you because it will change nothing and it really isn’t worth the try. In fact, I have stopped trying altogether. I got tired of being the one who tells you things but to only hear my voice in conversations. I got tired of having to explain why my wayward emotions take the best of me when you know very well that I am never one to let my guard down easily for someone to earn my trust. I realised a year too late that I should have known better, that I should have never placed expectations to begin with, that I should have stayed guarded like I always do.


Maybe it is true: perhaps we are just mismatched puzzle pieces. Maybe we are really better off without each other.


“Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.”


Faith, restored


I know that I shouldn’t be typing away on my keyboard (OH how I’ve missed my MacBook), but this warrants a quick post:


So who says chivalry is dead?




P.P.S. Oh, and as for the stud muffin on my WhatsApp wallpaper… well, go figure! 😉