With a Cup of Teh Tarik...

Christmas Day was spent with my Uncle and a cousin joining us for some barbeque. It was nice to be home with family. What was even nicer was having some time with me and a hot cup of teh tarik. Yes, my Uncle came home from Malaysia bringing the powdered version of my most favorite drink…teh tarik. Two packs of this fragrant and delicious drink. My mom took one and I was left with an opened pouch that I unfortunately had to share with the family. Call me selfish but mom really had to work her way with me making a cup for everyone, which got me pondering during my alone time…

What makes some things in one life too hard to share?

Teh Tarik to me is a like a book that takes me on a story. Each sip is like flipping a page of that manuscript which takes you on a journey back through time. A journey that you want to take pleasure in alone for the fear that maybe other people may not understand its true value to you. Having teh tarik is like being back in Malaysia again, a place were great memories have been authored. It’s about the great (and cheap) food I have enjoyed almost in every corner of Petaling Jaya and KL. Its about spontaneous laughter brought about by ever flowing teh tariks and limo ice during late night mamak escapades. It’s about a sport called paintball and the men & some women (harmful yet harmless men) that make it even more exciting. It is also about being able to travel and let my free spiritedness fly, roam and conquer yet another nook of this world. Most of all it’s about a boy with a beautiful smile who is willing to buy me all the teh tarik I drink, hop & skip with me with childlike enthusiasm and assure me that I will always have a friend who's at the very least an sms away.

Maybe it’s hard to share my teh tarik because I felt that if I finish the pack I also am letting go of the memories I have attached to it. That one of these days when I look and see that the pack is empty I will forget the people, the places and the boy. I know I need to release this chapter of my personal history and make space for new and unknown worlds to experience. But for now let me sit and enjoy my teh tarik by myself cause I’m not ready to let go...not just yet.

Enjoy the Journey

why are people sad?

...because they are prisoners of their personal history. everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. they never ask if that plan is theirs...and they start to accumulate experiences, memories, things, other peoples ideas and it is more than they can possibly cope with. and that is why they forget their dreams...in order for the true energy of love to penetrate your soul, your soul must be as if you had just been born. people are unhappy because they want to imprison that energy

...which is impossible.

The Zahir
by Paulo Coelho

Keeping the Positive Vibe

such a messy week. so many responsibilities each one seeking to be in the top spot and yet time still remains to be limited. and being a part of the greater whole, some things are bound to be sacrificed. and sadly sometimes these are the things you enjoy doing the most. giving these up can break your heart, but you have the choice of letting the defeat (of doing what you love) drag you down or to be continually in control of your own attitude. as the gang would say...keep the positive vibe.

its remembering that the journey isn't over yet and there could be similar days when you feel that your dreams are being threatened. reminding myself that i make my own decisions, i determine the course that my stories would take. it's just a matter of enjoying the path, the scenery and the people i meet along the way including the occasional bumps on the road.

Strawberry Milkshake and You

i had a messy week and so i decided to sit down and order a creamy strawberry milkshake at my favorite coffeeshop and look back on the week.

in between sips, puffs and journal writing you come into mind. a man with a sunny smile whose eyes encourage one to think happy thoughts; i wonder how you are. it's been a while since I last heard from you. and as if the questions would some how transport itself to you i ask how your week was or which part of the world have you unpacked your suitcase this time? aside from this i might like to know if i manage to enter your thoughts as well. but irregardless of the answer i simply say thank you. an appreciation of the way you continue to inspire that there are good people still left in this world. and that i should continue to believe...

that although life may throw you sour lemons we can always load our hoppers full and start shooting away the bitterness as they come. hee hee...

i miss you.

Realize...

the zahir...paolo coelho's newest novel...borrowed a copy from a friend during a surf trip and couldn't put it down...



thank you kage for yielding to my request to go first. maybe it was all part of the plan that do get to read the book at that particular time because at that point in time it made a whole lot of sense to me. lemme share a few more stuff...

what is freedom?


why are people sad?

Do You Want an Orange or Blue Cabana?

Sunlight gradually creeps through the sheets till it hits your face. Then you stretch and prepare yourself to greet the day. You open the curtains and the blue and turquoise seas glitter from the distance. Indeed a good morning sunshine! You take in a breath of the fresh air and taste the saltiness that comes with it. You are on your beach cabana and far from the unescessary pulls and tugs of the urban jungle. Where time is spent on nurturing relationships and oneself.

How i wish that it was like that everyday...on my orange cabana.

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