Had an early dinner at Early Bird Breakfast Club with @marklouie8. Eggs Benedict is truly sumptuous. This is I think the first time I had breakfast for dinner! 🍴

Determined to brush up on my Mandarin in the most enjoyable way I can come up with: by reading subtitles and song lyrics!😅

The Resorts World branch of TWG is huge! Had so much fun feeling all fancy and smelling their teas while waiting for our orders this afternoon. I’d love to have a small package of Weekend in Saint Tropez or Race Day tea for my birthday this month, heehee! (Tried Sweet Romance tea earlier, it tasted lovely too.)

If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

What if angels did not pay attention to 
All the things that we wished they would always do
What if happiness came in a cardboard box
Then I think there is something we all forgot
What would happen if presents all went away
Tell me what would you find

Christmas Must Be Something More by Taylor Swift is one of my favorite songs for the holidays. I want to post a Christmas playlist on my blog soon! 

Fairy lights outside our home.

Paperman (2012)
Score composed by: Christophe Beck

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.

Let us cry for the spilt milk, by all means, if by doing so
we learn how to avoid spilling any more. Let us cry for the
spilt milk, and remember how, and where, and why, we spilt it.
Much wisdom is learnt through tears, but none by forgetting
our lessons.

My Gilded Nest

I would like to share one of my favorite local accessory brands, My Gilded Nest. I still remember…

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Christmas at home

This Christmas, my family put up a slim pine tree at home for the very first time since we moved here nine years ago.

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Rays of sunlight in midafternoon.

Roses and red holiday cups :3 29 days before Christmas!