Since I've been younger, I've wanted the whirlwind kind of life. Always on the run, constantly doing something different and forever independent of the ordinary. I still want that. I want my life to be absolutely hectic. Messy. Scary. Adventurous. I want to be someone who has sampled innumerous cuisines and set foot in unpronounceable… Continue reading A chaotic, whirlwind kind of life
Category: Thoughts
Love
Love, the big word. Daunting, fulfilling and wholesome. I've been wondering, what does 'love' mean to me? My idea of this concept has changed over the years, and will continue to change through the years. Only, I think I want to document what it means to me right now at 4:16 PM, 11th April, 2020,… Continue reading Love
Money
I've been thinking. Most things I want to do in life require money. Travelling places. Adventure sports. Eating food from around the world. Drinking exotic wines. Buying different kind of clothing. I do understand that these things can be done on a budget, and I do understand that this budget can be as low as… Continue reading Money
Loud and Opinionated
This is something that's been on my mind lately. When I was younger, and to an extent, maybe even today, I wonder about people who are so 'out there' with their opinions and their views. I really do. And I don't mean it in the sense that I think they're wrong or because I don't… Continue reading Loud and Opinionated
Goals?
I've never been the most ambitious person. I've never aimed to be the 'best' or the 'biggest achiever'. For some reason though, it's somehow always happened for me. Though I never actively strive to be the best, I end up being in the top four or five when it comes to most activities that matter.… Continue reading Goals?
Feeling Awkward
I don't know how wordpress entirely works yet and I have no idea if what I'm doing is the right way it should be done, but I woke up this Sunday morning at about 7: 53 AM and I have not able to go back to sleep since. Mostly because my stomach feels a little… Continue reading Feeling Awkward
Some books I love
Small specks of my long-term memory allow me glimpses of what it was like when I first learned to read. I didn't read my first, tenth or fifteenth story book at school like some children do. Instead, I enjoyed my first ever story with my head laying on my papa's chest and his voice reading… Continue reading Some books I love
Memoirs of a Muse 