The past two weeks have been a hellish blur and I’m not too sure I’ve quite caught up yet. Time just seems to fly quicker than ever and all I seem to want, selfishly, is more of it. I’m dumping a few thoughts here in case I forget.
Finding purpose doesn’t come with a specific equation. Every step involves a rather intimate internal process that can be as quick as a light bulb moment or as long as forever. Often, it comes from finding one’s unequivocal passion or taking steps to realise one’s dreams. Sometimes, it comes from how one deals with the manifestations of the choices you make – albeit some a little too early and some a little too late.
Watched Noah Baumbach’s While We’re Young in timely fashion as my social media feed has been peppered with sonograms and new baby photos (yes, I’m in that age group!). It’s quite hilarious, really, when I see former party animal friends transform into the mellow, responsible parents they are today. I fondly chuckle at the sight of them with milk bottles in hand, when memories of us necking bottles of vodka are still rather vivid. But then they have that certain look for their kids, filled with so much love and pride. It’s heart-melting and in a way, I kind of understand love a little bit more.
Anyway. On to this Sunday.
The FT Weekend.
More blog posts and Zomato reviews on delicious food (but of course) I’ve been eating lately. Delinquent food blogger, I know.
My friend Jesse should really record more tunes. Check out We Are The Birds on Soundcloud.
Say these words and I’ll play hard to get
Let’s pretend we didn’t see this coming for a minute
Then touch my hand
Feel like it’s pounding
And trying to break through
Reaching towards you the stars up high are bending towards you
Oh. Would you lie me down?
Lie me down, will you?
…about Furious 7. More story than action this time around but I still thought it was rather entertaining. The sixth instalment is my favourite thus far, but admittedly the montage dedicated to Paul in the last few minutes tickled a bit of heart strings.
…about chasing dreams and how the timing of life falls accurately. Perhaps we are really always where we need to be.
Diptyque Eau Moheli eau de toilette. Apparently a tribute to ylang-ylang, it’s a woody, musky, floral type scent. I find it quite androgynous and it’s not a bad scent but I still prefer Do Son.
for brownies to magically appear on my lap.
for a sunshiney, pollen-allergy-free Spring.
A yellow crop top and boxers sous les draps.
my Cineworld Unlimited Card. Finally, a way to watch unlimited films for just £20 a month. Isn’t that a bargain?
at least full 6 hours of sleep. Time.
at least full 6 hours of sleep
Butterflies in my stomach… partly due to hunger, partly due to a bit of anxiety.