Chatty Lass

Work-mania swept over me like a tidal wave the minute I arrived at work. It was unrelenting, consuming and creatively exhausting. But, it felt good to plan, create and write.

I wasn't happy, but the adrenaline rush from pushing to meet deadlines, mental planning and watching your work take its form on paper... All of it made me feel alive.

I was mentally worn out at the end of each day (which is why I didn't cook anything this entire week), but I wouldn't have had it any other way.


Monday (August 25th, 2014)

AM: Breakfast - Blueberries + savoury crackers.

JZ, the cuddle bug. Playtime, giggles and tickles made way for a well-deserved Vitagen break.

Picture credit: My colleague. Editing mine.

• Stick A Fork In Me, I'm Done

Monday (August 18th, 2014)

AM: The weekend flew by in a jiffy. I reluctantly freed myself from my comforter's cocoon, wishing that *this* happens more often.

Breakfast bowl of the day - Golden kiwi, blueberries, raw almonds, organic chia seeds and muesli on Greek yoghurt.


Noon: Lunch plate - Shepherd's Pie, the way I like it (without flaky and buttery pastry).



Noon: Take-out.


PM: Home-cooked dins. My aunt made us cheese tart, and we had that for dessert. It was sinfully decadent.






Wednesday (August 20th, 2014)

AM: Work lunacy struck the moment I reached my cubicle. Breakfast wasn't just unrealizable, it ranked the lowest in the 'Priority' column of the day.

My workspace scene that day...

A copywriter's table - Post-Its and a red pen are my best arsenal.

Chicken cakes, mash and vegetable juice.

Saturday (August 16th, 2014)

AM: A good night's rest has eluded me for the longest time. I wake up at intervals during the night for no reason, and this has been going on for awhile. By the time my alarm blares at 6:45am on weekdays, I've hardly slept a wink. So, Saturday is the only day of the week that I can attempt (keyword: attempt) to get 8 hours of unperturbed sleep.

Slid out of bed at 10am, plodded downstairs and made myself brunch.

From L to R: Herbal tea, English breakfast sausages, scrambled eggs and fresh apple-kiwi juice.

Update on Tinki Talks' Dayre.

Penang at dusk. Gorgeous.

Wore a black tee that I bought from Armani Exchange last month. Love this petite tag at the bottom left hand corner of the top.

Monday (August 12th, 2014)

AM: Day off after a weekend escapade to KL with my family to spend time with some of our friends. One of them was in NYC for a fortnight and very kindly toted back my purchases for me.

Shopping haul from US - White shirt from J Crew, and some beauty knick-knacks.

Major love for my stretch perfect shirt from J Crew. It's immensely comfy, fits me perfectly (I took a huge gamble for the second time, following *this* boo-boo the first time around) and best of all, it didn't cost me an arm and a leg.

Monday (August 4th, 2014)

AM: Tesco, Cold Storage and Sam's Groceria ran out of my favourite Greek yoghurt (Yes, I visited all THREE of 'em) and I only had one pitiful tub left, so this was my only breakfast bowl of the week.

Mango puree, kiwi, raw almonds, muesli and chia seeds topping for my bowl of Greek yoghurt.

After living for a sum total of 25++ years, there is much about living in this world that I still don't understand and find very hard to get.

Two of the greatest for me is injustice and suffering.

I have grappled deeply with both these few months, and it has been a season of valleys and dry bones at this point in my life.

The pain is real and the questions are many, most if not all, are unanswered.

This season has been unfathomably difficult, and in as much as my family, dearest friends and closest confidantes have been there for me, supporting me with prayers and words of encouragement (SO grateful for their lives), only God truly comprehends the depth of my pain, has seen every tear shed, heard the muffled sobs and feels the heart-aching sorrow in my soul which (on occasion) has made breathing laborious, instead of effortless, as it should be.

In this season, I have learned and am still learning that no matter how we may handle the hard things in life, it is only because of The Gospel do we have hope to make it through.

The Gospel gives hope in brokenness, the "how can I ever be made whole again" kind of brokenness.

It has covered my doubts, fears and even anger at times.
It has given me faith to trust Him when the horizon of Victory wasn't visible.
It has imbued me with strength to continue to do what is right and to walk in obedience to Him and Him alone when no one else seems to understand.
It has comforted me when the pain was unbearable.
It has kept me with the hope of restoration and the making of "all things new" one day.

Above all, it has promised that He will carry me till the end.

In due time, I am believing that this season of valleys and dry bones shall pass and I'll come out on the other side of this mountain, victorious.

Thursday (July 31st, 2014)

AM: Extra day off from CM yesterday, so I only got in to work today; which means that including the weekend, I got a grand total of FIVE days off. The longest I've gone without stepping foot into the office, ever since the working world beckoned.

Breakfast bowl was made up of Greek yoghurt topped with kiwi, cherries, muesli, chia seeds and raw almonds.

Two travel-size Laneige Water Bank Essence and an EOS lipbalm.