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A Minute in Malaysia

A Minute in Malaysia

So a few weeks after destroying myself with Big Changs and building myself up again with Bloody Mary’s in Krabi, Thailand, I went over to Malaysia for a bit on official visa business (I’ve always wanted to say ‘official ____ business’, pardon me). I went on a 12 hour solo minivan trip to pretty Penang and spent 48 hours there. Forty-eight hours isn’t a lot of time to fully explore and get to know a country but it’s enough time to get the taste of a town and let it make you fall in love with it so you want to come back and stay longer. This is what happened to me in Penang.

Travel in Malaysia

On day 1: I arrived in the morning and didn’t waste time messing around with complimentary hotel breakfasts (I’m vegetarian so its usually bland AF  for me), I showered and pretty much bolted out of my hotel to the first and nearest hippie sign I could find; this is always what I look forward to when travelling, I only ever really want to meet the chillest people in a country I’m in. And then I found Why Not Bar and my day was off to a good start, with a good breakfast served with a nice adult drink. After that, it was good chilled vibes for the rest of the day as I met with one of the XploreAsia gals, Kat and we went off to explore the Art district in Georgetown by foot (you can bike but like, why?). We walked – and got lost – for hours taking in so many different forms of art and taking a few snaps here and there when we’re done marveling*.

Art in Penang Malaysia

We headed to Little India – which literally I swear for 4 or 5 whole blocks I thought I was India – and grabbed a truly life-changing authentic Indian meal and I think I cried while eating because Indian is my 2nd favourite cuisine and I would risk it all for paneer tikka masala. We ended the evening (the following morning?) on the bar street not too far from my hotel and made a jol of it all at the Raggae bar where I met a fellow South African, Kyle and a really cool Indonesian lass, Feeky. Penang’s nightlife was just as laid back and eccentric and engaging as its day-life. Fun was had, yo.

Art in Georgetown Malaysia

On day 2: I did exactly what I did on Day 1 and it was still awesome. Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia I thank you and I’ll be back! 🙂

*This is not a travel blog so details are as sparse as your unwilling Movember attempt at a moustache?


Never Marry an Artist

Never Marry an Artist
Never Marry An Artist
Don’t marry an artist. Ever.
If your heart is not one for adventure, if your mind is confined to the restrictions of reality_Then please, I beg of you, do not marry an artist.
Your mind will be doused in vibrant liquids, your eyes will be opened to new things. You’ll see your life in technicolor. Shades of gray will no longer restrain you, for your will shall be guided by that of an artist. Kiss normality away, because once you marry an artist, you will become an artist one way or another.
Their ways will rub off onto you, their adventure will fill your soul, and you will never be the same again.Never Marry a Writer.

Because they’re all the same. They bear wisdom from long ago, yet they preserve it in this age.
They’ll take their life and yours, and put it in a book,
Your life will no longer be your own, but the life of all those who look.
Kiss privacy away, because secrets are no longer secrets.
They’re stories you see, ammo if you may. The weapons are the words, which the artist supplies every day.
So be prepared to wear, your emotions on a sleeve. Because the ammo of a writer is unlimited, because their ammo is life itself.

So there you have it, my friends. If you’re not willing to render your mind to the paintbrush, or your body to words, than an artist nor a writer is the spouse for you. They’ll change you in more ways than one. Their joys will be yours, and their hardships will be yours too. When you marry one of these artist, keep in mind, you’re putting your life on the line.

But, if you’re willing to take an adventure through fantasy, through canvass and through words, than go on right ahead.  A marriage is commitment, a marriage is forever…so render yourself to the paintbrush, surrender yourself to the words.
For the moment you commit yourself to the artist, is the moment you become an artist yourself.