Today we spent about 15 minutes driving to a mini farm. We stayed for about an hour. Nothing extraordinary happened. There were no big celebrations, no special occasions, and no grand adventure. We walked slowly. My daughter touched some animals for the first time. She fed them too. We watched her curiosity take over as she looked at each animal with wide eyes. We followed her pace instead of rushing from one spot to another. We took our time and enjoyed the moment. It was simple. And somehow, it made me happy. On the drive home, I realised something. I've spent a lot of time writing about finding glitter. Finding glitter in comments. Finding glitter in rainy mornings. Finding glitter in ordinary moments. But today reminded me that sometimes we don't find the glitter. Sometimes we create it ourselves. Living overseas can be expensive. I think many people who live away from home understand this feeling. Sometimes I find myself caught between wanting to save more and wanting to e...

I came across a video on TikTok recently. The creator said:  "I truly believe if you do good things, good things will come back to you. It will all work out. Even better than you can imagine right now. Everything is possible. Every single thing happens for a reason, and maybe right now you can't see the reason, but one day you will." It was beautifully said. It inspired me to do better, think better, and act kinder. Then I went into the comment section. Some people wrote: "Not true." "I believe this too." "I did good things my whole life and still got treated badly." "Always grateful." "That's not how life works." The comments were all over the place. And honestly, I think that's both the beauty and the ugliness of social media. Everyone gets a voice. Everyone gets to bring their own experiences into the conversation. A single video can feel encouraging to one person and frustrating to another. One person watches i...

I know this is probably going to be too much information, but being able to poop every day somehow gives me glitter. There. I said it. In fact, this whole blog post idea came to me while I was sitting on the toilet.  Not exactly the glamorous kind of inspiration people usually talk about, but here we are. The older I get, the more I realise how many things we take for granted until something goes wrong.  Breathing comfortably.  Sleeping through the night.  Walking without pain.  Eating whatever we want.  And yes, even being able to poop regularly. These are things we rarely celebrate because they happen quietly in the background every single day.  We simply expect them to work.  Until one day they don't.  I once came across a quote that said: "When you're healthy, you have a hundred wishes. When you're sick, you only have one." The first time I read it, I thought it sounded a little dramatic.  Now I understand it completely.  When w...

I wish I could tell the whole world how amazing my husband is. I grew up surrounded by people who measured someone’s worth by how much money they had. Back then, I was young and naive too, so sometimes I almost believed it. But then I met my husband.  And somehow, he changed the way I see love completely.  I realised it was never really about money. It was always about personality. About the kind of man someone is when nobody is looking. Since I was young, I used to pray for a man with a charming smile, a sharp jawline, someone funny and playful, someone who would make me feel wanted, support my interests, stay beside me through everything, and make life feel a little lighter. And somehow… I found all of that in him. People around me used to tell me I could “do better” just because he drove a small car and came from a simple village background. But I never saw him that way.  I was happy with him then, and I’m still happy with him now. One day, I came across a simple quote...

I’m writing this while my baby is sleeping beside me. The house is finally quiet for a little while, and somehow, it gave me glitter. And yes, we got married. Married to the man who gave me butterflies the very first time I saw him. It still feels funny to me sometimes because if you knew us back then, you probably wouldn’t expect us to end up together. We were so different. He was adventurous. Fearless. Always chasing experiences.  And me? I was the type to overthink everything. The type to disappear when feelings started becoming real. But somehow, life kept pulling us back towards each other. Looking back now, I think one of the reasons I kept avoiding him was because I knew he was different. There was something about him that felt too sincere, too genuine, and maybe that scared me a little.  Because when you meet someone who feels safe, suddenly love becomes real. And real things are scary sometimes. But I still remember how patient he was with me. Even after years of bein...

I met my husband through a friend of a friend. The first time I saw him, I felt a little butterfly in my stomach, but I brushed it off because I didn’t think it would work out. We had very different interests. He was the first person I knew who was very adventurous. He hikes, skates, dives, snowboards… basically, he would try everything he could. Meanwhile, I was the complete opposite. Very subtle, not really adventurous. I only liked hiking. I tend to avoid things that might hurt me because I still carry little traumas from random things in life. I even have a fear of roosters because I got attacked by one when I was younger 😭 and the funny thing is...my husband’s Chinese zodiac is a rooster. HAHA. At first, we were really just friends. Hiking buddies.  But slowly, my feelings towards him started to grow.  And then one day…I disappeared. Yup. Just like that, I disappeared. He did try to contact me, but I ignored him for years. But somehow, he kept coming back. He kept asking...