Slow Mornings

Breakfast is my favorite time of the day. I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I have been enjoying my morning to the fullest. I feel like I am the type of person who loves creating my own breakfast and sitting down enjoying every bite of it. It has been my source of energy and determined my mood for the rest of the day.

Lately, I love to order the Vegan Multigrain Toast from Bakeout. The price is a little pricey for a loaf of bread but it doesn't leave me feeling bloated like any other white bread. If you have a little gluten problem like me, then you should try it out. It is definitely an acquired taste rather than a love at first bite. 

To be honest, I have spent quite some time decorating my morning plate and had it uploaded to social media. I have been receiving a lot of love from my friends and family. I do some research on the internet on how to mix and match every ingredients on my table but my favorites will always go to either eggs and toast or yogurt and banana. 

Chocolate overnight oats with banana and blueberry

I got a little greedy and threw all the proteins I have on the table 

Homemade cashew butter and raspberry jam. Sooo damnn goood but I only have once a week because it is a bit too sweet for my liking. Plus I don't really capture it on every photo but I drink orange juice almost every morning, guys. 

Another light breakfast : yogurt, fruits, granola and a tea spoon of raspberry jam cause again, I don't want to incorporate too much sugar on my plate.

Guilty pleasure. It is so nice to look at a pretty toast like this but it is a bit time consuming to spread it this way. Definitely going to work out after eating this much toppings on my toast.

Since me and gluten don't work well together so banana oat pancake it is! Not gonna lie but these pancakes are bomb! 

Goodnight readers!

Rains

I never like the idea of rains. I remember back in the day, I feel so happy to study in a place where it only rains a couple times in a year. Whenever it did, it was only a very light drop. Now that I live in tropical country, it gets a little louder towards the end of the year. It has been raining for three consecutive nights and for someone who sleeps alone, rain is the last thing I want to listen to before I go to sleep.

I never understand why people romanticize rains. I hate the idea of getting soaked in cold wet clothes or shoes. It makes my fingers wrinkle and my whole body shivers. I hate when the droplets touch my skin. Also yes, it makes my hair frizzy and my make up smudges. Perhaps, only supermodels look good under the rains, right?

I have always associated rains with fearful apprehension, even the movies do too, don't they? 

People dying - it rains 

Breakup - it rains 

Accident - it rains

Funeral - it rains

Bad villain appearing - it rains

I remember staying up until three in the morning just to wait for the rain to stop so I can sleep peacefully. I don't get how people doze off easier when it rains. Whenever it starts to pour at night, my mind starts to get uneasy. I will start worrying about my family members who haven't come home yet. Will they be safe out there driving? Are they gonna be okay? All the negative thoughts come pouring in. 

It has been like this for almost ten years now. It all started because of an accident that happened to my friend back in high school. The incident still shook me until today and I hope one day I can overcome this anxiety.

Goodnight readers!

If I ever turn 70

I am currently sitting on my computer desk contemplating about life. Looking ten years back, a lot of memories have been created. If you ask me, yes, I love creating memories and keeping them physically with me. Not that I am a hoarder, but I am well aware that the memory card in my brain is indeed very limited, or maybe I have a smaller hippocampus. I forget things easily even at a very young age. I used to write a lot of journals so that one day when I forget what happened to myself, I can turn back to those pages and reminisce about my old memories. 

I have been collecting everything since I was young : books, photographs, invitations, polaroid films, birthday letters, graduation letters, love letters, journals, you name it. Every single one is like a piece of puzzle to my life. Losing them is like losing a piece of my life puzzles, you can figure out the shape but it will never be complete again. 

I hope one day when I become a grandmother, I would still be keeping my old treasures with me. One of my biggest fear is living with dementia. It is sad how your memories will fade away one by one, forgetting what was once the happiest day of your life, forgetting how much you love someone and eventually forgetting who you are. 

When I turn 70, I hope I will be making handmade pasta and tomato salads for my grandkids. After the scrumptious meal, I would sit on the barcalounger by the living room and I would be happy to flip all those journals and photo albums of my 20s and 30s, sharing my life stories to my grandkids. I want them to know that their life will never be perfect and that's okay. Some days will be black and white while some days are colorful rainbow, but that's what makes life worth living.