In between long periods of anxious, impatient waits and sometimes unbearable ennui, I have mastered ways to calm my listless mind.

It’s really simple, really…Brew a cuppa tea, stare out the window & have your notebook ready!

I do this a lot, but I feel Sundays are always the best time. Some people give thanks on Sunday – although we really should be giving thanks every day, if we’re giving any at all. But I like to call this my musings. Just a little corner for my mind to run free with gratitude for the week that just passed and gearing up for the week ahead.

I hope you will enjoy this little snippets of my week that I am grateful for.


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double rainbow

I’m sure a number of you caught this on Monday, but how lucky was I? I was just minding my own tired business when I suddenly looked out the windows and gave the loudest gasp anyone can give in this quiet, peaceful flat, flung the French doors open to the balcony and ran out there admiring the beauty (and my luck). I also forgot that it was cold, good thing I had my cardigan on. I probably took in the best view until I realised I didn’t want to miss a shot and my phone wasn’t with me. I managed this shot, just right before the fog breezed in and went right folks, nothing to see here, back to your homes everyone”. I must’ve stood there for a while, just feeling ever so lucky to have caught sight of my second double rainbow. Also, it was the BIGGEST rainbow I have ever seen in my life. It was magical. And then I caught another double rainbow just yesterday! How amazing!

 

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celebrating C.’s birthday…in person!

I am very, very happy that I finally have the chance to shower C. with lots of birthday love in person! Technically, this is my first time celebrating his birthday lol. We had a nice home-cooked meal (he was kindly subjected to my cooking & new recipes attempts) & an array of unique cakes for him to pick from – but of course he went for his classic carrot cake. It was also nice that he got home from work early, he actually surprised me by coming home earlier than I thought (I wasn’t ready!!!). But I supposed the best bits was almost successfully throwing him a small surprise birthday dinner with a handful of his closest friends over the weekend. I say almost because he said he had some sort of suspicion but then brushed it off, until we got to his favourite restaurant (Honest Burgers) and the lady who welcomed us in betrayed me. She cheerily announced that everyone was here and waiting. The dramatic face-palming happened in my head as C. chuckled and went “Hah, your cover got blown.” Massive eye-rolling right there. He still somewhat got pleasantly surprised at the company, so I guess that’s a success still, right?!

 

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curling up in bed with a book & a cuppa

That sigh of contentment as you sink into bed, wrap yourself up in the duvet, and sip some hot tea. And then proceed to escape in your book of choice. Heaven.

I was going to wrap it up, but I had a thought…and this might be a little bit odd but can we please take a minute to be thankful for:

the dishwasher

I know, I know. Y’all probably think I’m strange, but honestly! Back home in Kuala Lumpur (and Singapore), no one I know has a dishwasher. It was always hard work of washing the dishes by hand. You may think it’s menial but imagine the skills you require to get rid of burnt crusts at the bottom of pans etc. When C. found out I’ve been living with a dishwasher (when I was studying here) & used it as a drying rack for my pots and pans, he might have bowled over in laughter or in pain, or both. Then he started introducing the wonders of a dishwasher and ever since then, I’ve never been able to imagine how I can ever live my life now without a dishwasher.

I had a rather grey week this last week and I am just glad there were things that made me happy.

I hope everyone had a fabulous Sunday and is well-rested for the week ahead!

Toodles. ♥

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I am absolutely crap at keeping the blog updated in the recent months. I’ll admit, besides complete exhaustion post-work and the need to have a social life during the days off, I was lazy. I was consumed with work and work and more work. I don’t take home work, that’s one good thing. I can lock it all away the minute my shifts end. But the long hours. The mental exhaustion. The worrying I sometimes find myself do. To the point that when I do actually sit down to start a post, I find my fingers resting just very slightly on the keyboard and the air hung still. The only words that I could form in my mind were work related and I couldn’t possibly be sharing things about wounds and deaths on my blog, can I, they do sound quite depressing and a little inappropriate, I would think.

So I’ve been putting off blogging, day after day, week after week. My apologies.

I have wanted to write this post for a while now and here I am, typing away furiously because it’s already New Year. This is going to be a rather personal reflection of my year, just so you know. By the time I post this, I would be completely late but who cares, I still fully intend to recap this past year.

At the start of 2014, I admit I dreaded for the year to end. But now that I’m right at the end looking back, I cannot be more amazed and thankful for the past year’s events. 2014 has ben such an interesting year for me. I daresay it might just be my most memorable year in the last 5 years.

I have had my happiest moments, and my greatest (emotional) downfalls. I have travelled to more places in the year than I can ever imagine. I picked up another sport that I come to really love (DODGEBALL!!!). I allowed myself to let my hair down and really enjoy my youth. I learnt how it really is like to be alone, but not lonely. To enjoy solitude, and making the best of my time out of it. To appreciate cups of coffee and people watching.

I have had my mental breakdowns when my fears and self-doubts ate me up and spat me out – when I believed, at one point, that I was not good enough, and that one thought nearly killed me. It took great strength to disbelieve that of myself. But I survived that phase.

I have also met the most amazing people and made the most wonderful friends in the very short time I was in London. I discovered & believed in fleeting connections with strangers on the street.

I took risks, I took leaps of faith; and I made life-changing decisions. I put myself through a terrible heartbreak, because I believed that sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye. Yes, I was hurt; yes I cried buckets. Because I had to let go of some things that I really love to get to the other side. But because I know I am determined to discover what the other side is, I picked myself up, brushed off the dirt and faced the world one more time. A different person, no doubt. And not without the help of some of my dearest friends. I wouldn’t have been this strong without them. I would’ve been completely broken, if it wasn’t for them.

I challenged myself, and I have unlocked some personal achievements. Took my parents around Paris equipped with only a map and without the need of a tour guide (although eventually I did put them on the daily tour bus because they were complaining too much about having to walk, lol) and we DIDN’T get lost/kidnapped/killed. 😀 Then I threw caution to the winds, booked a one-way ticket to see (part of) the world on my own, and figured out the rest of the trip(s) along the way. Best decision I have ever made. #YOLO. Even if it wasn’t a long journey (because I was getting poorer and time was running out), it was definitely a journey I will never forget. These two last points were important to me because I’m not the greatest kid to handle maps or directions, what more in foreign countries with maybe 1% understanding of their languages.

 

Then just as I thought my adventures were coming to an end, just as I was getting stronger day by day; the one thing I least expect to happen, came along and found me. It just happened and it took me completely by surprise. And life has become a tad bit more interesting that it already was ever since. 🙂 So, hey you. Thank you. ♥

All good things come to an end, so did my year in London. I came back, steeled myself for the real world once again and promised myself that I won’t come back the same girl. And that promise, I still hold. I know I am no longer the same person. 🙂 I also told myself that life is going to be “now, or never”. If I want it, if I really want it, then hell yes I should go ahead and do it.

So I started dancing. Again. When I felt the stirrings in my heart telling me to dance once again, I knew it was a “now, or never” moment. I went for it. It has been amazing. Not that I am all that good in dance, but the fact that I have achieved some rather interesting moves that I never thought I would be able to do i.e. a handstand! 😀 😀 😀 I also started running. Know that I actually dislike running with all my heart because blehhhhh. But run, I did. I did pretty good, I must say, hehe.

About a month into the dancing and the running, I came across this post on Tumblr. I thought it was very apt, like it’s a sign for me to keep going.

I can tell you proudly that so far I have been brave enough to start. 🙂

 

Looking forward now, I simply know more amazing things are about to come and my first good thing for 2015 is just around the corner! 😀 I am uber excited *squeeeeee*! While I definitely miss my life back in London and all my friends there, credit must be given where it’s due. To my lovely family & friends here who have patiently awaited my return and loved me all the same, you guys are my angels, adding the sweet finishing touch to the end of my 2014.

 

So, farewell 2014. You have been a wonderful, magical year but it’s now time to welcome 2015. I cannot turn back time to relive the year no matter how much I want to, but at least I will have the memories. One thing for sure, I have measured my 2014 in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, & in cups of coffee.

 

So here’s to you, 2015. Have a chimney cake and some Bailey’s hot chocolate. You will be a fantastic year, I just know it.

 

2014, I have no regrets. 🙂

 

 

Cheers, all. Have a joyous New Year! Toodles. ♥

Last Friday on the 11th of April, I took a break from my indispensable essay (on incontinence & dementia) and went all out with dear Clarice – whom I’ve not seen in YEARS (REUNION!) – to watch one of our favourite YouTuber bands – Boyce Avenue – live at IndigO2, The O2 in London! *fangirl squealing*

I have watched most, if not all, of their YouTube videos and thought, “wow, they’re amazing.” But that night, I watched them live. And they left me breathless.

Or maybe I am exaggerating but GOD THEY ARE INCREDIBLE. LIVE!!!

I brought my baby DSLR in my bag, but the crowd was starting to pile up and all the sudden…THERE WERE REALLY TALL MEN STANDING IN FRONT OF ME, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *sobs*

I had to tip-toe throughout the evening just so I could look at the faces of the singing voices on the stage, lol (my poor feet). And I resorted to using my trusty iPhone 4S that night – all photos here were taken on the phone.

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Special guests were Ebony Day & Nick Howard.

I have to say, I am definitely a fan of Nick Howard now. His 4th album is going to be launched this Spring and I am totally looking forward to it. Too bad I wasn’t patient enough to stay long and with the crowd after the concert for a mini meet & greet session.

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Hello, Mr. Tall Man. I’ve not forgiven you yet for standing directly in front of me. I would’ve shifted if I could (obviously).

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I was quite upset that halfway through video-recording the action, my phone decided to run out of storage. 🙁 It was such a shame! I was kicking myself for not freeing up space before I came for the show. Pffft!

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We had to take a selfie.

 

It was another wonderful night out and I will definitely watch Boyce Avenue live on stage again!

Although, clever us, we did not exactly think things through, i.e. we didn’t plan our journey home. Of course, everyone – and I mean EVERYONE – was making their way home via the Underground. So can you imagine, a massive human traffic?? Like, oh. My. God. We just stared at each other and went, okay, what are our alternatives?

We took a bus to Waterloo in the end. And then the tube back home from there. It was some long journey. But I am just thankful that we had one another (and we had an alternative) – I cannot imagine what I would’ve done if I was on my own (which was my initial plan because I didn’t know anyone else who wanted to come with). It was like New Year’s Eve all over again. I shudder at the thought of it. LOL. Though, I am positive if I were alone, I’d get myself sorted out. 😉

 

This night out was a good reason for me to dress up and look all pretty, hehe.

Also a great reason to be wearing my new lipstick! 😀

Loving you was red. #red #YSL

My current obsession: YSL Rouge Pur Couture in Le Rouge

I am absolutely in love with this colour. Definitely recommend it. Now I’m all excited to try another shade of red! I need to stop!

And I am not sorry that I took more selfie. 😛

 

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Let me end this post with a couple of my favourite Nick Howard’s music and my all-time favourite Boyce Avenue song!

 

Super Love

 

Can’t Break A Broken Heart

 

On My Way

 

I hope you enjoy the music (and the post)! I recommend their music, if you’re not already a fan. Good for easy listening and this long weekend. 😉

 

Happy Easter, everyone!

 

Toodles. ♥

I will be heading to Italy tomorrow for a week-long trip and it still hasn’t hit me yet. 2 weeks ago I was frantically researching and formulating a rough itinerary. My purest intention is to just go and get lost in the country, In other words, just wing it. But of course, that isn’t always the case and as much as I wished it to magically work out, it wasn’t going to come easy that way.

 Venice//Murano//Burano//Pisa//Cinque Terre//Rome//Naples 

I’m actually looking forward to this trip; I dare say it would be quite a misadventure! Not hoping for anything to go wrong, of course! But we learn along the way, we explore, and we live to tell the tales. The very essence of wanderlust. 

I will forget the harsh reality of the world, for the moment. Forget about the crazy pile of work staring right at my face, trying to guilt-trip me. Forget about being afraid. Forget about my worries, my troubling thoughts, my anxious uncertainty about the future.

 

We did. I did.

Tomorrow, my journey begins! Await my stories!

 

Toodles. ♥