Uncle Lim Kedai Buah

I woke up from today's morning, I know it's gonna be just another day. Like yesterday. Like two days before. I hate routine. I hate to continuously doing the same job; completing to-do lists I've set a night before. I am restricted to what I NEED to do, not what I WANT to do. Going to university at the earliest morning, and then get back to home at the latest night. Yes, that felt productive for several first days, but wait till the routine is to be repeated for some weeks-- and then a month! You can barely recognise me as human anymore. Sometimes, I question this life; as is this what I truly want? Am I progressing? Do I just stuck somewhere I can barely move forward?

But I am jealous, of those who do things they love. Those who have chance to make up something out of their passion. Like this one uncle I met yesterday. It's Uncle Lim. You know somewhere when you can get exact similar blended juice like BOOST for about 5 to 7 ringgit, with variety of fruits to choose from (adding up with no extra charge upon special request); I guess that is just FORTUNE. Uncle Lim does offer that. Located in Dengkil: it's Uncle Lim Kedai Buah. 

It is nothing like ordinary BOOST, no fancy banner hanging around the shop. But wait till you enter the shop and just look around over upper wall of the shop; it just so informative. When I first looked at it; I didn't see that as 'marketing'. It is, in fact, a virtue passion. I saw this person's passion all over the shop. For years Uncle Lim has been doing the business, I bet it has made Uncle Lim the MR Know-it-all-about-everything-he-sells. He knows his things well enough, he can give his customers any combinations of fruit juice that are of course customised accordingly to your taste bud and surprisingly would leave you in awe upon just one sip of the drink. 

All of that, has impressed me. My point is, you don't feel like working if what you do is just what you love. Nothing more satisfying than to look forward to another day, doing what you love; out of your deepest passion. Uncle Lim also told me how he has his very own fruit farm, growing his from-scratch business 'stock inventory'. Stock in, stock out are just freshly right from his farm. It is so satisfying by just listening to Uncle Lim's stories. 

When I finally have my own business somedays (which also to be my dream), I aspire to be like Uncle Lim. To do something he loves, so that he doesn't really feel like working. I mean, of course it is not that simple but I hope somedays I could find my true passion and work from that. As of now, though I barely able to do something I love yet, I still can choose to love whatever I do right?

This, I call struggling-to-be-positive-- perspective.

Upon Jane Eyre

“It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.” 

An Open Book

today's good story starts with my typical anxiety in meeting someone I barely know. but that is just what I have always wanted to do for a long time. now that this is the time thus fuck you anxiety, let me get focused!

'I was about to call you. In 5mins I'm arriving.'

and then, the rest of the story is just a history.



It was all in Auni's plan, when all she wants is just whatever she wants. I thought, this is a mere meeting with just another random guy and gladly, it was. Nothing so spectacular but it was a great day to be written in Auni's journal. Give her a way.

It was the second day of April, it took out somewhere in the town she currently lives at. Since Auni is so good at planning, she has chosen the coffee shop she never went to as the place of meeting. It is crucial somehow, to make a discovery day a real discovery day. That it means, it's not just about Auni discovering a new book to read but the ambiance she was about to go to must also be a new story for her to tell.


All new, all fresh to start a day.

An intellectual companion that could lead intellectual conversation is everything she looks for today, but it doesn't necessarily to be that rigid (though). She has acknowledged that every man comes in a unique different package. Thus, intellectuality should not be the focal point but merely a first impression to look into. And the guy she met today, is believed to have the potential she has been look for.

Today, she felt good because of the courage she took earlier in the morning. She felt good for a go she took earlier in the passed few months. She felt good that she have not (even a day) losing her self value even after her few heartbreaks in life. It's not about who she meets today, nothing close to heart thing anymore. She is free to not be bound with any heart attachment anymore.

All she got is herself, with no other's judgement needed. All she wants to listen and tell is a good story. And she realised a cup of cappuccino somehow could taste spectacularly unusual, differs from the one she had by herself.


All it takes is a good faith, and good perspective that somehow detachment could make her enjoy her story more.


Are you happy?
i am happy.

Night to remember

dear friend, 

I could still remember when I first met you guys (after college days) in the university on the very first day of university registration, we were settling down our accommodation in the office for Cyberjaya.. that soon to be our place for two years. I saw each of you with such tiring soul but somehow feeling excited insides that things were going back to normal. At least to me, that I still got place to continue my study; pursuing whatever that is left in Auni's big dream box. I bet, you guys were as well. 

Throughout these two years we have had joy times, sad moments, had fight somehow, all just like sibling to one another. I believe we are close by now, in this love-hate relationship we have build in these two years time. I wonder what's inside each of your mind, how you value all these precious thing we have. Do you value the same as how I do?

We almost had it, my friend; but we lost it eventually. And that has lead to this almost 4years of journey together back from the college days to this university years (though it's not all sweet and happy episode throughout) still, this bonding we have is nothing mediocre. So here it is to the friend who has been one call away when it comes to the new invented fried chicken in town, to the friend who complains about my best-need-to-explain jokes but still sometimes laugh at it anyway, to them kiasu friends who compliment how padu you are, but ended up they being even more padu, to the friend who sings loud with you in the car coz paying for karaoke is just mainstream and to many more of you that I (still) can't get enough of; thank you for existing in my journey. 

Tonight, this is OUR night. So here is to celebrate what we have along this journey, the ups and downs and the thrill phase of being accounting undergraduates soon. We have about one year left before we settling down for good career ahead. By that time, any of this photos will just be memories to be reminded along the year we age older and wiser. Tonight, all of you look spectacular in the nice attire you wear. The guys look extra charming, and not to forget the girls all look so beautiful and classy as you guys are. All that you wear comes with good heart, and that matter the most. 

Thank you for the memories we shared.

You are the best and I love (read: am annoyed w/) you to bits and pieces.

The Longing

These past few days were hard, dull and tiresome. All the assignments have all been sent, all the tests have all been carried out, and all the carry marks have all been out. It has all coming to an end, and I suppose it just the time to get on the kiasu mode while striving straight to this what 2years are all about. I had the happy moment, the I-want-to-quit moment, the readjustment phase and all that leads to me being me; I wouldn't stop and I believe this life is meant for something.



I believe, that I am borne for something and this life shouldn't come into waste that I live to be nothing. I must be something.