Things I want to be in an eternal relationship with (and etc,):

1. Books
2. Scented Candles.
3. Nail Polish
4. Cameras
5. Classic Watches.
6. Stationery (if only i could further 'plural-ise this)
7. Fleece fabric
8. Moisturisers
9. Kampong
10. Chocolates

So I escaped the city life and the constant supervision from close family members, and went to the rural side of my life to visit my Grandma in Malaysia over the long CNY break. My Grandpa left this bizzare world for a better place before I was even born, but listening to all his stories my Mom, Aunts and Grandma told me about him brings me a pitch closer to him every single time, even though the stories have been repeating through the different mouths. They would all say that if he was still alive, he would bring me along for bicycle rides and tell me even more stories, he might even teach me some martial arts, who knows? I like chilling at the front porch of the home, where his photo hangs above, as if watching all of us with his eagle eye, and on days where there are no visitors, I will just stare at his picture for a really long time and then fall asleep. Sometimes, I can't help but think that maybe things wouldn't be so bad in the family if he was still around because oppression is sometimes the way to fight the bad. But on the other hand, it's all these family issues that make me feel that I'm actually living a life, and not simply just surviving these years redundantly.

I hereby name this constant phase of my life, the kampong withdrawal symptoms and I'm actually looking forward to all these depressive feelings. Because at times, you need to feel the bad in order to understand the beauty of the good.