Category: Other Stories
I’m not a food critic – it’s an art where I prefer eating rather than writing – but this is one restaurant I must tell you about: Aposto KL.
Tucked away in a quiet corner in Taman Tun Dr Ismail, Aposto is KL’s latest modern Italian restaurant. This trendy, up-and-coming food haunt serves classic Italian recipes with a delectable twist, as Chef Patron Chu Wei Sin’s re-imagines Italian staples, sprinkling influences from his affair with fine-dining, Japanese and Western culinary experience, and touches of his Malaysian upbringing.
I was dreading this Chinese New Year. I didn’t want it to arrive.
Chinese New Year was my favourite time of the year. I loved the family gatherings, dramatic Blackjack games with my cousins, and feeling nauseous from overeating Kong Kong’s secret bak kwa stash. But my most cherished part of CNY was the second day, when I visit mum’s side of the family.
What’s more intimidating than giving a speech?
Sharing a stage with some seriously amazing women travelers, the kind who’ve scaled the highest mountains, biked solo across the globe or still travelling at age 75! Wish me luck guys, because I’ll be speaking at ZafigoX 2018!
Watch my ZafigoX talk, ‘Millennial Travelling: Not Doing It For The ‘Gram‘ on YouTube here.
I am still in shock. This past week had been surreal. I have finally achieved one of my biggest dreams for this little passion project – to be able to call MeiMeiChu.com an award-winning travel blog!
Death doesn’t visit often, but this time he sneaked up on us on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
It was a surprise visit that was due but came too soon.
What kind of friends do I make when I travel solo?
Good ones. Real ones. Beautiful ones.
“Can I take a photo with you?”
Her bright, young eyes, full of enthusiasm and wonder, looked into my jaded ones. I remember having eyes filled with sunshine like hers. Now they’re just tired and disenchanted; tired of travelling and disenchanted at the phlegm-spitting, queue-cutting, rude, and conflicting country that I am finally leaving.
When I was a young girl, I’d catch moments of mom getting lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes while she drank her coffee or methodically ate her dinner, her eyebrows would scrunch up to form a little hill between her eyes. I could see the gears turning in her head; she drifts off into the distance.
Throw your insecurities out the window. It is not weird to go to a gig, or a concert, or a music festival alone.
Can you believe that after seven months since my return to you, people are still asking me why I came back? Just last week at breakfast an auntie asked me “Why don’t you continue working there? Malaysia economy and politic is so bad now, stay in New Zealand better.”