Hey all! I promised myself I couldn’t let February go by without a blog post, so I’m happy to finally have time after all the madness these past couple of months. Some brief updates: Visited Chiang Mai, Bangkok, Kuching AND Jakarta .
We’ve all heard the stereotypes about studying medicine: medical school is hectic, students staying overnight with cadavers and instead of blood; coffee runs through our veins. From the perspective of someone who has been there and done that .
This morning, I was inspired by a video showing natural indigo dye makers in Japan. I didn’t even know that the colour came from a single plant! Or that fabrics dyed with real indigo was used as an under armour for the samurai because of its .
Friends of mine might have already known of Kalthom Hijab for a while, but I’ve never written the story behind it on a public platform. For the past week, it’s become my family’s post-dinner routine to continue working for an .
I’m excited to share some information about Wae Rebo with you! When it was confirmed that we were going to Flores, I put this traditional village on top of the list of places that we were going to go. Heads up, this is going to be a .
This is a highly requested topic and I’m sorry I’ve been putting it off. I should have written about the Flores itinerary before the Pantai Paris Homestay entry. Anyway, I hope you’ll get a better overview of how our journey went. .
Hi all! I finally got around to writing about my travels, as promised in my previous post! A disclaimer though: this is not going to be a review of describing the room or the beds at Pantai Paris Homestay (they’re great, btw) but rather, .
Working a full-time job, writing a research article, juggling a small business while trying to enjoy my precious holidays – it’s obvious that I want to squeeze out the most from every experience. While I doubt that this is the right way .
Being on a too-long break, I’ve stopped paying attention to the date or what day it is. The distant sound of azan and the daily routine of the rest of my family members would roughly tell me the time, but apart from that – no watch sits .
Flashback to five years ago. Usually, re-reading this poem would mean allowing myself to bask in melancholy. Not today. Today, I let a little bit of light in my dark corner, knowing that every win is worth celebrating. I know enough to know .