Here's something about me people might not know—I love all things vintage. Vintage, antique, ancient, old—I love it. Vintage books and jewellery have to be my favourites.
I like vintage-looking things too. As long as they appear rustic, I'm sold!
I stumbled upon a stall selling leather notebooks while in Bath and thought their notebooks looked so appealing. Don't you think the one on the far left look like those massive spell-books in the fairytales you read as a child? Its pages have such a lovely, rough texture to them so if you use a fountain pen, the writing looks amazing.
Penang is one of my favourite cities in Malaysia because they've preserved so much of their old architecture and I love that. I love feeling like I've been thrown back into the olden days when I enter an old Peranakan house.
My hometown Ipoh has retained many colonial buildings in its old part of town, which us locals aptly call Old Town. So if you're wondering where Old Town White Coffee comes from... it's from Ipoh.
I love traditional Malay/Nyonya/Peranakan attire, too. They're the best on hot days.
There's something about the olden days which appeal to me. I remember as a little girl my grandparents/parents would tell me stories of their youth and it just sounded amazing. Quran lessons would take place in a pondok (hut) with other kids. All rivers were very clean back then so everyone would swim in it in the afternoons.
They didn't have clubs back in the day except for discos or house parties; people would go to dance the night away. Not the rubbish dances you see on TV these days but proper ballroom dancing or Malay dancing called joget.
My parents said both men and women in the early 1900s-70s were prim and proper. If they weren't so in their mannerisms, they were in their appearances. Neat hair. Clean and tidy clothes. Women never left the house without looking neat and elegant. Even the least wealthy of women were always presentable in their appearances because that's just the way things were.
My late grandmothers would tell me how ladies in the day did their daily routine in town dressed in their kebayas or baju kurung. These days among the younger generation, kebayas and baju kurungs are almost exclusive to special occasions which I think is unfortunate. They're such lovely outfits; I'm always so keen to wear it!
Things were much simpler back then. People were kinder and leaders were more noble. People weren't a part of the rat race which many of us are unknowingly a part of. Things have certainly changed in the past few decades...
Sometimes, I can't help but feel I was born in the wrong era.