The Flood

Every passing second slices my head open, inch by inch,

my eyes yearns to close, to shut its lids and never to open;

The rhythm of the pain pumps throughout every vessel, every vein,

keeping me alive with the grim promise of turning insane.

At the split second, you crawl back into my head,

bringing the warmth of your smile and the words you said,

As flood after flood, washes me over and turns the tide,

the thoughts of you and the stinging pain overlap instead.


liberate yourself

The world will take bits and pieces of you
Every single passing day and moment                                                                 By the ones you hold dear                                                                                         The beautiful and saddest                                                                                        The happier and worst.

And when the times comes
                                                                                When you have nothing left to give                                                                    Your soul will be liberated from its captivity
                                                    And you shall roam the high heavens
                                                            Where grief and tears                                                                                         cannot be found nor understood.

– Junzies.

The un-lonely pilgrim

Hello WordPress family,

I owe you readers a huge apology for the lengthy uninformed absence and favor in sharing with you the recent swift and drastic happenings occurring in my life.

In case you forgot how I look like now…


Up close and no funny expressions so you can get an accurate view of my outline (´ー`)

As most of you know, June and July were the busy monsoon season for the storm of uni applications and worrisome graduates like me. Preparing tons of documents and churning out essays after essays was a pain in the butt but awaiting results seemed to take forever.

On the fateful day of 30th June, it was revealed that I was an official prospective student of Sungkyunkwan University to be enrolled for the September fall semester.

There are a few rare joys in the world that cannot be contained or described in mere words and the overwhelming flow of emotions incurred by this unexpected occasion falls under that category. A brief description would be a blinding clash of relief, sudden nervous breakdown, unexplainable surge of adrenaline, undefinable happiness among all the other feels.

Sungkyunkwan, thank you for taking me in! I’ll prove my worth in this school somehow ( •̀∀•́ )✧

So fast-forward to the present time,

I’m currently staying in at my oldest uncle’s at a small town in one of the province in Korea called Pohang, just two hour and a half train trip away from Seoul! My grandfather is recuperating quickly from a sudden stroke attack and he is expected to be discharged this Friday! #PTL

My grandparents and I pig out often while relaxing on our hospital bunk beds on sweets and savory snacks I bought at a convenience mart nearby during our daily walks within the hospital perimeter.

This is what dreams are made of.

Meanwhile, this is the ‘ruckus’ that happens in the hospital…



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And occasionally indulge in stocked up sweets and snacks while walking along the corridor and soaking some vitamin D in the non-blistering sunshine (I still love you Singapore..I think).


I usually go back to my uncle’s for a warm a nd welcoming home cooked meal but today I’m having a pleasant solitary lunch at a traditionally simple Korean restaurant with a cozy wooden setting where you yell out your order to the waiter across the room and sit on mats on the well-heated floor.

One simply does not exit the restaurant door hungry when at a Korean restaurant. The auntie will make sure of that.

The best thing about Korean eateries is that you’ll feel right at home, just as if you’re at the dining table in your own house even if you’re alone. Sometimes, the aunties chat you up about your daily life out of the blue and you’ll get comfortable in no time.

But as you might have guessed already, I’ll be living independently at a school dormitory with an unknown roommate. When time slows down, my mind is clogged with fears of unpredictable problems and doubts about my capabilities of maintaining my place in this prestigious school. People say I’ve brought honor to the household but so did the rising expectations.

It’s probably the first time for me to stand in the spotlight so I couldn’t handle the overwhelming pressure initially, thinking it shouldn’t be a big deal and issues like that.

But on the brighter note,

Freedom is the prize I get for the price paid.

( ¤̴̶̷̤́ ‧̫̮ ¤̴̶̷̤̀ )

I get to eat what I want to, go where I want to, do as I wish to and act without any boundaries fencing me in. Solitary life seems really ideal and I’m thankful to get what I wanted after eons of waiting and enduring.

Freedom can be a sugarcoated poison if not managed well but I believe I will gain more than to lose along the journey.

I hope to film more of my favorite things and document my 4 years stay here in this blog.

Please do accompany me on this journey and watch over me as I embark on this new chapter!

꒰ ੭ु・ω ・꒱ ੭ु⁾⁾

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The Europe Escapade: Bonjour! Paris ☆


Bonjour à tous!

The lazy morning in Paris was spent at a pious and quaint breakfast buffet followed by ceaseless yawns and a few dozing sleepyheads. The morning air was exceptionally refreshing and gentle on the skin, as we were distant from the busy hustles of the town and encircled by a kaleidoscope of pastel-tinted cobbled apartments. It was nice to stay at a place void of crowds especially in early wee morning.


The french pancakes are famous for being extra thin, or generally better known as ‘crepes’. The french have upped their home-made pancakes game to a whole new level for better enjoyment. Best way to enjoy this is to spread a generous dollop of nutella on a side and roll it up like a crepe! Breakfast is indeed the happiest meal when in Europe, in my opinion.

Lusciously thick and buttery pound cakes
Pain au Chocolat or better known as “Chocolate croissants” among English-speakers.

I discovered many new novelties during my stay in Europe and one of them is conveniently slicing off a chunky piece of baguette off the table top and chewing them on the go (not forgetting the butter yeah?). And i’m not even a fan of baguette bread in the first place, but why does it taste so good over there?

Now, we can’t spend all day yapping about how good breakfast is when there’s so much others to explore! Time to move on!




Presenting, the one and only…

Arc de triomphe

The famous monument was unbelievably huge in person and holds a meaningful history behind it. The Arc was built in the honor of ‘Grande Armee’ and in remembrance of their victory of war where they conquered the majority of Europe under the lead of Napoleon. Napoleon once proclaimed to his army, “You will return home through archs of triumph”, and thus the birth of the name of the monument.

The crisp morning air, china tourists parading around every corner (they’re everywhere honestly) and the addictive smell of caffeine wafting in the atmosphere.


The view from the shuttle bus.

And of course,

the trip to Paris will never be complete without the visit to the…

Eiffel Tower

I was glad to have met a guide who was wise enough to bring us here in the wee hours of the morning due to the fact that the crowds normally pour in the later time. Even by then, a queue of tourists was snaking till the outsides of the court beneath the tower.

As soon as I exited the bus, my camera clicked away furiously at every possible angle of the tower. The intricate detail of the construction amazed me and the first sight of it blew my mind away. To think this was built in 18th century, I failed to understand and decipher the great minds of the architects, more specifically Alexandre-Gustave Eiffel (the tower’s designer) himself along with the rest, and how they came up with such a brilliant historical figure.

Although its long-standing reputation as the tallest tower in the tower was eclipsed by the Empire State Building, the Eiffel tower could never stop inspiring millions of people in its own way every year and being the Parisian icon representing France itself.


There was a mime drawing attention from a crowd in the distant. They seemed to be filming some broadcast or so!  IMG_3896
Europeans, Americans and Asians basking under the intimidating glory of the tower.
Even the ticket stubs are beautifully designed. It makes the tower look like a dazzling celebrity. Well, it sort of is, just that it isn’t a living one!
The vows and promises of love of millions across the globe locked firmly onto the iron pieces, in the hopes of lasting as strong as the magnificent structure itself.

As usual, I’ll let the photos do the talking for a while!

The landscape of the ever so elegant Paris.
Father and son admiring the view in silence.
This furry little cutie patootie bravely gripping onto the iron bars and looking down the terrifying and breathtaking height.
European school kids listening intently to guided audio tours with gadgets in hand.
Travelers from all across the globe mingling in the crowd.
Little kids taking their turns patiently at looking through the binoculars.
“I’m done here!”

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…I’ve had a gut feeling this woman posed for the photo knowing that I was directing the camera in her way, or maybe that’s just how Parisians roll the classy way.

It was heartening to see people of all ages and races – be it loving couples, school children or ordinary tourists – gathering in an inspiring place that holds a great history.

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Farewell, we’ll meet again!

au revoir




don’t cry, I’m here


under the showers of the autumn rain
I saw you looking up to the sky
under the umbrella by my side
unanswered questions hanging on my mind
when tears sprang from your precious eyes

I held onto the tight fists of your hands
my warmth be the only comfort
in the coldness of this world
and told you it’s too heavy so
leave them all behind and let’s go

I wish I had the right words to say
to make you feel better
tell you we’re gonna be okay
just hang on and we’ll be on the way
to the place we dreamt that day
where sadness fades away
towards the endless yonders of the blue sky
that’s where we shall lay.

– Junzies

writer’s note:
just a short write up dedicated to lonely souls needing a word of encouragement and love. you are not alone.

The Europe Escapade: The London Labyrinth

London Bridge didn’t fall after all, but standing tall and proud majestically in its glory.


The tourist site was located far off the path of the bridge where we captured a good view of the grandiose landmark. Being able to mingle in the hustle and bustle of working Londoners rigged out in their handsome, black attires was truly a golden experience. I too was awed by the architecture near the bridge! The stunning city landscape conjoined with the historical bridge seemingly signified the harmonious co-existence of the past, present and future.

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Londoners of all ages were seen either relaxing by the water fountain, strolling by or catching up on their lunch nearby while relishing the light-hearted atmosphere.



Never thought that I would encounter a vintage ice cream van in London. As ordinary as it seems, it was rather intriguing to see it live after merely seeing it from a children’s picture book since young.

And here stands the monumental British Museum.



I wouldn’t want to bore you with lectures of the historical artifacts so I shall let my photo do the talking for now, with occasional interjections.


Supposedly, there is a real corpse of a cat inside the mummified figure that was ‘buried alive’ with its master. It wasn’t exactly pleasant knowing that fact (o_o) imagine the horrifying fate that poor cat faced in those ancient times.

I was very amused by these passing Americans and their antics. I was charmed when they thanked me with their shimmery smirk and a gentle tap on the shoulder.

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There were quite a number of budding and experienced artists studying and imitating the intricate statues on their sketchbooks. Some were even painting them out on large canvases, not at all bothered by by-standing crowds of tourist! It is a wonder how they are able to work neatly with wet paint without splattering any stains on the artifacts by accident. I was pretty much inspired by freedom of expression in the arts scene at Europe although I’m not that into arts myself (if you exclude literary writing that is).


For the greek mythology nerds out there.

The carvings on the rows of stone canvases bricked up on the walls illustrates the bloody greek history of wars. Most of them were people getting torn apart by animals and stabbed by spears. Pretty much game-of-thrones, don’t you think?


After conquering the unceasing maze in the museum, I chanced upon this adorable grey graffiti van selling tidbits and simple refreshments. Little things like this are what makes London seem hugely interesting. I found it hard to get sick and tired of sightseeing in London. There was simply so much to see and experience!


It wasn’t Kings Cross station – a great pity it was – but we boarded a train at Eurostar that was right next to Kings Cross, which is the wall built of red bricks against the large golden clock in the photos. The station was literally packed like a can of sardines but I didn’t mind doing some people-watching while waiting for the arrival of the train.

I have to give it to my brother, he had the guts to play his favorite classic tune – Für Elise by Beethoven – right after the guy below performed an unknown complicated score in public, and to think he was some random businessman tinkering with the piano for fun’s sake.



Onto Paris! ☆


Those questions come back to haunt inside her head as the sun disappears and darkness sets in. Clawing her porcelain-ashen skin nor screaming at her loudest have done the trick but allowing them to swirl in the murky depths eased the insane throbs in her mind. Monster beneath the bed is just a figment of a fear but far more fearful than the real thing itself. Desperately foraging for anyone or anything to hang onto, she unknowingly throws her faith into the void and makes the greatest mistake of turning her back on them. Ignorance becomes her best friend but soon morphs into her greatest foe. The tranquil evening, once her safe haven, is now the time of the day she dreads, as the lonesome lil’ flower wilts to the nippy hard ground with bits of soul sapped out every ticking second.

She flutters her eyes open when the morning shine seeps into the creaks of her curtain. The numbing cream instinctively shoots into her veins, chases after her dormant blood and she rises from her rest once more.