Hai Ipoh! Hari ini saya di Hari UNESCO Malaysia 2018 sebagai salah seorang panelis yang membincangkan peranan seni dalam pendidikan, bersama wanita hebat Low Ngai Yuen dan kakak otai Jennifer Thompson, serta dipengerusikan oleh Zim Ahmadi. Terima kasih, Kakiseni! Jumpa di pentas utama jam 5.15 petang, ok? _ Good morning, Ipoh! I will be at Hari UNESCO Malaysia 2018 today as one of the speakers for a dialogue on the role of arts in education, moderated by Zim Ahmadi of Daily S
I drove alone to Ipoh last night. Three hours. Another weekend work trip. My life has been extremely heavy this year: Lots of serious changes and impactful transition and emotional baggage - personal wise. Lots of gigs and travelling and crazy schedule - career wise. With fatigue, I don't always think straight. I just keep swimming and swimming that whenever I breakdown, I fail to understand where is this moment of weakness coming from, 'cause I have been keeping myself consi
The memories. The life. Part of me will never move on from the years that I was hosting this humble bed & breakfast, the years when I was a lonesome Ipoh girl. I am lonesome too now. I will always be lonesome no matter where I am. It's just me. It's either all writers are lonesome people or all lonesome people are writers, I'm not sure. But I do know that Rumah Ipoh is still up and operating today thanks to my saviour Kullest Fafa who volunteered to take over this tiny little
Ikhlas, bonda ada seribu satu doa untuk Ikhlas yang bonda tadahkan pada Tuhan. Bukan sekadar hari jadi, tapi hari-hari. Tiap hari bonda tadah tangan, tiap malam bonda tiupkan pada ubun-ubun Ikhlas. Bonda tak pernah cukup, tak pernah sempurna solat, tapi nama Ikhlas belum pernah tercicir daripada sujud-sujud bonda. Bonda tak ada rumah mewah nak dikasi, tak ada kereta mahal nak dibagi, tapi bonda ada doa yang insyaallah terus ke Tuhan tanpa hijab, dan bonda janji akan cuba seha
Selamat tengahari, Singapura! I arrived yesterday from KL and had so much fun jalan-jalan the whole day even though I was super sleepy and super tired. Note: Didn't sleep AT ALL the day before my flight.
After checking in 7 Wonders Capsule Hostel, my 'tourist guides' brought me to Yizun Noodle at Sam Leong Road where I tasted the best Lanzhou lamian oh my lord. The beef black pepper was the bomb. Then we went to the Gillman Barracks at Lock Road for the Singapore Internatio
On my way to Singapore with a big surprise: My latest baby. The Art or Letting Go(d). A collection of memoirs and a pinch of stories. All written in English Language. By yours truly. I am bringing 20 fresh copies of this with me along with Hujan Bakawali di Rumah Tuhan and IKHLAS Illustrated.
My parents are everything I am not. I didn't inherit my mother's patience and perseverance the way I didn't inherit my father's iman and ilmu. My parents aren't perfect; they make mistakes like all humans do. But while they're imperfect, the word imperfect itself sounds too perfect for me. Because I am even much further away from imperfection. Sometimes I secretly feel sorry for my parents for having me as a child. I have many failures in life and not much left to be proud of
Reset. Starting over is never ever easy. Almost a year now and it's still so far from easy. Not supposed to be easy, to begin with. Dan kebetulan, sejak belakangan ini, undangan berpentas yang saya terima kebanyakannya memerlukan saya bermain gitar secara solo. Maka dari segi karier, saya terasa seperti bermula semula juga. Buka balik kitab. Belajar balik macam mana nak guna tuner, pickup, dan lain-lain. Potong kuku. Lap badan gitar yang dah berhabuk. Aneh, saya hampir lupa a