Is Your Love Big Enough?

I kept finding myself looking up pages after pages on MBTi traits lately. I used to believe that although I am an ISTJ on paper, behavioral wise I am a true INTJ.

I am intrigued by this to say the least.

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In the past, I was easily inspired by random strangers. I have this HUGE unexplainable admiration towards them - of which some resulted in a friendship. Not too shabby.
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2004
Met S (we're friends now, sorta) through my random blog hopping and she write all the right words.
Great taste in music, and movies.
I will always refer her to a sunshine because she just is - always with huge smile, positive posts and made me all happy to live life.

(I was having severe depression at the time)

I remembered I started to listed to The Spill Canvas because of her, too.

She micro-blogs now though and still, writes beautifully.

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2008
I met Boston girl (online of course) and she has this interesting way of telling mundane happenings in her blog that whenever there is a new entry, I wish she would post another one, and another one so that I can keep on reading her every word.

She took great candid, vintage-y pictures too. She made me plan a trip to Boston, which I don't know when exactly I will buy that plane ticket, but it is in the pipeline, trust me.

But sometimes in 2011, she went on a hiatus and I moved on with life. Until I found her blog again in 2014. (YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT DAY WAS FOR ME)

However, she stopped writing online, and continue to pursue writing a book. 
Sad, but happy for her.

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2015
And then I met A. He was pretty ordinary, friendly and humble. Nothing to shout about.
At the same time, I was having a major girl crush on X - and some random encounters made me stumble upon A's instagram feed. Boy I was so fucking wrong, he was the most interesting person that I could ever be acquainted with.

I don't know whether it is due to the sudden discovery and admiration of things he rather not boast about, or that he is perfectly my type (Tall, smart, humble, resourceful) - I asked him out to hang with me and the girls (which the girls were briefed that they would be my wingwomen for the night).

He was cool about it. But then later I found out that he was engaged. (my heart :'( )

However, having to know A for that short period of time, changed me. Like, I want to do better in life. I want to know more things. I want to be resourceful.

And then I plan my self discovery trip because my thoughts were super overwhelming, I needed a foreign land to think of things.

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2016
You write effortlessly and with such content.

And, this, in return is making me feel and keeping going back to the days that I find joy in such writings.
I need to start again, though you don't know me, but thank you. You moved me.

:)

xx,
D

Zero.

Double shot espresso, taknak sugar syrup satu!

Ah I would call that a heaven on earth.

I have not been on my toes for god knows how long and to be honest, I feel like I don't know myself that much anymore. Too consumed with work, work that I don't even enjoy.

I have a lot of What Ifs and Maybes nowadays they're keeping me entertain along with my stress. My main lady told me I am getting OK, and that I got this managed under my belt, although at times I agree with her wholeheartedly, but I beg to differ.

Life is life, you know?

Which brings me to my next point: I started Tinder, purely for social experiment. also, aside for the fact that I have been single by choice for almost half a decade, now turning that choice into the opposite because priorities, man.

Like I have been hearing cases and stories it is not as scary as it sounds, BUT, here's my take so far being such a green prospect (I have only been on it for a short than a week):

1) It is, superficial af.
I mean, I should have known better on the app that only uses your face as the representation of everything you are - cool or not/ your bio is just supplementary.

2) You swipe right, you matched, and then what?
Then, comes the awkward conversation starters and which most of the time I feel like clicking that unmatch option again and again.

So far I have met decent matches, no creepers yet. Thank God.

One person appears too cool, that *I* feel intimidated to continue with the small banter, (unfortunately (or fortunately? Depends on how you look at it?) he's my type, my type).

The other person is so easy to talk to, I feel like we should've been bros. No kid.

Well and there are also a total silence, when matched.

3) It's a training ground.
It gave me that vibe. I mean it is famously known for hookups platform and that should not be a surprise to me, but oh god I get sleazy vibes all around, I feel like this is not the place for you to be looking for something more than a 24 hours connection.


I guess th

*Whatsapp dings* S is leaving town for a year today, I am gonna miss his weird antics. I have been saying goodbye to people for the past 2 months and I don't want to keep that as a routine, 2016 has such a bumpy beginning, man.

Anyway, as I was saying --- I guess those success stories chance a lot on luck, and also how open you are to new things and how tolerable you are with new things too.

I prefer the old fashioned way -- no shortcuts. You woo me, I got woo-ed (or either way, I've been in both situation), spend some time together and then decide on being a thing.

Sekian.

HAVE I TOLD YOU BANKS IS SUCH A GODDESS?!

(Sticks - Banks; you're welcome)

Blurry Face

Let me be real honest, 2015 was the year that I started to feel like I should disappear for good.
Either a) I leave this body and all its existence b) I leave home, start anew where no one knows my name, my quirks, my lows, my pain, my bad habits.

I hold dear to 2014 because that was the year that every big dreams came true. I finally felt belong with/to my body. I finally felt I am not a waste of space and that my existence matter. However, not gonna lie for one bit I push people away. I guess I started to realize how I hoard people. I keep toxic people around me because I *think* I need them, while in reality, I was just lonely and I was such a fucking people pleaser that even people that are not worth my time deserve the chance to validate me.

How wrong was that?

I dived in 2015 with so much expectations and I was being let down. Who am I kidding? A year doesn't define  you, a year is not a fancy smchancy "new chapter" people make it to be. We romanticize new year so much so it has become unrealistic idea to live with.

What define you? Your actions. No matter what year you are at. Everyday is a new chance.

Now it is 2016. I am one year away from hitting 3 series. Spent my new year's eve at home, spring cleaning a few stuff over the weekend and then start my 12hours job again, seems to be repetitive but you know what, this career life does not define me either. It's what I do that matters - no matter at work or after work, all of that is me.

Planning my next adventure, funnily enough I am scared this time around, however excited still. Pray for me?

xx,
D.

People I Can Always Call.

Taking my first step into recovery (or at least would help to lessen whatever things that I have been fighting for for the last 6 months) -- I'm scared.

Did today's 1 Page AT A TIME page and it was this: A list of people that I can always call.
The categories are:
1. Best friend // 2. A Parent // 3. Cool Sibling // 4. Less Cool Sibling // 5. Favorite Aunt // 6. Owes Me A Favor // 7. Has A Car // 8. Always Ready to Party // 9. Knows Everything // 10. Knows Just Enough // 10. Grandparent // 11. 1 More.

I am ashamed to say that, out of 11,  I only have a few names came to mind.
How my life has deducted so many social interactions that I only have these few people which to be honest, I don't think I'm on their list.

Or, to be really honest, no one is on my speed dial anymore.
I feel rather sad knowing that, I sort of only have me if anything. (And Allah, I know, I know.)

Fuck, this is making me feel worse.

Finally saying Hi in October

Whoa life has been out of control lately.
I've been getting episodes within 48 hours and dat shit cray.
I just gotta buck up and get through this, because I truly believes that Allah puts you in a position which only you can bear.

inshaAllah, inshaAllah.

A fleeting (but cherished nonetheless) memory.

Exactly a month ago today I was on a plane flying to London. Only God knows how much I miss being in that place and how I would trade anything to be there again.

 Is this a sign that I should drop everything and resume my study as what was planned back in 2009?

Or, a catapult for something better?

Or, maybe, juuust maybe....I romanticise everything, even I try not to.

Also, on the side note: I saw couple of pics of Athina and Ed and they looked happy and I am actually sad that they're no longer together. :(

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#findingSerendipity received its first response on 26th July, from a taxi driver (the cab that I took on the way back home from Ed's show), he contacted my friend (whom gave her facebook contact -- I left her love letter in the cab, I'm more modern I guess, I only left my instagram on a picture) and proceeded saying 

"Hi __, thank you for leaving the love letter and your photo in my taxi last night. I'm guessing you were one of the young ladies from Malaysia I dropped home to Waterville Row... Well, you would not have known but I lost my wife to cancer 12 years ago and I have been on my own since then and your letter brought a tear to my eye but also a smile to my heart and I would like to say thank you very much..."

Things like this makes me happy. I am a happy kid. xo

Love,

D.

p.s. wouldn't it be nice if blogspot comes up with emojis? Jussayin'

Home pt. deux.

If there is one thing I wish I can keep it forever in a loop albeit it being a bittersweet moment, let it be this -- I cried at the lyric of a song that says something along the line "I want to come back home" on the way back from Dublin to KL.

Home is where the heart is, no?
My heart must've been everywhere and nowhere, because then if the quote rings true I am homeless af.

I thought I'm gonna let this go and let everything go and let everything be.
Like, not hoping on anything at all anymore.
(but i am a freakin' hopeless romantic as long as i can even remember)

At times I feel I am home.
At times I feel like I am lost.

"All my friends have come to find another place to let their hearts collide"