20 Nov 2013 § Leave a Comment
“It has to mean something to you.”
That was the advice I received from friends who have tattoos.
It took around three years from when the thought of getting a tattoo first entered my mind to when the needle finally hit my skin. I had plenty of ideas prior to this, mainly circling around my daughter’s name and birthdate, but all my ideas were very vague and fluid…I just could not consolidate it into a piece of artwork. Strangely enough, I found my tattoo artist way before I knew what I wanted - Lynda from Pink Tattoos…I’ve been following her work via Instagram for quite awhile and fell in love with her lovely and delicate word tattoos.
They say that when you know, you know. That timing is everything. It’s the same with this tattoo.
The Time Traveler’s Wife is one of my favorite books of all time. I’ve read it over and over again (always with a box of tissues next to me), but this time, when I reached the last phrase in the letter that Henry wrote to Claire:
There and then, I just knew that that’s what I wanted. It fit. Those three words which previously was just part of a story that I love, somehow resounded so strongly with where I was in life right now.
Every experience that I’ve had in the past couple of years had required fundamentally one thing from me: patience. And those who know me well knows that patience is one of the virtues that I’ve always lacked in bucketloads. It’s very hard to me to sit back and just…wait. Yet that’s what I have been doing in what has been, for me, the hardest 5 years I’ve had so far.
Waiting. Waiting for something to be resolved. Waiting for something to happen.
And thru it all, the one thing I’ve learnt is to let things just flow. Things are delayed for a reason, things don’t happen for a reason…and it’s ok.
I no longer feel the need to push through certain things because I believe there’s a higher reason why it isn’t happening now. And no, I’m not a particularly religious person hence when I say ‘higher’, it may mean god, or fate, or kismet. Who knows.
To me, those three words perfectly encapsulates what it means to wait. Because truly, time is nothing. We will get there. I will get there.
Despite my misgivings, the whole process was relatively painless and over in 20 or less minutes. A friend had warned me that it would be addictive and she was right…by the time I walked out, I knew I just had to have a second one done, and this time, it’s definitely going to be my daughter’s name or birthdate, or both.
What made this whole experience even more meaningful was the actual date of the appointment…but that’s another story for another day…
8 Nov 2013 § Leave a Comment
I very rarely drink.
And by very rarely I actually mean that I drank my first proper alcoholic drink about 4 years ago, and that the number of alcoholic drinks I’ve had in this year alone is very likely still a single digit number.
I don’t particularly like the taste of alcohol, be it hard liquor or wine and tend to veer more towards cocktails…having tried margaritas (the salt makes it bearable), mojitos (the mint makes it bearable), sangria (the fruits…) and lychee martinis (yes, the lychee…). Heh.
Amongst the short list of cocktails that I’ve tried, I have to confess that I do like the occasional peach bellinis though; probably the only drink I’ve managed to finish in one night. Yes, I’m known to have the unenviable talent of nursing my drink for a couple of hours…
But not anymore!
I bought this bottle of ice wine on a whim at the airport and it has been sitting in my fridge for almost a year. Finally had an occasion to open it and oh my oh my…
The incredible sweetness of the wine was absolutely lovely and so refreshing. The alcohol content must have been really low as well coz I polished off two glasses without feeling the least bit tipsy! Flushed, yes…but definitely still 100% sober.
So yes, I suppose I can finally add ice wine to my currently non-existent repertoire of wines that I’ve tried.
Love at first sip, really.
3 Nov 2013 § 1 Comment
Midnight baking at its best.
80% dark chocolate ganache, salted caramel, and a chocolate cake that has 1.5 cups of strong coffee in it.
This is NOT a cake for kids.
24 Oct 2013 § 1 Comment
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love.”
~ Galway Kinnell
21 Oct 2013 § Leave a Comment
…do you always feel so inevitable to me?
[piper to alex; orange is the new black]
11 Oct 2013 § 1 Comment
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