“When I touch my face I think palace. I think could have or could or have not. I think the city is divided by rivers and hearts and little living things I never learned how to name.” — Becca Yenser, from Columbia Park Sometimes I recall tales from Miri, Sarawak – aka the small-town, whenever it appears here – … More “…it’s an intriguing space, that period and gap between who the girl was and who she will become.”
i. Three years ago, on my last day of the internship in Miri, Sarawak, I found myself alone with then-newbie colleague. He’s great fun to be around with cos he feels familiar – another city/KL person in small-town Miri – but he’s admittedly half the time really annoying because he’s always – at least back … More Turning time forward and backwards, revisiting “But one wrong decision does not define an entire life yet lived.”
We were both silent. Robyn read a book, and I thought about our visit to Sarawak. During our stay I had a familiar sensation in my stomach, the one we all get when we return to a familiar and loved place. I felt as though I had “come home.” If a two-week visit was so … More forecast: sunny with a chance of longing.
i. Since 2010, my life has been a series of ten weeks but none more poignant and memorable than the ten weeks spent in Miri, Sarawak, two summers ago. Frankly I don’t know if I could relive that experience – I hitched rides with a record-breaking of 15 people in ten weeks (don’t ask me … More answer me, 2012: revisiting a summer of car rides & youth.
Kauai is reminiscent of Miri so much that I don’t know to laugh or cry at this fact. I had a moment of epiphany while at the dairy section of the supermarket (the only one in the town, of course), as I was sandwiched between two aunties going about with their grocery shopping. The scenario was oddly … More & yet again the clock rewinds to summer of 2012.
Exactly a year later – I’m back in Miri, Sarawak. Sometimes it’s not really the location that counts, but Miri for me personally – it is it. Here’s the place that inspired The Summer Break Series set of write-ups and most importantly, the place that humbled me. It’s the place that taught me the raw … More The Summer Break Series: A Year Later.
I spoke about Miri again tonight. Where do I even begin? My Summer Break Series tag collection would probably provide some insights, but I’ll attest that it doesn’t do the entire experience justice – not because my sentiments when I wrote them were untrue, not at all, rather very simply, it’s true that wisdom comes … More heart’s mind.
Lately I’ve taken to rereading The Summer Break Series before going to bed – this 2, 3AM bedtime hours is really unleashing my sentimental self out in full force. Coupled with my current Stress-Mode Self, suffice to say, I reminiscent at the unlikeliest memories as I sit in the dark during these Godly hours. Ordinary as … More Goodbye Happiness.
A few days ago, I was struck by a particular memory which took place in Miri – It was the image of me in the passenger seat, laughing aloud – the sort that made my stomach hurt; sincere. I was in the car with my friendship summer flings. We were driving along the narrow two-way … More of summer, car rides & youth.
The final installment of The Summer Break Series must of course be the overall reflection of my life and experience in Miri for the past 10-weeks. I gave myself a few days to mull in afterthoughts as opposed to jumping right in and even now, I’m not entirely sure if I am able to encapsulate … More The Summer Break Series: Eyes(Heart) Wide Open.