you’re glowing

the flame sustains its glow
flickering as the wind blows.

the light is the protective shield,
an aura of power to wield.

keep this forceful energy alive,
it will keep you warm to survive.


home cookin’ challenge of 2020

Given my current trajectory, I’m anticipating I’ll be home cookin’ all throughout 2020, so I thought of an interesting challenge for myself. Each month, I’m going to specifically try one recipe I find on WordPress, so I’ll have cooked up a total of 12 different recipes by the end of December 2020. I’m super excited!

Stir fried udon noodles
Broccoli, fried tofu, shrimp fish balls, udon noodles and bok choy

For any food bloggers (or food enthusiasts like me) who are reading, feel free to post a recipe you think I should try and leave a link down below. I’ll definitely check out some of the food bloggers I’m currently following to see if I get inspired.

The recipes I’m specifically looking for are going to be ones I haven’t necessarily tried before, the ingredients aren’t too expensive and aren’t too complicated to make. I’ll post up photographs of my finished creation. I’m excited to bake some desserts, try some new appetizers and discover some great wholesome dinner recipes.

lemon and orange bars

Reasons for doing this:

  • It’s a challenge, so it’ll be interesting to see if I actually complete this!
  • I’m always up for learning new things, so I’m sure there are so many recipes out there that I’ll love and would want to use over and over again.
  • This will keep me motivated to do more home cookin’ in case I lose steam next year and get me to document more like I used to.
  • I want to also showcase some cool WordPress food blogs out here and give them some love!

Feel free to join the home cookin’ challenge of 2020 if you think this is something you’d like to do, too. I’d LOVE to follow and see which recipes you end up choosing each month, as well. I guess I’ll stick this on my homepage, so I don’t forget!

compromise means promise

I toss and turn,
One side to the other.
Loyalty to neither
I lay on my back
Against the wall
Without knowing
The way, the choice.

Being standstill,
Stagnates and stales.
Muscles atrophy,
Brain cells dwindle
Creativity becomes bare.
Until I join the two sides;
As teammates, not enemies.

Compromise means promise. It means hope. It means there is some kind of agreement in some shape or form. We don’t need to become one another to reach our ultimate shared goals: happiness, freedom, love and security. But we do need to meet in the middle. We need to come to terms with what we do agree with and what we can compromise from each side in order to reach said goals. There is no need for hate. There is no need for violence or anger.

We need to be honest. And we need to be vulnerable. We need to communicate in a realistic way in order to get through the heavy layer of superficiality, pride, and pettiness in order to get to the core issues. The issues that need addressing.

It will take time. It will take a lot of trust. But the truest of all the statements is that we need to want to first.

no takeout for 30 days – notes & tips

My family and I have not eaten takeout for about a month now for any meals. It was purely by accident. This realization came about when I was out grocery shopping for turkey burger ingredients that I’m going to make today (ahhh, so excited to figure out the seasonings and assembling the final product with melted American cheese, a slice of tomato, lettuce and a homemade sauce). In the past, takeout would be more frequent within the month. I’d just drive over to the nearest fast food place, place an order and pay. Wait. Drive home. Avoid crazy drivers (can you hear the annoyance in my voice haha) Eat it–knowing I’m poorer for it and not knowing how the burger was made. If I felt motivated, I’d make my own, but it wasn’t, sadly, my first instinct to do so. It just felt too much of a hassle. And weirdly, now it feels the opposite: it’s a hassle to get takeout.

Cooking has become a bit therapeutic for me. I really enjoy it. My favorite is cutting the veggies and sauteing them in the pan. In the past, I’ve posted a lot of my home cookin’ here. This renewed love for it has overflowed into my daily life and now my family and I can enjoy the delicious creations.

Here are some of my favorites from past posts:

After coming to this realization, I wanted to share a few notes and tips I had in case it’s something you want to try out, too.

The Benefits

  • I feel like my diet is more in my control. I’m not on a specific diet per se, but more in that I am aware of the amount of veggies I’m eating and my serving size. It’s not decided for me as it would be if I were to order out. Was anyone else shocked when you learned how many more calories were in a fast food salad as opposed to french fries? What?!?
  • I’m saving loads of money. Well, not loads, but a lot based on calculating the amount of what it would cost for each meal. I never eat out for each meal, but you know what I mean. For example, if I were to make mac & cheese, the cost of the ingredients alone would be a fraction of a price of a bowl of it at a restaurant. And homemade would be for a family size, not just a cup.
  • The act of making something for myself and others and having it be enjoyed is so gratifying. It’s instant, too. Now I understand my mom’s love for cooking more. She’d always want me to get seconds or to bring some leftovers with me when I left. It’s a form of creation and love.
  • Cooking at home is another way for me to exercise my creativity. I love finding recipe gems I’ve used over and over, but also modify each time. Maybe this needed more onion powder or less soy sauce next time. Maybe next time I’ll use shrimp instead of beef.
  • It seems to put everyone in a good mood. Good food is important for our health in all aspects of our lives, including emotional and mental. And homemade just always tastes better to me. It’s nourishing.


  • Start with super easy recipes and start small. The first step is to develop confidence in the cooking process itself and feel comfortable with what you have.
  • And you don’t need to be fancy for every meal. You have a loaf of bread, eggs and cheese? That’s a breakfast or lunch. So is just plain cereal. You have some frozen spinach, onions and rice. That could be a meal, too.
  • Frozen food is a good one, too. We’re currently working on eating up frozen pizzas we bought, which we will unlikely buy again since it just doesn’t taste good.
  • I’m not sure if this is true for everyone else, but the more food I made, the more I was inclined to continue. I went from basic easy recipes to more elaborate and time-consuming. A genuine passion develops and the food starts to taste a lot better with all the practice. And my motivation to seek out new recipes.
  • Plan a few days in advance about which dishes you want to make and then go to the grocery store. The more supplies you have ready at home, the likelihood you’ll want to use it (at least this is the case for me and needing to be budget conscious). The more you do this, the more you realize which food items are your staples and which are just special once in a while items.
  • Always have the right basic tools ready. It’s annoying to be in the middle of cooking only to find out you are missing that 1/3 measuring cup or a mixing bowl big enough for the mixture.
  • Experiment with the different spices and seasonings that are available. There are so many amazing flavorings out there that are available to us. I’m still learning this myself. Spices are expensive, so I want to make sure I actually use them. Some basics I always have on hand and replenish are: onion powder, garlic powder, cumin, paprika, salt, pepper, vanilla, cinnamon, sesame oil, and soy sauce. I feel like I’m forgetting something, but this is the gist.

I hope this was helpful. I hope I continue on this streak. It makes me genuinely proud and happy. And I am so grateful to find peace and joy in cooking.

My cooking/baking goals at the moment (but I’m in no rush):

  • Bread loaf
  • Ice-cream
  • Thai yellow curry from scratch
  • Chili
  • A delicious pie


honesty is the sand particles
on the beach of low tide.
they can never fully form
in the palm of my hand.
loads fall to the ground
when carried for a long time,
only a few remain loyal
like coins of spare change.

but when water is added
potential for sculptures arise
like the waves from the high tide.
clumps become castles and mountains.
admired, awed and seen with pride;
no longer is honesty an elusive lover
it has become a created structure;
the kind that is followed and believed.

I recall a question I got asked a lot as a kid, “What’s your favorite ice-cream?” And it would always be strawberry because I liked the pink color. As I got a little older, it changed because I actually accounted for the taste. I liked strawberry, but for honesty sake it wasn’t my favorite. It was vanilla & chocolate. It became cookie dough. It was mint chocolate chip. I don’t have a favorite now. As long as it has some kind of chocolate and that good vanilla taste, I’m more than satisfied.

But I think in society, a lot of people like those closed corners and checked boxes. They understand and believe in labels or titles. Or follow structures that may no longer make sense anymore but it’s what we created. It was easy for me to be brand loyal growing up because it’s easier to not think about it really. Sure, I’ll stick with that product and name because it’s reliable and I use it all the time. Then other factors became priority as my age added another year like budgeting, compromising preferences with significant others and just plain old convenience.

Although I think a lot of people are still brand loyal, I like to think that a lot of them aren’t. They are seeking truth and honesty of something beyond what is created for them. They are using other senses to detect a deeper level of understanding. It was so easy for me to admire the metaphorical beautiful sand castles, but now, I think about how are they made, what they are made from and why are they made?

I realized lately that I am on the hunt for the kind of honesty that will stick with me and keep me grounded. Honesty that can make real changes for the better. I no longer want the pretty pink color, I want that delicious taste, too. Honesty and truth feels like pure gold; feels like something I see and hear about, but never really ever get to hold in my hand.

december 2019

The last month of this year. The last year and month of the year 20-teen decade. I didn’t want to miss you. I wanted to make sure I said hello before you drift on by and 2020 comes swinging around and you’re long gone.

I know I have all month to do it, but why not on the first day?

December’s always been an important month. It’s the last time and opportunity you get to figure out and do all the things you ever wanted to do in the current year. A nice farewell to a long 12 months is just as appropriate as welcoming the first month of the year ahead.

And it will fly by. As we celebrate the holidays, birthdays that share the same days, school vacation and time off from work, please take some time to thank this year. We’ve all grown.

I’ll start.

Thank you, 2019, for letting me heal and recover from a crazy 2018. Thank you for all the moments I felt happy with my family and friends. The laughter that hurt my insides and had me in tears. The beautiful landscapes, live performances, and recipes I felt inspired by. The strong individuals who are so passionate and wise; opens the minds of all those around them. I am grateful for all the questions that came to me this year and challenged me to go beyond my boundaries to answer them. Thank you for the warmth, patience and reflection I needed to connect with the deep gratitude that lead me back to love and happiness.

I look forward to spending time with you. I hope we get to end this year well together. Let’s make that delicious looking coffee cake; a recipe I’ve been eyeing for these last couple of days. Or create more poetry. And organize this house a little so 2020 doesn’t feel out of place when it arrives.

may our stars align

stars aligni’m listening to some interviews and creating something on Paint – basically relaxing and taking a break. i have some frozen lasagna heating up in the oven and i feel rather lazy and productive at the same time. to be honest, i’m a little worried and nervous about the future so maybe this painting represents a desire for my stars to align. a sign of some positive progress i can rely on. i know it takes a lot of effort on my part, which i am currently working on. hopefully i can get a signal from the universe that what i’m doing and wanting to do makes sense.

have a peaceful day everyone and thanks for visiting my ol’ little blog.



I have so many things I want to say. This is now the third draft I’ve written. And they were about different topics. I wonder if this one will actually get published. It occurred to me the other morning how difficult writing can be. That solid thought hasn’t actually presented itself to me like that before and so I started wondering if I could actually write at all? Like, the way I want to write and for others to understand what I’m saying. What I’m actually trying to say. I know that the words I write mean different things to different people. And sometimes they don’t. Sometimes meaning can bypass the definitions and just exist as how we all see it. Maybe?

This morning feels a bit confused. I have things I want to express, but just don’t know how to. I learned many years ago to just follow my body. So, I guess to start, I want to write. I like writing. As I tried to settle into my morning, I heard a repeated song in my head. I knew it was a Jason Mraz song, but could not really hear the words. I could hum it to you though. Oh, I’m good at that humming.

I finally found it on YouTube and it’s called Unfold.

And I just jammed to it and a lot of other songs as I sank deeper into the rabbit hole of going on YouTube does to oneself. I’m totally not complaining though. If this is what my body wanted, then so be it! I welcome it. There are so many times that I look back in my life where I resisted my own self. Like, I would push through stress, anxiety, sadness and I just don’t think it’s okay to do that. It’s important to hear ourselves and give ourselves what we need and want. Like, what we really need and want; not the superficial stuff we’re trained to care about. I don’t think this was necessarily what I wanted to say or express, but I guess this isn’t so bad either.



it’s been a very loving and happy couple of weeks. i think a few things have played a role. for one, i’ve been getting myself into a routine and it’s amazing. it’s gotten me to do the things i need to do, but also make time for things that i don’t usually have time for. it’s given me clarity on my life overall, honestly. who knew all those school days from being a student taught me the importance of routine and tradition.

another delicious reason is that i’ve been cooking a lot lately. i’ve made about a dozen (or more) of different dishes or iterations of the veggies, grains and meats i’ve had on hand and it’s given me so much comfort (in my heart and in my stomach). i used to document a lot of my food cooking adventures, but lately, i’ve just kind of enjoyed this quiet cooking existence. to do something just for fun, for joy and for spontaneity. i would like to still write more cooking posts in the future, but for now, it’s been nice to not pressure myself to take photographs & stage the shots while cooking.

thirdly, i think just being able to be grateful, every day. seeing the beauty in the little and big things that come our way and letting go of the things that make us unhappy. it’s been worth it to me to guide myself into a different way of thinking and looking at life through different perspectives.

i hope this continues. and i hope you all are also happy and taking in the peace and calm (despite the busy holiday season that is upon us)!

morning gratitude

However you came upon my blog, I want to thank you for reading my words. Thank you to the new followers and visitors. It’s always a happy feeling to see that the things I create matter in some way because within this space, I try to create with my heart first. And I appreciate that we can connect in that way.

Another cold morning. I rose today on my own. No cars passing by or alarm to ring in my ears. My body slept well and with deep sleep, I have the motivation and energy to welcome the morning. Hello morning. I am possibly going to have another fairly busy day, but I want to remind myself to take deep breathes. Take in the moment at hand and really value it. Our minds are so good at thinking. It’s their job to do so, but sometimes, if we don’t take care of them and let them relax, they can constantly run through a million thoughts.

I’m going to try to balance the ins and outs of my being and energy today. Sleep well another night and be kind to myself today.

a mirage

You walked right past me.
I saw the comfortable sneakers,
The large practical bag for your things.
The coat you wore last year.
But your hair was different.
Dyed and cut.
I walked a little faster.
Caught up to you and saw your profile.

Only it wasn’t you at all.
Just a doppelganger in your shoes.
How quickly my heart rose
And then fell just as fast.

someone you loved

I just made banana bread; warm out of the oven. The sweetness of the banana smell fills up my little cold room here. And there’s nothing I want more than to see you again. Share a slice with me as we talk about nothing. You tell me about some obscure fact that you somehow learned and picked up. I look at you; never certain what you’re thinking but know that your presence matters to me. It always has. You used to catch me off guard. You’d tell me something really honest and deep that makes me wonder how long you’ve held it in until you decided to open up to me. Thank you. Thank you for letting me be someone you loved and you being that someone for me.

the wind blows

I know that a part of me will always be gone. Pieces that were once intact aren’t pieced the same anymore. And that’s okay. That’s life. With every experience we have, there’s always going to be pieces that get chipped, tweaked, broken and gone. But then somehow, we get put back together. The pieces get fit into other ways like a Tetris game that goes on forever. Yeah, they fall down and stack, but after a little bit of patience and thought, they get put into places that makes sense. That fits.

I’m sitting here on my couch with a minor headache. Staring at a computer screen all day can definitely do that. And not eating breakfast. I hear the powerful crying winds outside. Depending on one’s mood, it can sound pretty scary. But it doesn’t to me. It’s just nature doing it’s thing.

Sometimes the wind will blow through you; forcing you to one side. It’s a literal sign to just let go and go where it takes you. Or, you could go against it with all your might. There’s a chance you can’t get to the other side anyway and you’ll just be forced back to where you were. But maybe your strength can push through and you’re on the side you actually want to be on. Your choice. It always is.