Tuesday, 24 March 2026

Dear Karen, It's Your 32nd Birthday!

 


[Imagine if I'm 80 years old, looking back on my life now...]

Dear Karen, it's your 32nd birthday this month! Your birthday falls on 3.21.2026,
You're still young, you still have energy, 
you're still healthy, you're surrounded by family and friends
who celebrate your birthday with you. 

You have a car to drive around, 
You have a home, your own room.
You have a dog called Cotty. 
You have a lot of time to do your hobbies, 
meet up with friends. 

You hate yourself sometimes for not being able to "get life"
as an adult, because now you've got responsibilities you've never had. 

You clean your own room, do your own laundry, 
you pick up after yourself now. 
You don't have a housekeeper anymore, 
You don't have family in the background watching TV. 

Your Dad is no longer alive, 
as your safety net, constant companion, provider, protector, mentor, father. 
You're still single, unmarried, no kids. 
You tell yourself it's better than being married to the wrong person,
And that you can take this time to learn to be happy alone anyway. 
Deep down, you still wish to be a mom and have a family of your own. 


You still can't get over the fact that Dad has died. 
It has been two years, in about 6 days. 

He died on 30 March 2024. 
It was the day you felt that you lost everything.
Your world came crashing down, 
The foundation that you were built in shattered. 
And you can no longer be the same again. 

The void you feel is still there.

You wished he passed away on April instead, 
so you don't have to be reminded of his death on your birthday month. 
He tried hard to hang on for your birthday. 

He kept saying this is the fate he needs to accept.
He felt death coming. He dreamt about his father coming to see him. 
He limped to the bakery to get you your favourite cake. 
A burnt cheesecake. 

On birthdays, he's the one you'll celebrate with on your actual birthdate.
It doesn't matter which day it was, rain or shine, sick or death nearing-
he would have your favourite cake ready. 

He knows what you like.
He cares about what you like. 

You watched a new movie called "Project Hail Mary".
A smart scientist, taken against his will on a suicide mission.
He wakes up from an induced coma, to find two of his other colleagues
on the space ship, dead. 

He finds a friend in an extra-terrestrial being called Rocky. 
Their bond reminds you of your pet, Cotty. 

And the loneliness of space- how your loved ones 
are in a different dimension and you can no longer reach,
the space you cannot cross... it reminds you of the separation
between you and your Dad. 

It is final. The distance is huge. He drifts further from you as time goes on. 
Maybe you had to push him away a little so that you can survive 
with less of the grieve. 

You feel less than you did before. 
A little less alive, a little less energy. 
You feel more afraid of being in this world. 

You complain about how tough life is, 
but you do get up everyday to try to make the best of it. 
I hope that you continue to carry on, 
because who knows, of what good things may lie in store for the future?

After all, life is a privileged journey.
If you have the chance to experience it, try your best. 
Everyone's days are numbered.... 

You visit a nursing home for the elderly to visit your loved one.
You see then, how short life is. 

When you were younger, in your twenties, 
before you turned 28, before you knew Dad had cancer-
you felt invincible.

A life filled with possibilities and potential. 
Your dreams, charged with legacy and the surety of your Dad's capability 
to provide resources. 

You spoke louder, you lived more unapologetically, 
you lived bigger, louder, brighter, bolder. 
You took risks for yourself instead of 
looking what everyone else wants you to do. 

It's been so tough surviving the past two years, hasn't it?
I wish that I can give you a warm and long hug, 
to tell you that you are stronger than you ever know.

You know, 
You tried to imagine how bad Dad's death could be when he was actively dying-
having anticipatory grief. 
Even then, the depths of pain of him actually dying,
could not be imagined well enough.

You could read about it, you could watch it in movies.
But you can never understand true grief until it really happens.

It cuts to the bone, takes you like a whirlwind and a tornado, 
spits you out with no mercy, then crashes down on you like a tsunami, 
then strikes you everytime you get up, rains on you after a few sunny days. 

But here's the thing. 

The pain of grief was worse than you ever imagined, 
But your strength and will to live is more powerful than you every imagined.

You are stronger, than you ever imagined. 
The emotional pain that you go through. 
The shit you had to eat, the reality you have to face, 
the problems you have to deal, the mess you have to clean up.
It's lonely. But you keep going. 

You still have hope. 
You still find a lot of things to be grateful for. 
You're still privileged. 


"A drag path" plays in the background,
a candle softly dancing in the background (Pumpkin Pecan Waffles).
Your dog is freshly showered, he loves you a lot.
You packed your outfit for tomorrow. 
You wrote your to-do list and schedule for tomorrow. 

You get to host a run tomorrow, see your friends, see your loved ones. 
You have food in the fridge, fruits and fish you bought from the supermarket.
You have books to read, journal to read in, 
a piano to play, a stove to cook on, a laundry rack to hang fresh clothes.
A bike to ride under the warm sun, shoes to carry you comfortably across miles and miles.
You can run a full marathon tomorrow if you need to, your body is healthy! 
It would hurt after, but you're capable of it. 

You watch videos of people doing Ironman, 
people doing Moab 240, people recovering from poverty, 
people surviving from abuse. You are looking for inspiration. 

Maybe, this time is for you to build a life for yourself. 
Everything is your responsibility now. 
And Dad laid a really strong foundation. 

He would love for you to take care of yourself 
and love yourself. 

He spent so much energy, effort, intention, sacrifice, hardwork, 
perseverance, grit, strength- he gave his all to bring you up. 
He kept asking you to further your studies. 
He gave you money to start a business. 
He believed in all your silly dreams and hobbies.

He bought you a piano. Brought you to your piano exams. 
Attended all your graduations. Brought the whole family to UK
for your graduation. 

Gave you lots of blessings. Fed you everyday. 
Made sure you had good food to eat three times a day. 
Fetched you to school. Bought you food for breakfast on weekends. 
Bought you your car, your dog, your room. 
Gave you money to use on your hobbies. 
Brought you to travel, gave you money for your own travels-
even when he thought the places you go were dangerous. 

Maybe you can't grieve all the time, 
or cry all the tears that you need to cry. 
But it's okay, Karen. 

You don't have to figure everything out now. 
He was here for you for 30 years. 
You've lost him for 2 years. 

You're trying earnestly, I know. 
And that's more than enough. 

Thank you for trying.

On days you felt lonely. 
Days you felt like giving up.
Days you felt depressed and no energy.
Days you felt like everyone you wanted to stay has left. 
Days when you felt like people don't care. 
Days when you don't see the point for yourself. 

And then you keep going on.
And you realise you're stronger than you imagined.
You learned something new, you have a new piece of hope-
from encounters, from movies, from books, from journaling,
from walking. 

Some days you keep going, and you feel so happy at the end of the day. 
Knowing you've done your best, you've created good new memories. 
You've tried your best to right your wrongs or try to overcome hurdles. 

Some days you keep going, and you realise that people
do care about you and love you.
You get handwritten notes, souvenirs, gifts, people asking to spend time with you.
And that means the world to you. 



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You got to dress up and go for a nice dinner for your birthday. 


Your friends surprised you with cake!



And another cake! With your beloved friends!



Birthday dinner at Park Lounge KL. 


The view from Park Hyatt, Merdeka 118.


Mille Feuille Pastry from Park Lounge !


A tasty Japanese dinner from Uroko. 
You love Tendon because it feels like eating chips.


You also got to treat yourself with some new clothes 
(call it belated CNY shopping!), a pair of pink Cyber Dyno Oakleys, 
a pair of Asics Trabuco 4 for hiking (it was 20% off for birthday month!).


You still celebrate with the same bunch since 2022, it's been 4 years. 


You've got a lot of family and relatives, 
because both your grandparents birthed a lot of kids.
Lucky you, because did you know some people can have 
no relatives...... (only child parents and only child kid). 


Shopping still makes you happy



As does Japanese food and pink items. 
Because in your childhood and in your family, 
if it was pink, the family knew it was yours. 
So it became your safe colour. 


You really like Tendon recently. 
This is from Konnichiwa.


You love walks, it feels relaxing and you love the sun,
and the way the trees and leaves look bright green
because of the sun highlighting them.



You still love to dress up and take pictures. 


You kinda don't understand how you used to walk for hours
in four to five inch heels. 

You had high tolerance for discomfort in the name of style back then!





The grass is green!


You still have a lot of hair.
You got your first pull up unassisted the other day.
But you haven't been able to do it again yet, hahha.


You rely on the iPad a lot for background noise. 
Because... growing up, there was always your family watching TV
in the living room. 

You're not used to being alone, and that's okay!



Your dog Cotty is so cute. 
Sometimes you feel sad that he will die too, one day. 
So you forgive him more when he pees at the wrong place.
And try to hug him tighter.
You're not so naive about death anymore, unfortunately.


But you still smile and try, and that makes all the difference!


You went for track in a pretty stadium called Stadium Merdeka,
with your friends.


Your room full of books.
You have everything you need to do well in life. 




You get to be a part of a running community, and it's been so fun.
To show up for runs and see your friend, to run a run club.






You get to hike, you know how to use the map on your watch to navigate the trails.




















Keep going, okay? 
Promise me you'll try your best.

I'll see you at the finish line.

Just as how you try your best to get through every marathon.
I know you'll try your best in this journey called life, too. 




Monday, 9 March 2026

February and March 2026 - KLCF, PHB Saujana, Pavilion



Hello! 

Photo above from RR's camera. It's a Samsung F111 Film Camera
on Kodak Gold 200 35mm film.

Recently, I found this place called "Saujana Film Labs" recommended by a friend. 
It's about RM18 to develop and scan one roll of 35mm film, 
and best of all they only take 2 hours to process it! 
It's in Berjaya Times Square, albeit the Saujana in its name 
(I was thinking of PHB Saujana). 

I think henceforth I should address my friends with just initials for privacy purposes
and for any friends who wouldn't like to be posted here just holler at me. 
Because... because when I was blogging last time, 
digital footprint was not such a big thing, but times have changed. 

I don't know why but putting pictures on blog
feels more serious compared with Instagram. 
Hahhahaa. Probably because less people blog, and blogging has a longer backstory.



I've been going to KLCF more often. 
The streets are much quieter, because it's Bulan Puasa (most Muslims are fasting). 






VT came to visit, and I almost got a heat stroke after 
walking around KL from 7AM till 12PM. T.T

Okay to be fair I was in a restaurant and cafe for like 2 hours of it, but it was still so hot!
I wish I took my umbrella with me. 

We walked from Dataran DBKL to Pasar Seni.








DO YOU SEE HOW HOT IT WAS 



Also! I joined Run For A Reason under Hopis Malaysia...

It would mean a lot if you guys would like to donate! 
The minimum amount is RM30, and 100% of the proceeds
goes directly to Hospis Malaysia, they offer palliative care (end of life). 


Thank you in advance if you'd like to donate! 
If you don't, that's okay too hahahah thank you for your time.

For running, it's always been Daddy who inspired me to run.
So I'm grateful to run in remembrance of him.

He passed away on 30 March 2024. It's almost two years now. 
Time flies... the first 3-6 months were filled with denial, rage, adrenaline, terror. 
For the first year, I cried just about everyday. 
Now the grief is more manageable, and I'm trying to find more peace in life...
But maybe it's more realistic to build more gratefulness and perseverance.

Because... because life is an experience. 
Life is not easy. Everyone, everyone has their own struggles. 
You, me, him, her. 

Life is short, life is fragile. 
People die, people get sick, people break up, divorce, cheat, move away. 
You lose people. All the time. 

Seasons change, things change, circumstances change.
Sometimes, in a new season with a new cast, new plot, new location. 


And I'm really grateful...
To be able to live my life being his daughter. 

He perfected his life from beginning until the end. 
My Dad was not perfect, and he came from very difficult beginnings. 
Very poor, humble beginnings. But he always knew the value of family, 
and the meaning of hardwork. 

He always, always showed up for his own life and his loved ones. 
Through pain, through obstacles, through shortcomings, through difficulties. 
He always found a way. 

To persevere. To show up. To face what's in front of him. 

When I was grieving, the pain was a lot. 
So running helped me. With the community. With the structure. 
With the constant act of showing up. 
With the constant act of discipline and facing my own pain. 

I'm not a fast runner, or a good runner (yet).
But I've found my own community, I've found my joy in moving my body. 
I've found hope, I've found health and strength in my body. 
I've found goals to work for. I've found remembrance of my Dad. 
I've found ways to express myself...

So I would call that a win. 
Thank you Daddy. For the hope and strength that lives on in me. 

There were many days I've felt too tired to go on in life.
Like I could not give two shits anymore. 

Like life was too hard (now) because I was too privileged (when Dad was around), 
but then I would feel ashamed that I still feel that life is not enough, 
eventhough I was privileged and I'm still privileged. 
So I kept feeling that I'm not good enough.
I kept feeling angry at the world for taking my Dad away from me. 

Unfortunately, nothing I did could ever replace the loss and void that Dad left me, 
the day he died. 

I think about how short and precious life is. 
If at 20 years old, I knew I only had 10 more years with my Dad-
I would probably live life in fear. I would not have gone to UK to study,
I would not have backpacked to South America, I would not do a lot of things. 
So perhaps, it's better that life works in the mystic ways that it does. 

And keep trusting that everything happens for a greater good, 
and you build strength along the edges of difficulties, 
and it's not the end until you're dead,
and when you're dead nothing matters anyway. 
Life is, in fact, an experience. 

A grand one, a sorrowful one, a meaningful one, an exciting one. 




And when I was 20 years old, 
I remember my Dad driving me back from KL- just one of our usual Sunday routine:
going to KLCC for shopping, Chinoz for afternoon tea, chinese takeaway for dinner. 
I had this passing thought- that one of my biggest fears was losing my Dad. 
I just had a premonition of it happening. 

And the other day when I was driving, at 32 years old, 
taking the same road, now without my Dad, now with changed buildings:
I remember again what I've imagined when I was younger. 

I cannot change, I cannot control, I can only accept that 
the fact is, I only have Daddy for 30 years of my life. 
30 extremely good ones. 

He shaped me, he was there for me, every step of the way. 


And to all the young people who've lost their Dad, or Mom, or sibling,
or yourself, or your baby- I don't know. 

But young grief is a thing. Most people lose their parents in their 50s. 
Not 10s, not 20s, not 30s. 50s. 

By 25, only 3-5% have lost a parent. 
By age 30, only around 1 in 7 people have lost a parent. 

So, yes, I felt extremely angry that I have been robbed of my Dad.
That my Dad can't see me walk down the aisle or play with my kids if I get married.
That I can't go shopping with him on Sundays anymore. 
We used to go shopping in KL every Sunday together. 
Probably when I was 12 years old, until 30 years old.
Before 12, kind of the same too but more like dimsum lunch. 

Can you imagine how strong that routine is? It has become tradition.
And I love that about my Dad- that he always does the same things, different day.
Structure, routine, habit, stability, peace.


Anyway I'm very happy that I get to talk about my Dad here, 
because I miss him very much.

Sometimes I wake up feeling pissed and tired and I don't really know why,
until I talk or think about my Father and tears come out and I realise,
grief is the fella I have been carrying heavily in the background. 



But I know that I'm so lucky to be alive, still.
I see people who are less fortunate than me, and they have a better mindset still.
They're people out there who are young like me,
but they've lost their legs, they're paralyzed, they need dialysis-
and yet they still face life with tremendous courage and hope.



So I love to document life

Because when I live a few more days, few more months, few more years-
I look back and see what I didn't see:
that I was blessed, I was surrounded by loved ones, 
that I'm beautiful, that life is worth living.



And I love to dress up and celebrate life, 
and feeling nice about myself because I put effort to pour care into myself.

Because my body will keep changing, 
I'll keep getting older. I cannot stop time, I cannot stop ageing.
It's just the privilege of getting older and living more life and having 
more experiences. 

And I know there's times I don't feel good about my body.
Times when I don't feel pretty or life is worth celebrating. 
So I love to share it when I have the energy. 
To remember the happy moments, to MAKE happy moments. 
To have precious memories to look back on. 
To create precious memories. 
You get what you give...





And my dog? Someday he'll be gone too.
Just like Cabbie, Just like Chuckie. 
MY TWO DEAD DOGS.



I still love red nails and black strappy heels, like I did in 2019.






I miss wearing boots like I did in UK winter. 


I still love to read like I did when I was 10 years old, 
spending all my weekly allowances at Kinokuniya. 








Always love a good sunset picture. 
I'm so grateful for friends who take great pictures.



A closet full of clothes, a book shelf full of books I want to read



Kisses with my dog Cotty




A healthy body, fun things to do, friends to call. 
Indeed I am more blessed than I care to appreciate...

Ok that's all

I hope you feel blessed too
xoxo, Bubu.