You may be wondering if this is a banana peanut butter chocolate milkshake with whipped cream on top?

Ohh yeaaah….good things for good kids that study 10 hours straight! 

(Pray I pass my medical exam board finals this coming Monday, please. I need God on my side)

UGH! GETTING FIT IS SO HARD, SOMEONE PASS ME AN ICE CREAM!!!

(A friend of mine saw this sign on his travels and took a photo of it for me)

Walking the streets of Kuching, Sarawak

Kedah during harvesting season. It’s dubbed the rice bowl of the country.

The drive back to my father’s hometown looks like this left and right, acres and acres of paddy fields. I haven’t been back in the village for ages. I miss it. 

I turned 23 last week! It was during the pre-exam period so there wasn’t much celebration. My boyfriend lives 12 hours away, it makes celebrating with him difficult. He baked me a cake at 5am his time, and blew out the sprinklers (haha there were no candles to be found) for me …although I still got to make my wish. I got my own cake to “share” with him and did the same. 

The silver lining of being 12 hours away is that you get 36 hours of birthday celebrations instead of 24! Not everything in life must be so bad :)

Hope all is wel with you guys. Much love all the way from Malaysia! 

Enid Blyton taught me that spider webs were used as thread to sew clothes for fairies. Roald Dahl taught me to say “enough of that nonsense, Enid!”

Hope everyone is fine and dandy! 

asyahirah:

Illustration for Issue Magazine to accompany a poem by Kemp Sabourin (check out his collection of short stories!). 

My eyes struggle to maintain a grasp on reality,
Lied and cried which applied the snide side as I slide,
It’s so steep and brings on this sense of mortality,
Friends replied outside with denied pride as I ride,
Remembering a time when my body had such vitality,
Tried to bide in stride but now the tide is wide reside,
My mentality has been invaded by this hospitality,
Allied beside the divide that denied to provide inside.

Hopelessness overcomes me as I sink into this pit,
Darkness cues while I cruise on the path that I choose,
My only escape from this personal prison is to acquit,
To excuse the abuse that I have let loose only to use,
Must submit a bit and admit that I slipped and tripped,
To defuse or transfuse all that has become my views,
I did permit this demon to commit, that much I admit,
Whose shoes fit and amuse this confused recluse?

Now I’m wondering what does this all surround,
Every vein reigns with pain but I can’t complain,
Sounds of the voids that circle around bring me down,
The disdain that rain upon my brain are driving me insane,
Drowned in profound bounds that never should have crowned,
Try to contain my main domain wishing I could feign humane,
Will I rebound from this compound undignified mound,
Feeling the chain again pulling me down the drain.

Swirling spirals of my own self-conscious reflection,
This affliction for my addiction never tried to mention,
Disconnection from direction and defection from affection,
My depiction of conviction is all fiction causing friction,
Perfection in this infection leading me in the wrong direction,
Self-crucifixion is a contradiction it’s all my own infliction,
Connection with rejection all started with this injection,
Your prediction is the restriction that was out of jurisdiction.

The dark engulfs me and there is no more escape,
Only my own blame to take aim at my hidden shame,
Drape the tape over my face made of this scape,
Fame that claims you in this game is all just the same,
The cape doesn’t reshape my fate as I just simply gape,
A flame still tries to maim and tame in one frame,
Mouth agape as I try to scrape by and just take shape,
Proclaimed a name that is an exchange to try to acclaim.

Returning from where I came is all I truly desire,
How to calculate and navigate before you strangulate,
To walk higher on the thin wire made of sharp brier,
Contemplate to amputate this candidate during castigate,
It’s too late cause I’m in the fryer and I hear the choir just prior,
Demise is on the rise and I vacillate before I validate my fate,
I tire of this attire of pyre just one final buyer before I expire,
Heart palpitates starting a race while poison coagulates at a rapid rate.

I feel the end is near with the crushing weight of my own skin,
Eaten alive by all the lies that personified this addiction to rise,
The best I have been was floating in sin wherein I spin within,
Flies the size of men’s eyes compromise my prize of easy demise,
Begin the end as tears roll down my chin just hope my kin grin,
Happiness arise and opens skies to never chastise like a sunrise,
Eyes pin shut therein and win over my will to fend off the end,
Despise the lies that deprive all my wise compromise to just die.

Is Kenny crying? No, he’s not! It’s just raining cats and dogs.

I’ve decided not to leave Borneo just yet. I’m applying to work in Sabah for two years after graduation (in 5 months! eeeeppp! *hyperventilate*). I do badly want to return to the sweet life of luxury back home..maid to cook and clean, proper internet access, some sort of night life after 10pm (and I really miss my family & friends, ok)…but what’s two more years compared to the hands on experience, right (I hope.)? Plus, there’s all that sweet diving spots, hiking trails and to die for seafood. 

I guess we’ll have to see how long I’ll last, maybe I’ll end up being the one crying. 

Duty.

Kyoto Imperial Palace, Japan.