Chasing Planes Day 6: There are Good Days, and there are Great Days

Side note: I'm really terrible at this, aren't I? But better late than never, I guess?

Most vacation days don't turn out perfect, but there are those times when things just fall into place. Like my hair, for instance.

I've been trying for years - years! - to curl it with a flat iron, to no avail. But that morning, I was somehow able to coax it into submission. I haven't been able to replicate this feat since, so I'm convinced that this was a singular case of the universe being nice.


Kitchen Misadventures: Pork Belly Sisig

Sisig is traditionally made with various bits and pieces from a pig's head (including the brain - that's what makes it creamy) but I have neither the skills nor the willpower to deal with random porcine parts so I had to make do with what was readily available in these parts - pork belly.


The Minimalist Project

In a rare moment of clarity, I realized I have gone from envying people with a lot of things to being extremely jealous of those who consciously live with less.

Right now, there is nothing more appealing to me than the idea of a well-edit closet, shoe cabinet, makeup drawer, everything. I have been spending way too much time and energy accumulating, maintaining, and organizing collections upon collections of things that to be honest add very little value to my day-to-day existence, and this has to stop.

For years this blog was almost exclusively about whatever newfangled thing I managed to unearth from the bowels of the discount bins at the mall. But now maybe it could also be about the things I have gotten rid of because they made no sense.

Don't get me wrong, the end goal is not to fit my entire life in a backpack, nor do I wish to live in an empty room with nothing but a stool. I still like owning things. But for each well-loved possession there are nine others that were purchased simply because they were there and I could afford them.

I actually started something similar earlier this year, but slowly but surely I fell back to my old ways. This time, this time, I'm going to make it work, and I'll be tracking my progress here to keep me in line.

Wish me luck.


Schlepping Diaries: What's in my Carry On

It is strangely important to me to have a well-edited carry on. It's way up there next to not forgetting my passport. I think it's my way of coping with the stress of flying. Whenever I have a trip coming up, I would start planning weeks in advance - visiting travel forums, checking out blogs, trawling Muji for newfangled travel-related stuff. In contrast, I wouldn't even know who would pick me up at the airport until the day before my flight.

I do feel that after years of overzealous packing I have finally hit the Goldilocks of carry on bags - not overpacked, not underpacked, just right - when I made a quick trip home over the weekend. Everything I brought, I needed, and I did not forget anything that would've been useful. Well, except hair ties. Stupid me forgot her hair ties.

First, food.


Monday Night Shopping

Singapore may be the ultimate shopping mecca, but in time you get tired of the mob of crazy shoppers that congregate in Orchard every weekend. Eventually I figured out that the best time for me to shop would be after work on Mondays - there are way less people, staff are less harassed and are therefore (somewhat) nicer, and did I mention there are less people? I can actually walk from one store to the next without getting elbowed! Insane, right? Plus, I get to save my weekends for more important stuff like laundry, household chores, and the pinnacle of all activities, doing nothing. I binge-watched Castle the entire day yesterday, and I also managed to iron my clothes, do some hoovering, and mop the floors with lavender-scented cleaner. Mmmm Sunday.

I've actually been on makeup rehab for a couple of months now, and have been pretty good about it too. I'm pretty adept at talking myself out of buying stuff now. *beams*

So this is a bit of a relapse, I guess, but I prefer to think of it as a reward. Or as a preventive measure so I don't go batshit crazy.