Saturday, January 26, 2013

Memories

Memories 
they haunt me down
in wakeful hours 
in sleep.
Figments of the past 
they play
the rise up from the deep.
Midnight 
then they come
as dreams,
mixed up with fantasies.
Confusingly true
but they're nothing at all,
nothing but fallacies.
If only you knew 
how much it hurts
these unyielding 
memories
the good and the bad
the sweet and the sad
the worst of all maladies.

"Memories" by E.Y

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Penang

Feels like time has stopped ticking and we've traveled back into the British era a long, long time ago before the independence of Malaya. Dotted with old weathered buildings here and there, bicycles trailing down the street merrily and tall, tan, white people all around- you could easily forget you're still in Malaysia year 2013.

Minus the car, you've traveled back in time!



I just love waking up early in the morning, strolling by the streets of Georgetown heritage site, getting carried away with the hustle and bustle of a little Chinese town. The market is so lively, the streets filled with bicycles and coloufully decorated 'beca' or trishaws which we seldom see in cities. And when you turn into a corner, surprise! you'll find beautiful murals, painted on the walls as well as wire bended cartoons! 









The food is also good, love the char kuey tiao, cendols, dimsums, and wan tan mee especially, but they're not as good as home-cooked food still! The best-est thing about it all is still the time spent with friends, the silly jokes we pulled off in the middle of the streets, up the hill to Bukit Bendera and walking, exploring for more food to eat like a typical Malaysian.









It all feels so out of the world (by that i mean my world, of course), what a great feeling it is to escape reality even just for a few days after a tiring week of exams. Penang, truly a fusion between old and new, the past and the present. And it's a place where you can always feel the sea breeze, especially when you're along the quay at night. Ahh, it carries me away a thousand miles away to a place, a moment which i treasure the most, which i can never have back. Because the past is past. But for me it'll always be kept and treasured, alongside with the present.

Chew Jetty
along the quay