nineteen

Saturday, March 29


For some time now, my birthday was just another day to me. I'd tell people cheerfully, "hey, to me it's just the same set of numbers I always fill on forms." and they'd look me like, 'dude, what?!' short of saying, 'were you hugged as a child?' Haha, but hey, it's true, and I don't look at it like it's a depressing thing, but to me, it just ain't a big deal.

This year, though, something was different in the air. I was surprised, touched by people both close and far, dear and distant from me: a friend who I hadn't caught up with in a long time, an old friend from high school and people who went out of their way to make my day special, as if to say hey, it isn't just another day.

As if that wasn't enough, tonight my cell group completely threw me off, surprising me with a lit birthday cake right smack in the middle of a gathering.

As the birthday song filled the room, I looked around at everyone circling around me--some faces I knew, some I just got to know, and many I didn't know--I was again reminded of how awesome it is to be surrounded by good people. It wasn't the cake, or even the birthday part, but just being around such good people... felt amazing, undeserving and out of this world. And right in that moment, my heart was filled to the brim, overcome with love and gratitude. Right there and then, I realised, it shouldn't be called birthday, but gratitude day. Of course, that should be everyday. But today, I am especially grateful.

on spontaneity

Sunday, February 9

{shots taken by my dear friend sonia, thanks bud}

Went out with the loveliest girls one day, purely for city adventuring aka walk around the city all day with no actual agenda in mind. As soon as we got into the city, it all changed. We spotted a random piano sitting right on the edge of the flinders train station on our way out, and of course like good friends would, these people who I believed were my friends two seconds ago were pushing me towards the piano and I won't say force, but you know how, ahem, convincing friends can be.

And let me just paint you a picture of what I was getting myself into: flinders is the main station of melbourne, center of the hustle bustle of the city, which means you can be sure I'd have eyes on me. But, you know, friends and their darn you'll-never-hear-the-end-of-this-if-you-don't-comply mantra. It won out, as usual. And thinking "hey, it's only once, what do I have to lose?" I played. And okay, it was pretty cool.

But as it turns out! that's not the only piano in the city. There were plenty scattered all over the city. It's part of this really cool art movement called "Play Me, I'm Yours" (check it here!), and has already reached nearly forty other cities in the world. So we went around looking for these pianos and before you knew it, I slid into the pianos like I was born to do it. It was just the coolest, and many times a day, we'd kick ourselves and think, "wow, this is actually real?!" Having kids singing on the either side of you as you play a childhood favourite do-re-mi, playing 'hey jude' simultaneously to the buskers playing it on the guitar a few metres away from you... oh, the beauty of music and people and the whole city vibes just sat so well with me.

It was the most spontaneous day, the kind that I wished I could relive again just because of how incredible it was, how light it felt and how full it made my heart.

lucky girl

Thursday, January 16


Someone recently said to me, "You're living the life." It was probably the most surprising thing anyone has ever said to me, and of course, I did a double take "um, what did you just say to me?" for good measure. It's funny and flattering hearing that, but at the same time, I realised how lucky I am to be able to travel, go on adventures and roadtrips. In no way do I think I'm living the life, but I'm discovering that with each passing year, I have a greater resolve to live my life the best I can.

What does best mean exactly? To me, it's just doing the things that makes you happy and feel good about life. I'm learning that being happy also means being open. Doing things that you've never done before, doing things another way, and just carpe diemin' the heck out of life. When I went on this impromptu roadtrip to Cowes, I remember one night we just ordered a pizza and had it on the beach as the sun set and the boats reeled in, and it was just the best. I remember thinking to myself, "ah, life. you can be a bit of an ass sometimes, but today you're doin' mighty fine."