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I have been so quiet on the internet over the last few months. I know that this blog has not been exactly active for a long, long time, but recently, I have retreated from even Instagram (actually, taking a break from the internet of things feels pretty good). There is a sort-of reason for that, other than the fact that I tend to go on and off stuff rather abruptly.
The truth is, I have been distracted by the bun that I’m growing. Only this time, it is not on my head (like the sock bun that I cultivated previously), but in my belly (which, I am happy to report, is swelling in a most satisfactory way). And this time, I am about a million times more obsessed than before.
So, I guess that there are three of us now : )
But I want her to know, that this world is made up of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
-Sarah Kay, If I Should Have A Daughter…
I don’t know the gender of the baby yet, but when I think about having a daughter, one of the things that come to mind is this funny, touching and generally very lovely piece of spoken word poetry by Sarah Kay that I first watched a few years ago.
And with a little editing, it can definitely work for a boy as well.
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White can look so great. It makes a space look cleaner and bigger, which is almost always a good thing. But there is something about white – white yellows.
And seeing white things yellow drives me crazy. It makes me feel like life is just one long battle against oxidation.
My white kitchen countertop is definitely yellowing – and the more I stare at it, the more yellow it becomes. And I am not even going to talk about the stains that can get on white surfaces, because that is a whole other rant.
While my brain goes into random overdrive about the un-whitening of my kitchen countertop, I realise that maybe white is just another secret test of life. You know, like how you react to its gradual decline in colour purity is simply a process to train your mind (like a Jedi) to not sweat the small things (although, is a non-white countertop that is supposed to be white, strictly speaking, a small thing?).
So, the solution: stop staring at the white.
That should fix everything.
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August has been kind of a crazy month, so I am glad that September has rolled around. Isn’t this always the month where things quiet down a little, aside from the cheesy “Wake Me Up When September Ends” jokes?
As of yesterday, I have been married for a full year. A year of turning an apartment into a home, a year of building a life together, a year of being two instead of one.
I would not say that it has been a piece of cake (whatever they told you about marriage being work, its true), but I would do it all over again just to reach the here and now – a year forward and a year better.
To avoid getting all touchy feely about things, let’s just say that we’ve enjoyed ourselves and would like more from where that came from.
Speaking of being couple-y, Buzzfeed produces a series of videos about the day-to-day of being in a romantic relationship that is both funny and touching.
Like this one about the “weird things couples do in public“.
Definitely good for a laugh, so give it a click – and you may recognize yourself, and laugh some more.
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I love, love, love gold. Don’t you?
Many things, most things, are better in gold. Even things that are already glorious, like a Magnum ice cream.
I keep meaning to write something useful here. Something that will add to your lives in a small but pleasurable way – instead of just something that came straight off the top of my head, onto the keyboard.
But the weekend stretched out luxuriously before time pressed in again suddenly. And it is back to the work week with blogging pushed to the fringe.
If I can, I would order a truckload of discipline. But from what I heard, those are in short supply these days.
As usual, the internet is brimming with good things. If I believe in anything, I believe in the power of the internet to do good. I believe in that the same way that Batman believes in the people of Gotham.
Anyway… here are a few links that you may want to click on.
I always like it when people doodle or paint on the pages of fashion magazines. It has something to do with “desecrating” the careful work of stylists and editors, and adding something truly unexpected to the image.
If you have piles and piles of old magazines like me, why not get creative?
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We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed with the windows open and the stars bright.
- Ernest Hemingway
To be honest, I am the only books person in the relationship – but that’s okay, because I like books enough for the both of us. And I certainly have enough books to weigh down any bed.
So I guess we are all good with living out this Hemingway fantasy.
On our recent trip to the U.S, we crossed path with a bear. Literally.
It is one of those experiences that happens in slight slow-mo – and you really do freeze a little when a big, black, furry mammal appears a few steps in front of you. But the moment passes and your brain just goes, “A bear, a bear, a real-life bear!”.
To give credit to the bear, it is a lot more unfazed than we were. It is obviously more used to seeing people than we are to seeing bears.
A couple of minutes later, it has already looped across the highway, disappearing into the trees on the other side.
That tastes like hope feels.
- Used to describe an energy bar, from John Green’s Paper Towns
I wanted to finish the book before the movie comes out because I’m just that kind of person who cares about whether the scenes match up to the images in my head. I’ve actually watched the trailer and the cast looks remarkably similar to the one from my imagination. I like it when that happens.
The fact that this is the only quote that stood out to me in a book that is supposed to be “profoundly moving” means:
- I like creative ways of describing nice-tasting food.
- I’m a little over the hill when it comes to feeling strongly about coming-of-age stories.
- I should probably stop reading them.
Also, you should know that this is leaps and bounds better than 50 Shades. But that’s not saying very much, because most books are.
We have been doing very little over the long weekend, and I have been keeping off the internet, so l just have a handful of links before the work week starts.
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It has been incredibly hot these past weeks, even for Singapore – which got me thinking about the popsicle mould that we bought when we first moved in, all caught up in a wave of optimism and faux determination, thinking that we would be doing so much in our new kitchen.
But, better late then never. And baby steps. This recipe for strawberry cocktail popsicles looks simple enough: sugar, water, a nip of alcohol, bits of strawberries, then into the fridge. TA-DA – instant domestic goddess.
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But if you need a drink drink, just shake up some strawberry basil daiquiris.
How do you fall in love?
You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet…
And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.
PS You have to be brave.
- Jeanette Winterson in Big Questions from Little People & Simple Answers from Great Minds
The full quote and a matching song can be found on Literary Jukebox, a side project by Maria Popova of Brainpickings. What a great idea, to bring words and music together.
Anyway, this is the second space-related quote in three days. Considering that New Horizons just flew by Pluto (how very awesome), I absolutely have to hashtag it #cosmic.
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Oh, and there is this post about romantic relationships that I stumbled upon – the universe is conspiring to get me feeling all lovey-dovey! I think its spot-on in its description of being in that “after a while” phase, where there are no butterflies or quickened heartbeats all the time. And it is actually nicer when you don’t feel all pumped up when you are together.
Before I head off for the day, a few links:
- A not-so-classic braid for up-ing your hair game.
- I don’t keep up with the fashion shows anymore, but I still take time to drool over Elie Saab’s collections. Here’s a video of his AW 15/16 Haute Couture show. And this Tumblr of backstage snapshots.
- An Anti-Stress Coloring Book for adults. That’s right, we should be coloring well into our old age.
- I am pretty obsessed with the Afternoon Acoustic playlist on Spotify. Works like a dream as work music.
- Currently reading: Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng. Young girl dies mysteriously in small town America, family secrets / drama kind of story. [I am just a few chapters in… may report back if it is good.]
- A heavy sleeper’s guide to getting up in the morning.
- Cute illustrations of a raccoon (i.e. Couture Bandit) that steals designer goods.
- I am already fascinated with the contouring make-up technique, but these “clown contouring selfies” bring it to a whole new level.
- A hilarious open letter to the people who live in fancy tiny houses. Because teeny homes are the new black.
- A pretzel necklace feels oddly right.
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Today marks two years since the question was popped – two years after “saying yes” and two years of wearing my first ring that means something (most of my other rings are just really pretty).
“I choose you over everybody else.”
That’s the spirit, isn’t it? [That’s also something I found in Rainbow Rowell’s Fangirl. I am not going to comment on why I am reading YA books. Just. Don’t. Ask.]
I spent so much time on the internet every day that I thought I should share some of the things that caught my eye – because you may like them too.
- City guides to Singapore, Tokyo and Okinawa. Its always nice to have somewhere new to go, something new to do.
- An interview with Christoph Niemann, a cartoonist who contributes to The New Yorker, among other cool places + a peek into his studio in Berlin.
- Garance Doré, my favourite French lady on the internet, has written a book!
- DIY art for your home: framed palm leaf. It is slightly more cool than it is hipster.
- I recently started looking at Louise’s blog again. Somehow, she has managed to become even more awesome than ever.
- Okay, I have to talk about YA literature again, but I’ll be real quick. Whoever just read Fangirl and like (or love) it, you may be pleased (or super, super excited) to know that there is going to be a Carry On book.
- This Needle Felted White Whale stuffed toy. Because its serene expression is so cute.
- There is no such thing as following too many home / interior design blogs, so here are 10 more to add to your list.
- Listening: Local band The Sam Willows’ first single on their new album, Take Heart. Check it out on Spotify.
- A pretty gold / pearl ring that a mermaid will wear.
What we do in space is serious, yes, but it’s also incredibly fun. It’s not just about the epic EVA but the M&Ms dancing merrily inside the package, colliding colorfully in weightlessness. Life is full of many small, unexpected pleasures, not just in space but right here on Earth, and I think I see them more clearly now than I used to because microgravity insists you pay attention. Weightlessness is like a new toy you get to unwrap every day, again and again—and it’s a great reminder, too, that you need to savor the small stuff, not just sweat it.
- Chris Hadfield, An Astronaut’s Guide to Life On Earth
This book makes me feel warm and fuzzy about being human.
If you enjoy day-dreaming about where space exploration can bring us, you will plough through this really quickly. I mean, a real-life astronaut (!!!) telling you about bobbing around in outer-space – it’s almost like being there yourself. Almost.
Also, the first post on a new blog! It feels new and old at the same time. Like something I have done countless times before, but not in a long time.
What I am saying is, this feels good. But let me muddle through the beginning, because beginnings are always the hardest.
So, welcome back. Or just, welcome!