less about me, and more about others. I have been in many circumstances that I shy away from interactions because I think it should not be that way. I tend to run away from recognition, or even appreciation because most of the times I fell short of my target and it is easy to make myself the target of the target. Sooner, I became detached. I despised awards, I even despised my own birthday, up to a point. Because I think I don’t deserve them.

Objectively three things make me happy. — coffee, books and money. But coffee sometimes makes me spend more than I should. Or makes my sleep harder. Books sometimes make me frustrated when I cannot finish it. Or when I found it boring. Money makes me happy. But it also makes me want to spend more, which will then make me unhappy Being happy is such an overrated feeling. It is an overstatement — especially when that chemical explosion you feel just makes you feel so bad later. When the high is too high, the fall is going to be epic too.

This article is a tribute to those things that we cannot control but we choose to be in content with them. You know when you were younger, you’d be perplexed why some older people just don’t get married? Now I am older, and hopefully wiser, I gain some perspective on…

This weekend I had the opportunity to visit my Dad’s hometown, Taiping. Famous for its scenic lake garden and its amiability towards ageing population, the town itself is steep in history.

Have you realized, that for most of our lives, we were pitted against each other? We are taught, by our education system indirectly, if not directly, that to be successful you must be better than others. Smarter. Faster. More. More. More. Every term in school, we were ranked against each…

Born and raised in Kuala Lumpur, I have an affinity towards cities. especially those that can be traveled by foot. And Kuala Lumpur is pretty high up there. In honor of Federal Day — a day dedicated to Federal Territories, I spent my day on foot and public transport today…

To wake up in the morning is a mortal struggle It doesn’t care how many hours of sleep I put in The weariness loyally awaits The dread, the hate, The silence berates Replaying images I never had Oh how I wish to open my eyes, Without the urge within To close them awry When the silence befalls There it goes again. It doesn’t care how may hours I put in.

Don’t tie your whole personality to your job I received that advise many times now but I do not know what or who should I replace it with. Growing up, being a scientist was my life goal. I was driven and passionate because of it. I have loved reading as…

Last week had been the busiest week of my professional career and had it not been without solid support from the team, I was bordering on burnout. But my colleagues had it worse — they have been going like that for a year. The pandemic, brought another story to light…