The things you find off the internet...

I'm going to try drinking 3 litres of water everyday for 28 days 

Mangez bien, riez souvent, aimez beaucoup: "Eat well, laugh often, love abundantly."

I'm going to try leading the "French" Lifestyle or rather, savour my meals like how all my thin friends do. My best friend Kim can literally spend 2 hours eating a slice of carrot cake (crumb by crumb). No more, no butter, no sugar crap. Eating with my senses, here goes nothing.

Undated

A story from my journal, under a scattering of deep purple dried flower petals from a beautiful dead flower I picked off the ground on my walk home from school, lay a scrawl of bright blue ink piercing the pages and so blue it almost mimicked the gradients of the dark purple petals that covered it. Dusting the 6 petals to the crease of the binder, the story read:

The light smell of kimchi from her black lunch bag wafted through the air.

"I think I can smell your lunch," I said.

"I think it's the salad," she replied.

She placed her lunch bag on the floor. The smell disappeared. And so did she.

Under the story, a carefully printed unfinished plan wrote

4-5: go holland v.

Love at first kiss

Today, I pressed a single button on the electronic nescafe coffee making machine to produce three thick and aromatic cups of coffee. The machine worked it's magic and I stared enchanted by the jets of coffee shooting like brown pee into the small, white styrofoam cup, interchanging between jets of coffee and ending with a perfect layer of froth and somehow (magically it seemed) a sprinkling of cocoa powder over the frothy foam. My hands clutching the warm cup, I carefully put my mouth to the rim, afraid and excited. I open my mouth and took a tiny sip. It. Was. Heavenly. The soothing smell and the rich bitter taste filled my lungs with a warmth that touched the very core of my being. I was always more of a tea person but in that moment the intricate lacing of bitter coffee, smooth creamy milk and light fluffy foam, I finally understood the aromatic beauty of a cup of (cheap) delicious "home brewed" coffee. 

"Coffee should be strong as hell, black as death and sweet as love"

The perfect breakfast

love this kid 

Disney princesses serving me some lattes??? why not?

Just me and my coffee 

x 

my pet giant kitty

milk and sugar 

milk and sugar

repeat after me

It is..... it really is.

gonna try to do this

yummmm

Croissant dipped in coffee reminds me of yu za kueh dipped in kopi.

I NEED THIS SHIRT

and I AM GOING TO SWITZERLAND EVERYONE

(in a year)

but YAYYYY

when you look me in the eyes

Because you shouldn't have to do work on Fridays

"You are in love what does love look like?" 

Love is a cup of tea, sweetened by the nectar of flowers

Love is saying I don't love you

It is melted ice cream on a sunny day

a hot, cold

sweet, sticky

dripping

mess

It is the light and shadows from the blinds

It is the stories inside dried up tea bags

It is pure, naked and controversial

It fades away

or blooms

But who knows?

FITSPO:ME

Going for my first jog in AGES.

Bikini body come to me.

Diary Of the not so mysterious V

I'm going to start a diary

filled with doodles

dead flowers 

Unspoken thoughts 

Art

Doodling

Travels

Photos.

19/03/2014 

Entry 01:

Diaries aren't that immature after all.

Amen to that sista

Y/N?

Because it uses greek yogurt, therefore it is a European cake.............

If I get into the student exchange program to Europe, I shall make this beautiful Grape, Almond, and Olive oil Cake to celebrate! Everyone shall get a slice of this celebratory cake.

Mishy massy

Yes please.....

Ron..ald Mcdonald

Disco to a(n) (egg)plant

I

am 

bored

who am i who are you

QOTD

If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.Lao Tzu

Life is a continuous Journey

Spent the whole morning reading cookbooks, making blueberry yogurt parfaits, looking at Laura Catterall (She looks so good in a high waisted bikini.) and researching on "Myths and traditions of Saint Patrick's Day" which obviously led to "20 Irish Recipes", "12 easy steps to celebrating Saint Patrick's Day", a detailed google maps location of Ireland and an internal 4 minute debate on whether anyone would eat green chocolate chip cookies if I made them and scanning through my favourite and most trusted summary of everything and anything (wikipedia, yeah whatever "university kids should know better" blablabla. #suckonit). Intermittent distractions like "Gemma ward is fat-debate!/because of Ledger/she's pregnant/she quit modelling/she has twin brothers" articles, which I felt were shallow and far fetched yet strangely addictive. It made me reflect on the skewed way everything is portrayed by the media and how scary and horrible it must be to be a celebrity under the non-stop scrutiny of the paparazzi especially with the prevalence of the internet.

Back to the books I should go, out of my pyjamas and into the warm loving arms of business law, management, operations management, accountancy and nation building. I love thee like a thunderstorm on a sunny day.

What am I doing with my life? Is business the life for me? 

I have no idea but... Whoever does?