For I am your Muse.

When your life’s hard work takes the most wonderful transition from words to a book that speaks your journey and points out the purpose of your sole being.

If there’s one word to describe that feeling…

A word is never enough.

I’ve read many books throughout my fair share owing to my years. Some brought joy and magic. Some taught me lessons I’d take in every walk of my life – the past, present and future.

Then there were books that inspired me to become part of literature. To become an Author. To write and rewrite. I’ve played the roles of each character and lived as so and so. I’ve fallen in love with all of them. I’ve died many times. Re-birthed in many forms. I was the little details that one missed or ignored.

The women in literature had a huge impact on my life. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to write like them.

I’ve had jobs that help me pay my bills, buy pretty things and at the same time questioned if this was ever enough? You wake up each morning, get into office doing a 9 to 5 job, answer calls, reply to emails, laugh at silly jokes by your colleagues and have lunch which is always a poor choice and then you repeat it the next 4 days to come.

Then as if it was by chance or was it my time, I was given the opportunity to discover my talent as a Writer. Sitting in an empty apartment with my laptop is my only companion. I started writing and.

There it was. My muse. She said to me, write what you’ve never read before. Tell them the story different from all the fairy tales which ends with happily ever after…

Tell them a story that’ll make them wake up every day and keep on living. Tell them the story that’ll keep them moving. Tell them your story. Don’t hide anything. Tell them everything, from your Adam to your Eve. The beginning of you and the fall of you. Tell them how you rose from your failure. Tell them about the others of the same fate as you.

Tell them so they’ll listen. Listen. The way you listened to your heart and your soul. The walks with each step on fire and stone. The voices of the unscrupulous shuttering your existence and exploiting your innocence.

Tell them how you found the Courage that was lost. Hidden under fear, humiliation, insult, injury and scars that you wore behind your fake smile.

And then the will to live was greater than the force to surrender. You found yourself. You found the others. You walked with your head held high and you spoke to be heard and for them to listen.

You are not alone. You are Courage and you are Liberation!

And I am your muse.

So, I followed her advice and rewrote my story. This has been an incredible journey and I can’t wait to have you walk along my side. Laugh with me. Cry with me. Travel with me. Eat with me. Love with me. Anger with me. Read with me. Speak to me and I’ll tell you my story.

Redefine Perceptions of the Untold.


Define your own sexy. Feeling good in your current body and appreciating every bumpy curve is extremely sexy!
Don’t let social media and judgements from the unscrupulous shutter your image of you.
I’m an Asian woman of Indian ethnicity. A picture of me like this showing my décolleté – skin below my neck, or cleavage is a sin. Because Asian women aren’t allowed to showcase their body although we’ve remarkably contributed to the growth of our population through childbirth and breastfeeding which involves coitus by the way and not a miracle baby courier service from the skies as the mythological stories written and told by our forefathers and foremothers. Lets get one thing clear – If it’s okay for you to peek and check us out, then it is most definitely okay as women we embrace our bodies and sexuality.
An Asian woman can’t post a picture of herself in a bikini but you will like and comment of the exact of a European or Caucasian woman. You’re a fan of KK and her many relationships but not if she’s your Indian neighbour who has had 2 boyfriends. JLo is hot and sizzling owning those curves wearing almost nothing on that stage.You wear a skirt revealing your knees, automatically you’re of low moral values because the clothes you’re wearing is ‘skimpy’ .
The hypocrisy has no end in our society.
This caption has no means to promote nudity, sex or pornography. Nor is it to provoke controversy.
It’s about Liberation And Respect.
Your Perception Of Me, Does Not Define Me!

Define Beauty, Stop Body Shaming!


Body shaming. A discrimination that many of us face at least once in our life time. Many of us don’t speak about it because we’re ashamed and afraid of our vulnerability. Instead we let it eat us throughout and slowly we lose self confidence and develop self doubt which leads to self loathing.
I was called fat and ugly. I was called a black indian smelly cunt. I was told I looked like a piece of shit that a man would only want to fuck and not marry. And that no good looking man would want to be seen walking next to someone with my body shape because it would mean he would be settling.
So I took a good look at myself in the mirror and this is what I saw.
I saw a woman. A woman who defined her self worth by her own worth. A woman who stood up for herself and footed her ground. She’s made sacrifices to be recognised and worked hard because this woman I saw in the mirror is a high achiever. This woman in the mirror was just not a dreamer but a fulfiller. This woman has aged like wine and she looked damn fine. Her brown skin was beautiful and that uneven skin added debt to her story. The grey hair shyly turned silver and now glorious just took her value even higher. It demanded respect! Her eyesight has never been sharper as it portrayed 37 years of history, art, science, geography, matriculation and technology. Her smile was sincere and forgiving because she’s seen the world, for it’s generosity and appreciated the abundance in acceptance of every living that walked on this earth. She’s well travelled and well read. She could recite Shakespeare and write beautifully. She’s courage and liberation. She’s different and unique.
This woman is Me. My body is mine and not yours for scrutiny. This woman you know nothing about is more than just her body shape, size, weight, colour, ethnicity and language. This woman was just getting started..and her story is written by her. None else! So screw you for your definition of beauty. I’m not ordinary.
If you’ve faced body shaming, racial abuse and discrimination.  Voice out. You are not alone. Together we will make this world a better place.




Thank you, Universe.

I am a believer that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes I ask why or what or who and I find my questions answered in ways that I might not be able to explain. Is the Universe actually listening to our vibrations and metaphorically speaking to us? I want to test this hypothesis and I have done it several times this year and I can finally rest my heart and mind. I can now accept the end of certain relationships and cut the umbilical cord and rid off of the toxic, negativity and accusations which I didn’t deserve because I’m ready for what’s next on offer for me. The beginning. A Liberation.
I am grateful for those who remain in my life, for those who came and departed after their lessons and excited for the new people who are to arrive. And bring the best out of me and trusting me by giving the opportunity to bring the best out of them.
Thank you for the coincidences of the introduction. That is of acknowledging the values of pausing, the power to listen, waiting in patience, a smile of a stranger, the conversation that lasted just in the period between your and my stop. Thank you for the coincidences of accidents that delayed my step, only to find my self.
Because when you are ready and grateful for all you have, the Universe rewards you with what you deserve and those who are worthy of you. The gone are to remain gone. Be grateful for the beautiful experience and move on.


Christmas – Greetings, Food and I!


I would write .. but they say a picture speaks a thousand words. And I’ve given you lovely folks six for indulgence purpose. The fourth picture being the ultimate Cherry on Ice xxx

Please read between these images (I spent the night with both Santa and Snowman).

I wish all of you a Wonderful Christmas, because it’s never too late for Seasonal Greetings.

My first blog!

Hi everyone! Well, I am very new to this blogging society. I’ve read a lot of other’s blogs in my lifetime but when it came to owning one myself, it was an inner debate which I just surrendered to – eventually.

So, a little about me. My name is Sharlinie, Malaysian by birth and currently reside in the UK. I am a writer and currently on the verge of finishing my first book titled Courage, which I am going to publish next year – 2018. ( Celebrations on the cards!!! )

I wanted to get it published this year, ( I’ll just keep it short..)  but being a perfectionist, a book enthusiast, avid reader and with some wise editorial advice, I am perfecting my baby as it grows!

This website is about anything and everything. Sharing a lot of my travels, food and recipes, family traditions and customs of my birth country and adopted country.

So, please stay with me and feel at home while I type away my daily anecdote. You are always welcome to join me with a nice cup of hot tea or coffee and pen down your thoughts, opinions, feedbacks or even if it’s just to drop a – Hi!