Print from Remember Your First Love.
There are days when you get really discouraged with what you’re doing. Even if you’re pushing with all your might, things seem to leak out at the cracks.
I’m trying very hard not to delve deeper into my troubles and I’m practicing filtering what I share with people. You don’t want to seem too riled up about something when you know that it’s just part of life. Besides, all things come to an end, good things or bad.
The mantra above is what I’ve been silently chanting to myself on a daily basis. It has helped. So has dream building and being thankful for what I DO have. I think that’s a good exercise. Listing down what you’re thankful for and reciting them every morning or whenever you’re feeling down. Before you know it, all the negative thoughts have slipped away quietly from your head.
What do you do to chase the blues away?
There are days where you refuse to get out of bed. There are days where even opening your eyes to greet the day becomes such an arduous task you miss your aim at the snooze button.
But today was not that day for me. No sirree. Why?
Because I wanted to BAKE BROWNIES.
Of course, there’s nothing better in this world than to eat dessert for breakfast. Or for any meal for that matter. Or maybe that’s just me. :B
Anyway, clutching the recipe I scribbled down from Cook Like Your Grandmother, I put myself to work in the kitchen. Easy, basic recipes are the best. My philosophy in the kitchen is: the less complicated the process, the better. Therefore, it only took me a couple of ingredients and less than an hour to whip up this heavenly treat.
I switched the cocoa powder to melted dark chocolate and the chocolate chips to peanut butter chips. Unfortunately, there weren’t that many chips as a certain someone almost devoured the whole bag. Hmph.
Here’s the end result:
One of my sweethearts is in Paris for the month. As messages bounce back and forth between us, my longing to pack up and go travel has ballooned immensely. Ah, to be able to breathe in foreign air and view the Eiffel Tower up close. She showed me a picture of the Arc de Triomphe and I have to be honest, a tear or two started rolling down my face.
These feet are aching to trudge across foreign lands, these eyes are pining for fresh new sights and these lips long to part for luxurious new tasty treats. I meant food, of course. :)
It came to a point where I started filtering through AirBnB for accommodation in Europe and narrowing them down to my proposed budget and needs. Even though my finances aren’t quite fit enough for such a trip.
Nevertheless, this has indeed pushed me to work harder. This is something I really want. Scratch that. Something that I really NEED. So wish me luck that my hopes become a reality!
As usual, it’s been ages since I’ve penned an entry into this blog. Instead of making excuses, I’ll just lay out my proposal for you.
I’ll be sharing more personal thoughts on this space in addition to the usual pretty pictures and cute finds. I’ll be filing them under the ‘Journal Entries’ tab so you can separate them from the normal content. I find that writing long notes and rants quite therapeutic and considering my dwindling writing skills, I thought I’d start typing out those thoughts instead of letting them simmer in my head.
This time I promise I shall make it a point to update ever so often. :)
Afer scouring the kitchen for ages, I finally found my long-lost ramekins. This only meant ONE thing. I was going to have to dive in head first into unfamiliar territory. Baked eggs.
I’ve seen these delectable savoury treats make its rounds on my favorite blogs. This one for example. Even my friends were in on the action. They sounded so simple, yet so scrumptious. I knew I had to give it a try.
So yesterday, while clinging to the basic recipe my friend Chloe directed me to, I concocted my own version of baked eggs with what I had on hand. This was the result:
I whipped it up in about half an hour, including baking time. I just sautéed garlic, slices of beef salami, shredded leftover chicken and a dash of full cream milk on low heat. Then I poured everything in a ramekin, cracked the egg over it and added some salt and Italian herbs. It came out like custard and was a dream. Although I do believe I’m only supposed to spoon in one tablespoon of cream. :)
I can’t wait to add in mushrooms and spinach. Perhaps add some grated cheese as well. The variations are endless.
What do you like to put in your baked eggs? Any tips for amateurs like me?
Lately I’ve been pretty obsessed with colored jeans. This just means I spend hours online perusing websites selling brightly hued pants without actually you know, purchasing them. I asked a few friends and some of them were aghast as to why I’d even THINK of decorating my pins with anything other than black or blue. I remember how I used to make fun of my bestie’s purple cord pants. In retrospect, they probably weren’t that bad and I’m clearly aware that I’m eating my own words now. ;)
Out of all the shades on the color wheel, I felt particularly drawn to the mint green and teal varieties. They’re not too far from the norm yet they don’t truly fit in either.
Alas, these prized pants are not easy to find. Nevertheless, here are some of my favorites:
Asos Petite Mint Green Skinny Jeans. This one reminds me of candy and sweet sherbet. Definitely my fave.
Modcloth Bookish Babe Jeans in Aqua. These are more blue than they are green or mint green so I think I’d pass this one.
Perhaps for something a bit ‘louder’, these green pants from Modcloth look great too:
Modcloth Days of Bold Pants
After much mulling over, I realized that even if I were to score one of these awesome finds, I probably would only wear them once. It’s the shyness in me, you see. Now, Brightly colored MAXI SKIRTS on the other hand, I LOVE. I have a few sitting in my closet and on my wish list but we’ll save that for later, yes?
What do YOU think of colored pants? Yay or nay?