reset

I just realised why actual writing never works for me and it is because I write slow.

I have too many thoughts, which easily translates to paper but I give up in the beginning because it literally takes me a long time to finish writing by hand. Beautiful as my stationery is, that is what is prohibiting me from keeping a journal.

(Huh, the thoughts one have when the clock nearly strikes midnight. Late night thoughts are amazing.)

Now here I am, deciding to blog again as an alternative, my fingers swiftly hovering over the keys. The words flow freely and this, this is what I need.

I need to be free from the restraints of actual writing (i.e. carpal tunnel syndrome, joint pain, etc). I need to a platform which allows me to jot my thoughts and make some semblance of sense into it and this just might be it. Again.

(How many times can one actually reset though? Bah, I'll save that for the next.)

So cheers. Here's to hoping this sticks.

Two days ago, the sky opened up for hail to fall. It was both beautiful and terrifying. Hail in springtime? Unheard of. Global warming is indeed among us.

This six-course tasting menu was so, so good! What a lovely birthday lunch. Highly commended and recommended ☆

Veering out of our comfort zone for the day!

We have never been to Battersea, even though it tends to bring a lot of traffic due to the cherry blossoms that grows in the park come spring time, hence our trek to here.

I stumbled upon Somebody Feed Phil on Netflix many months ago and we were drawn in by the wit and the warmth of its host, Phil Rosenthal. Needless to say, Irvin and I were hooked and always ended up giggling at his antics and melting at his fond video calls with his parents.

Fast forward to yesterday evening, when he announced that he would be posing for a photo with anybody who purchased his book. It was a sure yes for both of us and we waited patiently for our turn. While we only had a few seconds of conversation, he is one of the most genuine people I have ever met in this lifetime.

Imagine adding an extra date on his book tour because of the demand and that date just so happened to be on his birthday. This selfless man, what a champ!

This is one of those surreal moments wherein you realise that the world and the people in it aren't all bad. While we all face our own set of trials and tribulations, it's what we make of it that matters.

Life has been very busy as of late.

I can feel the motivation to do the things I planned to do for the year slipping away as my schedule goes from an empty slate to a packed cube of malarkey.

02 January 2023, 19:26

I started drinking when I was 30.

I'm serious. I've had sips over the years but never really understood the hype until I turned the big 3-0 last March. I decided I would be open and give it a try.

After tasting various cocktails and liquor (gin is not for me, no, no, no), I still did not get the purpose behind it.

I will drink on occasion though. Case in point: date night.

We were supposed to have charcuterie and champagne when the clock hit 12 on the 1st of January but we were too full from our media noche that we decided to forgo and reschedule.

It was lovely but the woozy feeling when the alcohol hits my stomach always gets me. Thank goodness for the saltiness of the cheese and the cured meats to sop it all up.

I've been avoiding social media like the plague since life started to take a downhill turn last February. I've been present but not really present, you know? I've been keeping appearances (for what true purpose, I am yet to find out), ensuring to post here and there as 'proof of life'.

Then I started to disappear halfway through the year. I deactivated my Facebook. I stopped posting on Instagram, stories and posts.

It wasn't really intentional. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Months later, here I am, rediscovering my love for Tumblr and the safe haven that it has always been. Twitter is still in the background but c'mon, I can't exactly type out paragraph after paragraph there, can I?

I can't really remember the last time I celebrated Christmas on the day itself as I was working either a day or a night shift. Now that I've switched gears, my role requires me to actually be off on holidays like normal people.

It's strange but I can get used to it.

Today marks my first Christmas with Irvin and Irvin alone. Ever since coming to London, we've always spent this day with our friends at home, as we all live together. Now that we're homeowners (it still feels pretty surreal to say that but more on this on a later entry), we decided to just enjoy this time and celebrate this moment together.

The verdict? It's nice, veeeery nice.

While we may not have photos together (okay fine, I lie, we have four but I look pale in it due to sickness), here's a video of the feast Irvin kindly cooked while I coughed a lung out on the couch. I am so grateful for him and so grateful to Him for letting our paths cross.

Happy birthday, Jesus. Our feast may be simple but it's definitely for You. We hope you enjoy being celebrated for You deserve it.