There is silence if you pause to listen to it. There is serenity if you stop craving it.
The tide was coming in at a gradual pace as we laid in the black sand looking up at the sky illuminated with stars.
Writer's Block. I have it these days. So here are some photos of my recent journey instead.
Each day I wake up and there are new people in my bedroom. Except it isn’t my bedroom, it’s our bedroom -- the travellers who the space is designed for.
An intrepid traveller with bright ideas, a desire to explore cultures and traditions, and a relentless wanderlust.
Waking up was hard today. I haven’t felt that struggle since working at the bank when I dreaded facing the daily grind. The three Irish backpackers in my room got up one by one in the darkness, readied themselves, and went off to their working holiday jobs. I felt just a little more at ease in the silence of the room.
He took a journey through Asia to find himself and came out finding more than he'd ever imagined. From euphoria to melancholy -- he experiences it all and grows wiser on the road.
The rain starts to fall right as I leave my massage session with Kenny. I expected nothing sunnier at this hour, days in Kuala Lumpur aren’t so confusing. It starts out sunny, gets extremely hot and humid by mid-day, and then the rain comes before sunset. I needed to break up my similar routine a bit, which is why I went for the blind massage.
Australia? New Zealand? Australia. No wait... New Zealand. I’ve been going back and forth on these two places for nearly a month now. This is splitting my mind in two and my decision-making skills are fragmenting all over Malaysia as I try to solve such a trivial dilemma. So then I thought, what if I don’t choose at all?
Who are you? Why are you reading this? And how would I know what you feel unless you told me? There ought to be a shift from passively viewing one another on social media, to actively starting out with a simple hi. Here's why.