Bookish


(Image from Bustle)

This post should have come out on March 8, International Women’s Day, but as happens these days in my life, time seems to have a way of slipping by so fast, that before I know it, March is almost ending!

Anyway, I loved this post from Bustle: 11 Bookish Heroines in Literature Who Are Every Book-Lover’s Personal Heroes. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I don’t know though; yes, they are bookish heroines, but not all are my personal heroines, tbh. As a once bookish girl (now grown adult… well, sometimes, ha!) myself, I personally am glad that bookish girls are given their due in literature and pop culture. Now, young girls won’t feel so odd and out of place when they want to spend their recess reading or their weekend with a nose buried in a book, unlike when I was growing up, when I felt like an oddball for wanting to just get lost in a story. Though of course, I do realise that there has to be a balance. Engaging in the real world and also loving reading should not be an either-or, to me. But yeah, hooray for the bookish girls! 🙂

[For more book inspired stuff, head on to my Tumblr, which I have designated my book blog, as opposed to here, which is a catch-all of everything else.]

New year, old goals

Continuing on some old resolutions…

(Image borrowed from Huffington Post)

So I was on Facebook today and saw that I had “memories” on this day. I checked it, and an article I posted four years ago on new year’s resolutions showed up. Here’s the article: New Year’s Resolutions that Aren’t Losing Weight. In my post, I said that these were doable resolutions and now I am wondering if I did well on them — in 2016! I’ve also found these goals to be worth pursuing — or maybe continuing for 2017 — so I think I’ll just use these as my resolutions for the new year, while checking if I did well for 2016. Let’s see…

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Life lesson I needed to relearn: Hope floats

So I was cleaning out my room, like I always do when I feel restless and down. It’s great therapy for the blues. I reached for my yellow travel wallet that I got in Hong Kong last year, and like what one does when holding a purse of a bag, I look inside and what do you know: It had something like US$300 in it! I had forgotten all about it. I knew why, of course. The cash was part of the money I had with me in Phnom Penh and things were never the same for me after that trip last year. And so like many things from that trip and the two months after that, I kind of pressed “pause” for awhile. I needed a break and felt suspended from the day to day. Until this moment.

It seemed fitting somehow that something from that trip marks a turning point this time around. The unexpected windfall brought a smile to my face, not just because it’s a welcome infusion of cash. Finding it just felt like the tide turning somehow. Like Fate reassuring me that things always have a way of working out. I feel warm between my shoulders, like there’s a reassuring hand patting me and saying, “Everything’s fine, you’ll get through this.” Storm clouds have broken, and a patch of sunshine peeped through.