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...

Today was the first time my husband brought our daughter out, just the two of them. And for the first time in two years. I stayed home alone for about 40 minutes. Surprisingly, I wasn’t emotional because I was finally alone. I was emotional because my daughter is finally big enough to go out with her daddy without needing me beside her all the time. It made me realize how much we’ve grown. My daughter and I have never really been separated ever since she was born. Wherever I went, she went too. Especially when my husband used to work 12-hour shifts, it was always just her and me together all day and all night. She was a velcro baby. Then when she turned 6 months old, she developed very severe eczema, which made her even more attached to me. There was a phase where she mostly only wanted me. She wanted her daddy too, but usually only when I was around. We never really had a strong support system around us like some people do. For the longest time, our strength was only each other. My st...

I thought I was poor until I realized rich isn’t always about money. I come from a very big family, and honestly, I’m proud of that. We used to live deep in the forest where we had to walk about 45 minutes just to reach the main road. Shops were far away too, especially since we didn’t have a car at that time.  When I was in school, I had to wake up as early as 4am every morning just to catch public transport and arrive at school by 7am. So growing up, I thought I was poor.  I thought if your house was near the school, you were rich.  If your parents had their own car and could send you to school, you were rich. I was young and naive. I was raised with the mindset that being rich was only measured by how much money you had.  But as time went by, I grew up and moved out. That’s when I slowly realized something. I was actually rich all along. When I was a child, I was taken care of very well. My mum prepared everything for her children. We had food on the table ev...

I grew up in a very big family where the girls were always expected to be in the kitchen and learn how to cook from a very young age. I watched my mother cooking non-stop every single day, from breakfast to lunch to dinner. Back then, it just felt like a normal daily routine in the house. Now that I’m married and a stay-at-home mum, I finally understand the kind of love hidden behind those everyday meals.  It almost feels automatic for me now, making sure there’s always food on the table, thinking about what to cook tomorrow, wondering what meal would make my husband happy after work or what my daughter would enjoy eating today. I know today’s era is different from before. Nowadays, things are more equal, and many husbands cook too, which honestly, I think is beautiful. But for me personally, cooking somehow became part of the way I love people. To be honest, cooking is tiring, and I don’t always enjoy the process of it. Thinking about meals every single day can feel exhausting som...

Every time my period is about to come, I suddenly get this strong urge to deep clean the whole house. Not just normal cleaning, but the kind where I want to clean every dusty little corner, change the bedding, wipe everything slowly, reorganize tiny spaces nobody even notices. It’s kinda like the nesting phase before I gave birth.  But honestly, I’ve been like this long before pregnancy too. Even back when I was a teenager, I would suddenly get the urge to clean deeply whenever my emotions felt heavier. It somehow became a habit that grew up with me. Pregnancy just made me understand that feeling differently.  I remember cleaning slowly while heavily pregnant, folding tiny baby clothes and preparing little corners of the house with so much love. Now whenever the feeling comes back, it reminds me of that version of myself again somehow. I also realized cleaning became my way of handling my period mood swings. Instead of letting myself feel too overwhelmed or angry at everything...

It’s been two years since I became a mum.  Now I kinda understand the feeling of becoming a mother.  I still remember the moment I pushed my baby into this world. My midwife looked at me and said, “You’re really born to be a mother.” At that moment, honestly, I didn’t really think much about what she meant. I was just proud of myself because… wow, I’m a mum now. Growing up, I used to think mums just naturally knew how to do everything.  But now that I’m older and a mum myself, I finally understand that mothers are learning as they go too. They were also just daughters once. Just girls once. Just humans trying their best while life keeps moving. Motherhood feels so emotional to me now. There are so many unspoken things about being a mum. Some beautiful, some exhausting, some lonely, some overwhelming.  But somehow mothers still keep showing up every day with love in their hands. And maybe that’s why I think mothers are a little bit like sunflowers. Always trying to fi...

Growing up, instant noodles were never really on the list whenever we were hungry. My mum would rarely feed us instant noodles because somehow, there were always proper meals ready at home. Breakfast, lunch, tea time munchies and dinner. There was always food prepared by my mum. But there were times when I saw my mum eating instant noodles on her own.  And I remember seeing how much my mum enjoyed it. The way she looked was so comforted just by eating instant noodles. Back then I didn’t really understand it. As I grew older and finally reached the age where I could eat instant noodles whenever I wanted, I still didn’t think much about it.  But now that I’ve moved overseas, became a mum, and sta rted living life on my own away from family. I finally understand that feeling somehow. There’s this weird comfort that comes with instant noodles.  And yes, I know it’s “not healthy.” But honestly, sometimes eating something comforting makes me mentally happy too. And I think ment...

I like to spoon-feed my baby myself sometimes. I know one day she’ll hold her own spoon, make her own meals, and probably not even need me standing in the kitchen anymore. I think that’s why I’m enjoying this phase while it’s still here. I’ve seen a lot of modern parenting culture that pushes “faster milestones,” like teaching babies to eat on their own as early as possible, and honestly, I think it’s amazing. Babies really do learn so fast. But life already moves fast enough already. One minute I’m carrying a tiny baby in a baby carrier, the next minute she’s already running around the house, talking, asking for snacks every five minutes, and telling me, “It’s okay mummy, I can do it myself.” Feeding her feels small and ordinary, but somehow it feels really sentimental to me. Of course, there are times when I’m rushing, tired, overstimulated, or simply don’t want to be bothered. But whenever I can, I try to stop for a moment and slow things down. I try to enjoy it. I try to cherish it...

At first, it felt like I had just gone away to boarding school. Everything here felt foreign to me. Adjusting to new places, new weather, and new ways of socialising.  I was deeply homesick. I wanted to go back home so badly, but with COVID and everything else happening at the time, it wasn’t easy. Day by day, I slowly learned to let go of the things I couldn’t control. I stopped forcing everything and just learned to go with the flow, hoping better days would eventually come. Somehow, the roads that once felt confusing slowly became familiar to me. The grocery stores didn’t feel so foreign anymore, and even the cold weather that I used to complain about all the time started feeling a little more normal. Then somewhere along the way, this place slowly stopped feeling temporary. I became a mom here. I created routines here. I cried here. I healed here. And maybe without realising it, little pieces of me started growing roots here too. Maybe that’s why this place slowly became par...

Yes, life is still hard sometimes. But there are also a lot of small things that keep me going every day. As a first time mom, a stay at home mom, and someone living far away from my family, I’m basically living in an unfamiliar place. I can honestly say it has been a lot to handle, but somehow I managed through it all because I always come back to this mindset where I believe that despite everything, there’s always a little glitter somewhere. I learn as I go, and I’m still learning how to fit into this new place and this new version of life. Finding the glitter is not always easy, especially after becoming a mom. Going through postpartum without my close family felt strange to me. It didn’t feel common because I grew up in a very big family. When I was younger, I watched my late mom and my siblings take care of each other during pregnancy and postpartum. They babysat the baby so the mother could rest or have some “me time.” So I thought I would go through the same thing too. Litt...

I didn’t realise that writing in a small book that I called my diary was actually such a big thing for me. Writing has always been one of my favourite things to do, other than drawing, to keep my creativity alive. I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I’m angry, confused, or completely clueless. I write my goals, my thoughts, and sometimes even my manifestations. Being able to read back what I wrote gives me a strange kind of comfort. There’s something satisfying about revisiting my past thoughts and seeing the different versions of myself through the years. As someone who never really had a “close friend,” writing became my way of coping with things. I do have friends, but not everyone understands you the way you hope they would. I think being mysterious has always been part of me, and writing somehow lets me stay that way, if that makes sense. Writing lets me express my feelings without feeling judged right in front of my face. Some people might say I bottle u...

I tried to let it go, but I kept asking myself why. Why do I have to let my habit of writing go, when my journals have always been there for me, stacking up over the years like companions that never really asked for anything in return? They were filled with random thoughts, small feelings, and things I didn’t know how to say out loud, and somehow, that was enough. Then at some point, I got into this idea of becoming more minimal. It felt like the right thing to do, like I was supposed to let go of things I didn’t need anymore. So I told myself it was time to move on, to become someone who doesn’t hold onto things, someone who can clear everything and start fresh. And I did. Page by page, memory by memory, I let it all go. For a while, it felt like I was doing something right. But somehow, writing kept finding its way back to me. It showed up in small ways, like when I passed by a stationery section, or when I walked into a store just to look and ended up leaving with another journal ...