ZEN Bitchin'

Dispatches from a foreign country

Category: the grind

Bizaare love triangle

When it came finally, I felt one step closer to my long-delayed plans of going back to school and get some post-graduate degree that will hopefully free me from the professional rut that I felt I was stuck in. I had doubts, even if most of my friends and family didn’t. To allay my fears, [...]

Some kind of wonderful

In past dinners at the house, V and I had been including pesto in the menu. Sometimes we serve it with pasta, sometimes we spread it on sliced baguette as a base for bruschetta, or sometimes as dressing in salads. Said pesto has always been received warmly by my friends. Some even ask for some [...]

Turning Japanese

Turning Japanese – Sprung Monkey
On Sunday I woke up at around 9AM. The flat was silent, as Danika has left for work. After a breakfast of Milo and peanut butter sandwich, I went out. It was looking to be another sunny day, as opposed to the almost daily dose of rain in Kuala Lumpur. And [...]

If love is blind

If Love Is Blind – Tiffany
I went to India a couple of weeks ago to join a training for trainers on sexuality and development issues. We were billeted in a condominium-type hotel that consisted of 2-bedroom flats, so between 2-4 people shared one flat, which had its own living and dining rooms and kitchen. We [...]

Centerfold

Centerfold – J. Geils Band
More than a year ago I was able to live–albeit briefly, my dream of working in a magazine. I served as Editor of Square, a magazine for young people. I chronicled that marvelous experience here and here. After that, I spent last year doing what I usually did, in terms of [...]