toughing it out in a covid life.
The unprecedented events of 2020 threw everyone’s plans into the abyss. Who knew that with all the glitz and glam of the modern world, we would be reduced to be at the mercy of an invisible, microscopic organism? Homes were lived in more, appliances were utilized more, people were dabbling in their fancies and curiosities… Continue reading toughing it out in a covid life.
my love.
Be beautifully, courageously, wonderfully, you
on personal endeavours.
It’s been about two years since I tumbled into climbing – a bit haphazardly, for signing up for a level 1 belayer course without having actual real experience in the sport. The only taster I had was climbing a mountain in Malaysia, where we had to grapple and hoist ourselves up using terrain, and I… Continue reading on personal endeavours.
asian marinades.
I took the raw chicken breast in my hand and prepared the slimey object for its fate. Placing it on the chopping board, a makeshift operating table, my fingers curled around the sharpened knife instinctively. Slice. Slice. Slice. The rhythmic movement of the blade Tok-Tok-Toking against wood as the flesh fell apart, blossomed into slices… Continue reading asian marinades.
the taste of head hunger.
Yesterday’s dinner awaited at the kitchen counter; a slipshod medley of ingredients thrown together. Sambal long beans, burdock root with dried, tough, tasteless beef, and my father’s Thai Mango Salad, recurring fortnightly in his current obsession of cooking a single dish repeatedly over weeks. I gnawed on the beef, poked at the beans, didn’t touch… Continue reading the taste of head hunger.
chocolate vanilla date bites.
On my weekends, in a fit of Youtube-and-recipe-blog-induced inspiration, I sometimes like to try out recipes or create my own snacks as desserts, snacks or breakfast items throughout the week. Bearing in my mind my impatient and somewhat efficient persona, the things that I make are often not aesthetically pleasing, or hit items with the… Continue reading chocolate vanilla date bites.
golden girl.
Sunlight flecks splattered in her hair, longlocks pinned up with sleepiness her eyes are the wrinkles of the dawn, the creases where sweetness runs down its slopes when she smiles her teeth are the pearly gates of heaven, opening and closing to reveal murky depths of the unknown her arms fight through linen sheets, charging… Continue reading golden girl.
american dreams.
I wanted something different to tune into while ironing the clothes, and this Youtube recommendation popped into my browser. Atheist to Christian at Yale. Dr Paul Lim, the featured guy in this video, was a Korean immigrant chasing the American dream, and he did have it all eventually in Yale, after enduring the pain of… Continue reading american dreams.
I am alive And there is no better feeling than this on this earth
a day of self-care.
It was a Monday morning, yet another start of a new work week. Familiar beeping from the phone’s generic alarm reverberated through the walls of my room, and held my hands, guiding me out of slumber. Stumbling across the room, I tapped on my phone screen. The sound was gone. I stretched my arms out… Continue reading a day of self-care.
happenstance 