There is little I appreciate more in this world than having a friend who is as spontaneous as I am. All it took was for an initial summer plan to crumble into smithereens one night for Aimee and I to concoct a plan B for summer 2017: fly to Ibiza in 10 days time. I was certainly delirious when we agreed on our new destination (3 AM brains have a tendency to be highly strung). Within two hours, I had narrowed accommodation research down to a single hotel, calculated flight prices and wrapped up all relevant information in a neat 10-slide PowerPoint for Aimee to read in the morning. Continue reading “Fresh in Ibiza”
I’m writing this as I stand in line waiting to board a train that is being incrementally delayed. A departure that should have happened 15 minutes ago will now happen 30 minutes from now – or so they have reassured us time and time again. And so we wait.
Continue reading “2017 Goals”
I’m not one to believe in New Year’s Resolutions. At least not when it comes to quantitative resolutions. The cynical side of me knows that I will never be the girl who counts her daily water consumption or the girl who regulates her sleeping schedule to a T. I’ll leave that to those with more patience. Instead, I prefer the ‘vague’ resolutions; the ones that aren’t necessarily measured by defined units.
Continue reading “A Recap (2016) & Resolutions (2017)”
It can’t be that uncommon to make plans with a friend, only to never execute them for the following three years due to busy schedules – or so I tell myself. As young 15 year olds, we had excitedly drawn up the perfect sleepover plan filled with Teen Vogue readings and Animal Crossing. Yes, we were indeed still at an age of certain naivety, in which we relished in more infantile entertainments. And to be entirely honest, I still have yet to outgrow my childish ideas of fun. (Watching some of the adults around me, I don’t believe there is a deadline for that.)
Continue reading “For Old Time’s Sake”
“Spring-cleaning” has been a notion that I’ve lusted after for years since I was a child. It had been an idea introduced to me through the very first chapter of “The Wind in the Willows” and I had always imagined how refreshing it would feel to rid myself of the old, leaving everything sparkling clean. But up until this year, spring had always been one of the most chaotic seasons; end-of-school-year exhaustion built up, impending exams saturated my time and every moment of respite that I could snatch would be spent basking in the sun (because frankly, that had always tempted me more than cleaning).
Continue reading “The Beauty of Rediscoveries”
“Let us be young”, I want to say. Let us allow time to slip through our fingers, because only then might we realise just how precious it truly is. Perhaps these regrets were meant for us to realise that time is not something that we are in the power of controlling. Perhaps being idle is part of youth.
Continue reading ““Youth is wasted on the young.””
Teenage years are possibly the first period of self-realisation in one’s life; a time when we gradually begin to contextualise our position in the world and discover the many facets of ourselves that will construct our future being.
Continue reading “Of Experimentation and Amsterdam”