He and I, Poetry

Sometimes I wear
just so I can leave
Kisses for you
On mirrors
in notes
tucked into places



Doing Life

Adventures, He and I, Renovations

I am still around, just doing Life.

Making: Travel Plans! I hope that I will be crossing off at least nine items from my Travel Bucket list, this year.

Cooking: Udon. My in laws seem to love it. I made a fiery gingery batch, (how I like it) and apparently it tastes like Pho. Need to give that a go. Also my manager send out his family recipe for pancakes, maybe I’ll give that a go over the weekend.

Drinking: Taro Milk.

Reading: Emerald Street Subscriptions, which comes into my email, every day. They always have pretty ideas, which naturally leads to me spending more money, but also having fun. Lots of fun.

Wanting: More money. To travel and see above.

Looking: “Your face is so clear, but your eyes are so tired. Like so so darn tired.” That is what husband said.

Deciding: Where to go and what to do in Paris and Bergen.

Wishing: “If I was a rich girl, nanananana”  –Gwen Stefanie.

Enjoying: Getting home early from work and having an evening.

Waiting: For March bank Holiday.

Liking: That the weekend isn’t far off, and looking forward to Momos and baking.

Wondering: How much money I would make, if a book I wrote were published.

Loving: My new Nivea Tinted Moisturizer. Makes my skin glow!

Pondering: Whether there is a way, I could better structure and live my life, to be able to do everything I want to do and not run away from ‘responsibilities’

Watching: Mad Dogs. The American version.

Considering: Taking meditation classes.

Hoping: That the coming family trip to Africa is totally awesome.

Marveling: At how strong I really am. ‘You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only things you have’. So true.

Needing: A full body massage.

Smelling: Myrrh.  It makes the house smell like heaven.

Wearing:  Black jeans and a fleece top. Comfort, always comfort.

Following: Amy Turn Sharp. Her poems make me feel better and passionate about life.

Noticing: My skin clearing. I have started to take better care of it. Aloe Gel at night. Moisturizer every day. Hydrating Masks every week. A Facial every month. Drinking lots of water. Eating lots of fruits.

Knowing: Everything will get better.

Thinking: About finishing and publishing a book

Feeling: Restless.

Admiring: My mother. She is a strong woman.

Sorting: Ideas and things I can take as a solo traveler and on long haul flights to make it more interesting.

Buying: Little bits and pieces for above

Getting: Settled into my new job.

Bookmarking: Lonely Planet Guide’s Solo Travel handbook

Disliking: Having to wake up way too early.

Opening: My journal. To write a few ideas down.

Giggling: I just remembered how in Prague a friend’s boyfriend and I were drawing silly things on the snow-covered cars. I drew boobs, he drew willies.

Feeling: Thankful at how much I have achieved and how far I have come in life.

Snacking: Wasabi Peas

Coveting: These

Hearing: My neighbor’s canaries, in his backyard. They are the sweetest things.


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Spoon Guy

He and I

Yesterday, a friend on facebook wrote “Today I saw a man eat a Donut with a Spoon”.

Today, he wrote “Today I saw a man eat chocolate digestive with a spoon.”

Yes the same man.

“The spoon guy?,” someone asked.

Two days , and he had already built a reputation. The spoon guy!

What a fascinating man. And now here I sit wondering, what else does this fascinating spoon guy use a spoon for? Crisps? Chocolate bar?

How about drinks? Juice? Water? Does he gulp them down or savour them one spoon at a time?

Brand new

Adventures, He and I, Poetry


Here I am. All set. Ready to take on 2018.

The last two months have been heavy. I have been working. All seven days, of the week. There was this constant dread and anxiety over finding a new job. Redundancy was kicking in toward the end of December. Bills, mortgage, payments of generic goods a girl desires. How was I going to afford it all?

I did it though. I worked hard. 50 days. Constantly working. In between, looking for, applying and preparing for interviews. You know , for that good, solid job.

Like I said, I did it. I worked hard. I got offered a new job. I made some extra money. Met new people. Made new friends. Experienced new things. Learnt a lot, about the world, society, about myself.

And I am proud. You know what, I would like a medal. Perhaps I will do just that. Buy myself a medal, hmmm perhaps a crown? I have always wanted a crown. And why not? I can be the queen of my own life!

After nine months of anxiety and dread filled 2017, it had all worked out in the end. Almost like it was a Christmas miracle. It led me to have an enjoyable Christmas with family and friends and welcome the new year joyfully.

And so, to welcome 2018, I will leave two pieces of poems on the blog. They are both by Amy Turn Sharp. Her words are beautiful and has inspired me to have a go at writing my own on many occasions.

Poem 1:

How about not overanalysing 2018 into a mess?
What if you made a pact with your heart today?
A truthful and lovely treaty
With agreements that will honor you like:
-I will follow love everywhere
-I will lean into magic
-I will trust myself
-I will forgive
-I will live deep this year

Poem 2:

This is a spell.
The things you want
In 2018 will want
You back.

Bathing under the sky

He and I, Renovations

This picture makes me wish that I had a larger garden, with tall, tall fences, all around, where people on the outside, would stand on their tippy toes, or climb each other’s shoulders, just to get a peek. Well naturally because it all seems so very curious. And when they do, they would see a beautiful garden with flowers growing everywhere. Small shrubs of roses, fuchsias and camellias. A wildflower meadow. A mini sunflower field. An apple tree or two, perhaps a raspberry tree too; and hidden within all these beautiful flora, how odd, but is that a bathtub?

Who in their complete and right mind would even think of bathing outside of closed doors?

But imagine if you had all the privacy. A lovely bathtub nestled among the lush flowers and greeneries of your beautiful garden. Wouldn’t it be lovely to be able to wake up in the morning, walk out to your garden and take a refreshing shower/bath? And after, you could dry off naturally with the cool morning breeze, perhaps stop to pluck some apples and berries from your trees and even pick flowers for your home?


This picture is from a facebook page called Cottage Whimsy where I mostly find dreamy pictures as such!

Wrestl’n Vaseline

He and I

Remember when you were young and you did silly things, like put a t-shirt on your head and pretend you are a bride, or use a ruler as a gun and pretend you are cop, or put on your mom’s makeup and high heels and pretend to be a ‘bossy’ lady at work? This is one such story.

Fish and I sat watching TV at her house, when out of the blue we started to hear odd grunting coming from upstairs. We looked at each other, our expressions clearly saying, “What on earth?”  Fish put her finger to her mouth, shushing me, and we stealthily climbed up the stairs. What mischief were her brothers up to? They were always up to something, those little rascals!

Halfway through the stairs, we peered into the landing. And there, we saw it!

Standing in front of the full length mirror, was her youngest brother, his top half bare. His body was glistening. He stood in front of the mirror. He posed. He flexed. He rubbed his chest.

“What are you doing?” we jumped at him, laughing. He mumbled something as he made a run for it. I caught the word ‘Wrestling’, Fish heard, ‘Vaseline’.