My World

Years ago, I don’t remember how many, I saw this ad: Malaysia, Truly Asia. This promotional video, aside from the catchy line, really caught my attention. And I couldn’t help but think then, that I’d really like to visit here someday. Fortunately, for me, that dream came out to be true. I’m glad to say that Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, actually exceeded my expectations. It’s a beautiful place to be. If you plan a weekend away, take a chance and go to Malaysia.  Selamang Datang! Here is how you can spend a weekend in Kuala Lumpur, in no particular order. The King’s Palace gate Sadly, this is just about as limited as the name get. It is literally the gate of the Palace. You’d think that would make people less interested. No, if anything, people were still taking pictures.  National Monument Now, this is something else. A place of historical importance, this space has been utilized beautifully.  The National Monument is a sculpture that commemora

The only reason I love sleep, more than the reason that, well, it’s sleep, is that it’s like time travelling to breakfast.  Yeah, no kidding. Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Whoever named that meal breakfast, was straightforward. I don’t know who named lunch and dinner, but the breakfast guy? He cut in straight to the point, didn’t he? Because breakfast is literally breaking your 8-10 hours fast. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper, they say. So, you don’t really want to compromise on breakfast now, do you? Now, this is no backlashing, but in many restaurants around town, the most breakfast things they have on the menu are omelet and toast. Yeah, I was disappointed too. There’s this restaurant in Mangal Bazar, where my best friend and I met up early morning. We decided to have breakfast. The restaurant overlooks the courtyard so it’s a beautiful place to talk over a cup of coffee or tea. She and I ordered a cheese omel

    Through Rose Colored Glasses : Part 1 Of course I did not know at the moment that he was lying. Relief flooded in.   “Why?” came the consecutive question. “Just asking” I smiled as I typed. I changed the topic and we went on talking. _____________________________________________ The dreaded day came; the day when his batch passed out. It made a difference. I could no longer see him in the halls or catch him in the canteen and see that gorgeous smile. But I could chat with him and besides I knew him better there. My notebooks were full of scribbles. His and my name: it sounded so good together. The smallest initials would be carved on my palm with my favorite pen. His comments on my pictures, my statuses, his passion, our conversations, even the way he gave me picture courtesy on my brother’s group picture that I would take, just made me swoon. I was over the top. Our conversations did not end with his farewell. If anything, we talked even m