Month: November 2014

How to Follow Your Passion Even if You Don’t Know What It Is

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This article originally appeared on Levo.com. I, personally, am tired of people giving advice like, “just follow your passion,” or “do what you love and the money will come.” If you’re one of the (very few) Millennials out there who knows exactly what you want to do with your life, and you’re taking conscious, consistent steps toward it… then by all means, continue to follow your passion! But most of us aren’t in that boat. If you’re like the majority of Millennials, you’re still struggling to uncover what it is that you’re actually passionate about. So what’s intended as an inspirational phrase turns into one more thing to stress about and judge yourself for. How are you supposed to follow your passion if you don’t even know what it is? I’ve been there… and it’s not fun. (MORE: Build Your Career Around Passion) The (Short) Backstory I’ve always been so inspired by people who have created something amazing and impactful at a young age. I’m fascinated by college students who created…

Bangkok Discoveries Series #1: Below Eleven.

My friends at university would chuckled when I’d invite them to the local farmers market back in London. The usual excuses would come up about it being expensive… blah blah blah “I’d hate to go all Gwyneth Paltrow on you, but if you’re willing to spend £12 at Pret for your coffee, BLT and a cheesecake, even with their paltry sizes, you can quite easily eat better quality food at the local farmer’s market.” Posh food it ain’t! But out here in Bangkok where fresh produce is cheap and plentiful, I hadn’t given too much thought to the farmer’s market. My visit over the weekend changed my mind. Although it was dominated by foreigners (farang in Thai), the food on offer stood out in a league of its own. To be frank, except for the likes of Portabello Market back home, I felt cheated by others that had come before. My main reason being … I have discovered a gem. A gem so exclusive, that I almost don’t want to share it with others, lest the company …

“Hunger Games”

I don’t know what possessed me to check, but now that I know it cannot be undone. To put it simply, this: Is the enemy. All these years, what a fool I have been. Before I went to see the Hunger Games: Mockingjay, a movie that I can only describe as  cripplingly melodramatic, I decided to check the amount of calories in my cinema popcorn. Cinema popcorn is overpriced and usually over-sized. But man is it good! Sticky but not soggy. How do they do it? I go about twice a year, so till now, I never gave two thoughts to it. I’ve always knew it wasn’t healthy or good for you, but I never knew just how bad it could be. Its popcorn. It should be called ingredients-list-as-long-as-my-arm-but-with-popped-corn-kernals. Before I get really into this rant, I just want to say that I’m not trying to lose weight. But, as someone who suffers from anemia, I decided to record my calorie intake, to see what could be improved in my diet. I’ve been using cronometer. It is a great website that …

The Perks of Being a West African Wall Flower…. [Akara vs Acaraje]

I love watching travel shows. Soon after they’re done, I close my eyes, and imagine that I’m magically transported there. Right in the center of it all. To date, my two favorite travel show hosts, in this wonderful mix of TV and my zany imagination, are: the straight shooting Anthony Bourdain, and the irresistible Errol Barnett (what a smile). Its my adult version of make believe; but its something that has always gotten me through tough times. I have no complaints. Except for…. Whenever I read or hear people discuss “African cuisine”, they only mention Morocco. Why only Morocco? This happens often, and when it does, a weird feeling comes seeping out of me. I’ve been told I make a fart face, then, as soon as it appears, I suppress it. Its a hard feeling to describe, but its an unhealthy mixture of pity, shame, annoyance, and the sting of frustration. And there was again yesterday. I still feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. How can people out there still fail to understand that: Africa is a continent, not a country. …

Make mine a … Thai Omelette

Ever since I started my youtube blog, I must admit that I’ve somewhat neglected my writing. I’m not any good at vlogging. Its a frustrating but nonetheless inspiring conclusion. Will I give up? Hecks no. How can I? I’m learning so much. There are tons of things, that I’m just learning how to control. Lighting, sound and even the simplest things like controlling the camera, have all left me stumped so far. But Boy is it fun. Its a world entirely on its own. I got back late yesterday night from visiting my German, in the South of Thailand. My fridge is empty and I’m feeling quite down. I need food. This is my go to ‘lazy day’ recipe (I am aware that it is a Monday). Its tasty, quick and is perfect when you’re down to the bare bones, both physically and emotionally. Thai Omelette Ingredients 2 tablespoons oil 1 onion, sliced 1½ teapoons light soy sauce 1½ teaspoons fish sauce 1 Bunch coriander 3 eggs 1 Spring Onion Lime wedge, to garnish Instructions Heat 1 tablespoon of …

Throwback Thursday….

It’s definitely Thursday somewhere in the world. Aha! I knew it. As I write this, I can confirm (ladies and gentlemen of the jury), that it is 6pm on Thursday…in London. The whole time zone situation has been explained to me, over and over again, but it doesn’t mean I actually get it. This was life my, a year ago: My beloved Xena and I were inseparable. I was discovering the wonders of baking (of course my photographic skills weren’t as good as they are today). I had my chooks and they had me as their mother hen. [I’m to the crazy one to the right] And I had my best friend by my side. Oh Bernadette. I can imagine that if she ever sees this picture, I’ll be forced (under pain of death or morbid mutilation) to take it down. But that was my life then….And this is now… I’m alone. But I’m still cooking. This is my new garden. Its the size of a single bed but I know I can make something of it. I …

Meat Bone Soup and other wild concoctions

My birthday was everything I could have wanted. Just me and the German lapping up the sun, sea and sand. Oh Singapore. If all goes right, next year, my blogs will be written somewhere from that glorious city-state. One reason (hopefully not my main one) is that Singaporeans know their soups. You’ve never had a good broth till you’ve tried one in Singapore. Singaporean cuisine has Chinese, Malay, Indian, Japanese and Western influences. It is a melting pot of cultures, and what a sweet sweet gumbo they’ve made. As soon as the warm wetness of Bak Kut Teh, or meat bone tea (if you translate it directly from the Chinese: 肉骨茶) hit my lips. I was hooked. So hooked that every night, we’d go a-searching for my next fix. Happy birthday to me and here’s to hoping that I will live a long and fulfilled life, full of more surprise tastes and more delicious smells, such as this. I’d like to share my taste of Singapore with you: Chicken Bak Kut Teh / Chik Kut Teh Ingredients 1 pack of Bah …