A tad bit.. lost?

And she's back with another post! 

I'm typing this out as I ponder on all the things that I would have written over the years if I was actually bothered to jot down the things that have been running and playing in my head or at least blog about it.. I would have a lovely journal! Which I don't, ha-ha. 

It has been exactly 2 weeks since I resigned from my post of Assistant Architect. I don't really know how to feel about it. I am happy that I no longer have to wake up in the early AMs just to be stuck in an hour jam to work. Instead, I'm able to wake up in my comfy bed a little bit late until my conscience tells me to get up and start my day. Which is bad since my conscience enjoy late mornings. I am also trying to keep myself busy by doing the usual house chores and designing my parents' future house.. while browsing for accommodations to rent, skimming through books and journals on future thesis topics. I haven't got that figured out, yet. To be honest, I'm a bit lost. Lost on trying to figure out how I'll be coping the next 2 years, in a new place with new faces. Lost on the things I should be packing for and the things I should and should not be bringing. Lost on the littlest things that I shouldn't be worrying about since everything is actually well figured out already. Or maybe it is just my conscience once again that is afraid of the slight (major!) changes in life that is ahead of me.

I'm pretty sure I'll be okay. 

Not Another Try.

Hi again! 

I have decided to finally.... (insert drum rolls) try to rejuvenate my love for blogging again. I have been endlessly saying that for the past years without a fail. But you know, some mantras just don't work the way you planned it to be. Since it's obviously without any efforts... right in the face there, mate.

I was kind of triggered during an interview for a Masters programme in University of Malaya recently. The interviewer mentioned on how I talk a lot (definitely true), unsure if that was a compliment or not.. then she asked if I write too? I muted for a few seconds, knowing the last few passages I've probably written was a long ass Instagram caption or that heritage report I wrote during degree which was exactly a year ago. I confidently answered, 'I don't have any thesis or any published articles. But, I blog!' I was gobsmacked by the words that came out from my own mouth. I mean, how can you just say 'I blog' during an interview for a Masters programme.. Is that even considered as something that's acceptable in the world of academia. However, she was absolutely amused and started asking questions on my blog, what I blog about and when was the last time I blogged etc, etc. And I surprisingly got the offer!

So, that was when I was like okay.. my blog posts are actually something relevant to the real world. It was once a medium to let me 'spill' my thoughts and feelings. Hence, the title 'Her Spills' on my header. But I realised it's not only that, it was a part of my childhood and memories that I wanted to share, which I want to bring to life again. 

I guess, I'm back!