Fresh start, y'all!!!

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Hello. WOW.

Never thought I'd come by this stage, but somehow here I am.
New, fresh, crisp white.
Just like how I think it should be.

The old layout was dated (I've maintained that for more than seven years!!),
it has been quite sometime that I'm considering a change (I was sooo attached to it).
Change the link, put it on private and will definitely import all the relevant posts.
Now with this change, I hope I'd refresh my desire in updating ;P

More tuning needed though.

Will. Be. Back.

Promise.
  • Monday, September 26, 2016

My brain-game

I've been using a new route for more than a month now
and never did I notice how beautiful everything is until I played my brain-game. 
I changed cities like I own it,
calling out all the towns I know like I'm there. 

I started noticing the bright yellow leaves, sitting benches, 
aged shady trees, uniquely designed pole - just to name a few.
It makes me wonder where my mind has wandered all these while.
I rarely look passed the cars in front of mine. 

I did not notice the bunch of benches for the past one whole month!
The benches reminded me of my solo trip to Narita when I thought
how thoughtful the Japanese to have sitting benches around the neighbourhood.
Well we do have them around too - if we look hard enough. 

We hardly care about the brand of the cars driven in foreign land, 
thus why we are so concern back home? Who drives what, 
which elite township our friend's house is located. Like c'mon!

It is a different set of eyes that we use while we are travelling
when we look for things to observe. To be impressed, to be inspired.
Why aren't we doing the same thing here in our own land?
We are hardly aware of our own surrounding, feeling like we are so deserving of what it can offer - well until it is taken away from us. 

I think we should be a traveler/tourist in our own place.
Let us feel unfamiliar to our daily surrounding and we shall 'see' more.
  • Monday, May 09, 2016

Renew our perspective

It started with a clip of a moving train
when I was reminded of how powerful our brain is.

We can change the direction of the train going in or out of the tunnel
just by telling ourselves whether it is going in or going out.
How amazing.

This morning, when I was driving to work - in the most beautiful and blessed district in the country - I was again reminded of how I used to tease my brain to imagine the places I am at.

It was more than half a decade ago, when I was weary of my surrounding - workplace, the to and fro congestion (though it was less than half an hour) - I started imagining I was not where I was.

You know how our brain tied up our feelings and emotion to the places we have been,
whereby when you return to the place - you will have the same feeling that it is 'the' place.
Let me simplify that.
Say if you go to Melaka, your feelings will be different than your feelings when you are in Johor. Or Tesco and Giant. Something in you know it is not the same place.

That is the game I play with my brain. 
I tried telling myself I am somewhere else.

Back to more than half a decade ago, desperate of a new surrounding -
I had to condition my brain that I was in one; in occasions.
I remember seeing a couple of leafless bare trees by the side of Federal Highway
and imagining I was somewhere else (with four seasons) and it was autumn.

It didn't stop at leafless trees, you see. It became a routine whenever I see things
and tell my brain I was somewhere else. It made my day.
I was happy with the feelings it entailed. 

Eg. When I'm in Teluk Intan, I'd tell myself I'm in Rembau.
If I was in Mid Valley, I'd tell myself I'm in KLCC. 
See how different it feels.

And then the good things happened, where I have completely forgotten of my own brain game, when things turn into reality and I don't have to keep imagining.

The power of imagination.

This morning, I was not weary of my surrounding.
However, I have became so used to my surrounding that it is hard for me to be grateful for it.
And I started telling myself I am somewhere else.
Manhattan, Stockholm, Mumbai.

And it was beautiful.


p/s: Well, I could have said - Alor Setar, Kluang, Dengkil.
But I'm sure y'all would get the gist, wouldn't you? ;D
  • Tuesday, April 26, 2016