I’ve figured that I’m the type of person who really lives in the moment. Today, me & the production team I’m interning at held our usual monthly get-together. Feasts, laughter, friendships — old or new — and all of the sorts. While all that was happening, seeing everyone so happy and stress-free (for once, haha!) and just getting along in general made me think to myself: if only I could stop time right this second and savor the moment just a bit longer. The happiness, just from seeing everyone enjoying themselves.

Where you can think of nothing but how joyous everything is — where you really forget all the troubles and hardships you had to endure for you to get to this point.

It really made me forget the anxiety I’ve constantly felt while working, how I always feel like everyone is judging and looking down at everything I’m doing. Well, not exactly everyone. Some of the crew take care of us like family, and I couldn’t be more thankful to them. But somehow I feel like the anxiety sometimes overpowers all those happy thoughts. Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.

But yeah, if only I could pause that moment. Let me remember only the good times with everyone, not the times when my thoughts convince me that I’m a piece of poop. Haha.

I’m not naive. I know these good times are gonna end sooner or later. Everyone’s gonna go their different ways and maybe by that time I’ll finally have mine paved clearly. Keyword being maybe.

Change is unavoidable, and maybe one day I’ll hopefully adapt to it.

I'm finally back at home from Penang, and I'm pretty bummed at the fact that I won't be staying there anymore. I've kinda fell in love with all the heritage and architecture and the many festivals there, haha.

Can't believe a year and a half has already passed from the day I moved there. I honestly had so much fun and collected many, many happy memories in Penang. I want to forever cherish all of them, from the late-night light painting session, impromptu fast food runs, birthday surprises to the pasembur mukbangs and Georgetown roams. Great times with good friends.

Even the little things — like the 7-Eleven trips and the constant binge of lokching and blue vanilla bobas (the absolute bomb, I'm telling you) — are things I'll forever look back and get all fluffy about.

It feels really weird, like you're homesick when you're literally right in your own house. It's strange, lol.

Now I can't go walking for hours around Georgetown, enjoy the wind on the ferry trips, or go to amazing museums with my boo for a while now. Bummer.

I'll get over this feeling eventually, but currently I think I'll just be spending my time missing Penang Island. Haha!

I honestly don't remember how to write now so that's why this post is short and probably lacks a lot of content, whoopsie.