Thursday, 10 November 2016

what cat read: october 2016

Welcome to the first first edition of what cat read -- a series in which I go through all of the books I've read the past month, giving you all a brief summary, and then talking a little bit about my thoughts on them (with no spoilers, of course).

So what were my eyes and mind occupied with this month? Just three books that are quite different from each other: a poetry collection, a graphic novel, and a short story collection. October has been a pretty hectic month for me -- there's been far too many all nighters and late mornings, too many things I've forgotten about, and furious hours typing away at assignments and papers. Despite all that, though, I made the time to read two short books that weren't for school, Anya's Ghost (the graphic novel), Night Sky with Exit Wounds (the poetry collection), since they were short enough to get through in a couple sittings each. Interpreter of Maladies, on the other hand, was for an English class, but I loved the selections so much that I got a copy of the collection and read them all. Let's chat about them, now, shall we?

Sunday, 16 October 2016

cat tries to cook #1: spinach something

I can't cook. Like, barely. I often overcook my instant noodles, am never sure what settings to set as my toaster settings, and once made some very watery cookies. It's something I should probably work on since now that school has started and I have resorted to eating out about 7 days a week. And so the journey to slowly (but hopefully surely?) learn how to cook has begun, and I'm journalling them as cat tries to cook. I've been trying things here and there, attempting to stick to a recipe as much as possible, but I whipped up this quick lunch all by myyyseeeeeelf! (A true miracle, let me say.)

It's not a very complicated dish, nor very flavourful, but it's healthy, kept me full, and had some of my favourite things in it. Also, it took me like 10 minutes, which is always a plus, because one of the things I hate about cooking is spending hours and hours in the kitchen (re: that time I made zucchini pasta and I spent about 1.5 hours cutting them into slices because I didn't have a spiralizer...).

And because I'm really quite sh*tty at coming up with titles and names for things (you don't know how much I struggle every time I write a blog post and stare at the "enter title here" section...), this recipe has no name other than cat tries to cook #1: spinach something.


  • 1 egg 
  • 2 handfuls of spinach 
  • red onions 
  • a lil bit of olive oil 
  • salt + pepper to taste 
optional: peppers, cherry tomatoes, cayenne peppers to top, or whatever else you'd like! 


  • boil the egg to your liking
    (I like mine a little watery on the inside so the yolk can get e v e r y w h e r e) 
  • heat a small pan to medium heat + add the lil bit of olive oil 
  • while waiting for the pan, chop red onions 
  • add spinach to pan. let cook until it's soft. remove. 
  • add everything together into a plate 
  • sprinkle with salt + pepper to your liking 

Maybe I should rename this to "spinach to your liking." 

But in all honesty, that's it! Again, it's not super flavourful or fancy, but hey, it was a meal that I did enjoy. I also have this theory that literally anything with greens and a bit of pepper to top it off with automatically looks better. Which is why I like to add spinach, arugula, spring onions, cilantro... to top everything. Just because it looks a bit fancier. But that's a whole other story. 

Hope you enjoy your spinach something and I'll see you next time! 
Saturday, 8 October 2016

when it's okay to give up

Photo by: Miki (@smithular)
How do you know when to give up on someone?

How do you know when to give up on someone who is an old friend but is also someone who is reckless and cruel to themselves or on a parent that you cannot parent or on your partner at school who hasn’t done any work yet for your project, or on a person you want to be with but might not want to be with you. . .  How do you know?

We’re taught to never give up — on our goals, our dreams, our lives. And I agree wholeheartedly that we should never give up on those things. But what about people? What about the friends or family or loved ones in our lives that we care about or perhaps even once cared about? What about them? Do we keep trying with them, too, never to even consider giving up on them?

Sunday, 25 September 2016

to feel or not to feel

Love has been on my mind as of late.

It seems like everyone around me my age is celebrating an anniversary, talking to someone new and exciting that they “really, really really like,” or have been in long term relationships for well, a long time. Don’t get me wrong, though — I am so ecstatic for all of my friends and family and even for the people I follow on Instagram, to be finding so much love in their lives, and to be around so much of it recently has made me really reflect on the types of love in and surrounding my life. 

Let me just clarify: though I’ve been single for quite some time, I don’t lack love in my life. There are so many wonderful things and people that bring me so much joy and fill me up with so much love that I am thankful every day. There’s no doubt in my mind that my life is filled with love, but I admit that there are moments when I miss having someone to simply be interested in. I missed having a crush and liking somene. "It would be nice,” I would say to the Universe (or God, or Fate, or Destiny — whatever you’d like to call that ~higher spirit~) some nights.  

Thursday, 1 September 2016

seattle photo diary

I recently revisited one of the most colourful cities I've ever had the pleasure of visiting -- Seattle. My family and I used to road trip to Seattle and Vancouver for no particular reason other than enjoying the fourteen hour drive there and food, but took a break in the recent years after travelling to the east coast for the first time and then California (our other favourite family holiday destination). But this year, we came back! 

We made the very long drive (or maybe it was just long because of how many bathroom breaks we needed to take..) over and hit some of our favourite American Seattle spots, including, of course, Pike Place Market, which is quite honestly one of my favourite places to be ever. There's this special kind of hustle and bustle of people, the strangely comforting smell of the sea, and wide array of treasured junk and lovely homemade goods that makes it so special. Of course we went to other places while in Seattle, but let's be real: this stop, along with its surrounding area, were the most picturesque.

I'm missing Seattle quite dearly as I write this, and so in an attempt to relive the short time we were there and to also, of course, share the joy that is only one part of the city, here is my Seattle photo diary.

There are so many things to see and take pictures of at Pike Place, but yet I kept on getting drawn to this entrance way. Perhaps it was a too-pretty mint colour covered in flowers and ENTRANCE being written in one of my favourite fonts...