Nurul

I grew up in a small apartment off Jalan Bukit Bintang where the air always smelled like curry leaves and petrol. At twenty-two I still live there with my mum, though she works nights now so the place is mine after ten. Days I balance part-time modeling calls and too many iced lattes. I like when a guy notices the small tattoo behind my ear before he notices my chest, and I like telling him about the first time I got the ink done right after my eighteenth birthday. Most evenings I cook sambal pasta at two in the morning because the chilli keeps me awake and gives me something to send photos of. I am not looking for anything heavy, but I do like when the same name pops up on my screen more than once.