Adventures ahead

Others have asked me why did I plan for such a long trip in Taiwan, and I asked myself that too. The other times that I have traveled it was always about going to the tourists spots, snapping a picture of whatever that was famous there, and the whole day is spent that way, as if collecting stickers and then letting them rot in a corner.

The past few weeks have been interesting. I have experienced a different way of eating BBQ and steamboat. I have come to understand how the w orking culture is in the little towns. I have driven a motorbike on the streets and around town. I have experienced a mild typhoon. I have ventured into spots that only locals know. There’s a lot of firsts here. And I plan to let it be that way.

Goodbye KenTing, 再見 墾丁

I woke up to strong winds and good weather yesterday morning. We only had one day of rain in the past 14 days. From blazing hot afternoons to chilling mornings, I savored every moment of it.


I spent my days talking to locals, watching TV, exploring the town, riding around surrounding areas, bathing in the warm sun, absorbing the various smell of delicious food all around town late at night, and feeling the cool breeze on my face early in the morning.


Life moves on a slow pace here. The days start early and end early. Around 4pm, there’s still enough time to stop by the beach and catch a little bit of sun ray.

The life of our receptionist at the backpacker’s hostel is simple. Everyday she guides tourists from all over the world to places that they should see. Everyday she greets and sends off people with a smile. She plans everything that guests would need, food, bus routes, places to find good food, etc.

She has this quiet demeanor, so calm and peaceful and always helpful.

When I asked her about her life, she simply told me, “This is it. I’m comfortable here and I have found my rhythm. There’s no need for me to seek change.”

“It took me a couple of tries to find what I wanted. And every time I changed jobs, I made sure it was something totally different from what I have done but still something I’m passionate about. That’s how I came to realize what I am capable of, and what I like.”


I got drawn into this constant dreamy state. I watched how the time and clouds flew by. I spent afternoons staring at the mountains behind and the open sea in front of us in awe of this island’s beauty.



As cliché as it sounds, I, like many others out there, am searching for my reason to live.


One can say there are so many views to see in this world, so many stories to listen to, so many food to taste, personal records to reach.

But really, in the end we bring none of these to the graves with us.

I used to be ambitious and crazy about success. But I have lost my definition of success. I have seen young adults like me at my age and at their peak. One particular friend tells me he doesn’t know what to do next. A comfy high paying job at an international oil & gas company has left him feeling drained.

I have long came to the conclusion that wealth and monetary gains do not mean much to me in achieving happiness. But I also understand that life needs to go on and we need to play with the rules of society.

Finding that balance is key. And to do that, I need to find some ways to balance my principles with the reality of life.

On the road

While everyone is celebrating our nation’s independence, enjoying fireworks and barbecuing food, I spent the day going from stop to stop.

I thought the most excruciating part would be the bus ride down to Kaohsiung. Luckily there is no time difference between Malaysia and Taiwan, and I was dozing off by the time I got on it.

Roof of TPE

This trip was decided on a whim, and I didn’t research it religiously like how I used to.

I have come to the point in life again, where I need to sit down, recollect my thoughts, and ponder upon my future.

Two years ago, I was given the opportunity to work at my dream company. But due to unpredicted circumstances I had to pack up everything and move home, foregoing what I saw as ‘once in a lifetime chance’.

The change was hard as photojournalism is not prevalent in Malaysia. I knew how to get to where I want when I was in the States. But back home, I lost all connections and do not know where to start from.

I worked on personal projects, I looked for other opportunities but because of my limited experiences in South East Asia, I had a lot of doors closed on me.

I no longer had the spirit I used to have when I touched down on the Malaysian soil. My first reaction was to go somewhere else.

I have always had this thought that going to another unfamiliar place is like reading a book. You set yourself in this world where reality can’t hurt you.

I spent a few weeks in Cambodia enjoying the Angkor temples, sitting at bars eating tropical fruits while watching people rushing home during rush hour.

Then I went home and started working at the biggest broadcast company in KL.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different result. – Albert Einstein

Well then, I have definitely lost my marbles those 12 months. I lost my edge, I lost my curious mind, I lost my sarcasm, I lost who I am originally.

Another stint at a magazine company made me think about what kind of company I want to work for in the future.

I have yet to find the perfect answer, and while I am here, working on personal projects, exploring this country, I hope to find myself again.


So, here I am again, back after another break. I have lost count of the many times that I have to pick myself back up again and again.


Less than 24 hours into the unknown.

🙂 so many things to pack!

The past 365 days and more

I met a lady awhile ago. She told me, ‘if you like writing, then blogging won’t be a task!’

Memories of my high school English class stand out when I think of writing. I was a sad soul back then, writing a lot of sappy stories, but I wrote everyday, churning out story ideas on a whim.

And then, I had to decide what I wanted to do in life. Photographer? Writer? Architect? Interior designer? Industrial designer? There are many things that I want to be, still want to be. But life is as complicated as it is. We believe we have the power to yank it anyway we want, but really, do we?

I still work on telling stories visually, albeit on a slow pace. Things are not easy now that I came back to Malaysia. I have learned a lot about myself and who I have become. There are many things that I still wonder about, but I just need to fully embrace the fact that I need to be patient with life.

And with this blog, I just need to be a little patient as well.

The Shoe-rebuilder (shoe cobbler)


This is Smitty. People call him Smitty, but his real name is Richard. He doesn’t like to be called a shoe-cobbler. In his 80-year-old workshop, he tells me that he rebuilds the shoes. He doesn’t just patch them up and call it good. 

Dusty machines, a glue container with years of dried-up glue on the sides, old-fashioned tickets to mark the shoes, his workshop is amazing. It also has very good lights. 

I paid him a visit after finishing the video about him to show it to him. It really made my day when he told me how much he loves it.

The Summer Internship

For the past few months, I’ve been involved with ‘real life’. I’m currently interning at The Gazette in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Projects have been completed, photos taken, but I have yet to find the time to upload them. 

I’ve decided that I need to be out today after completing my stories. And at some point this week, I’ll be attempting to update whatever I can (photos, projects, links). 

I want to reconnect with stories, more stories. I need to find myself, so help me, would you? 


I’ve been reading a lot lately. It took me two weeks to finish Anathem by Neal Stephenson. I just finished the first book of the Hunger Games trilogy. I am moving on to the second one right now.

Will be updating with book reviews. 



I did some late night light experiments. Since I work part-time in the day, I hardly have time to try anything new, or go out.

I’ve been waiting to hear from some people about possible stories and photoshoots. But it seems like everyone is running from Iowa, escaping the sudden snowfall.