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“…you can’t take the London out of the girl…” | Why I am addicted to my tea addiction

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I recently starred in my first ever feature-length movie. Yay! And by starred, what I really mean is, I drank in one large gulp, my three whole seconds of fame. It was glorious. There was a closeup, I had lines, a runner, and both the director and the star, Daniel Auteul, complimented me on my acting skills. For someone who grew up attending drama summer schools and camps, calling it an ego boost would certainly be an understatement. I bathed in the glory of it all. So what if I may never be the next Lupita Nyong’o, but on that day, with the camera on my face, everyone on set waiting on me; I was elation personified. A girl can dream. As soon as I got home, the first thing I did was to reach for the kettle; I made a beeline for the teabags. I take tea time like it’s a business. Scratch that, it’s a sport. Our national sport. You have to know the players, understand the rules and take time to appreciate the camaraderie of it all. It’s …

… because toys are not just for kids | My first impression of the FitBit Charge Hr

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I pride myself, on my controlled lack of self control. Wait. What? In an age where people seem to wantonly abandon all sensibilities, I’ve always seen myself as a sort of maverick among the bunch. Oh! I’ll scoff down that pie, I’ll chow down on that cake. Ice cream? Sure. Why not? But then… There’s no such thing as a free lunch. If you’re body is a temple, mine is an alter to a hedonistic God of food gluttony. I salivate at the thought of flavor. Hot, sour, spicy and sweet. Come at me boys. Yet, every sensible maverick knows that just because you don’t pay the piper today, doesn’t mean you’ll never get your just deserts. I’m plagued by the thought of waking up one day and finding I can’t see my legs. Not through the decay of time, or something appropriate like cataracts, but because my skinny-fat ratio has finally leveled up. Hence my venture into fitness. I won’t pretend that I haven’t always been active in some way or another, but when I finally hit …

Bangkok Discoveries #3: Rasayana Raw Food Cafe

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I’m baack. Back to Bangkok. What a journey! Japan has just effortlessly made its way to the top of my list. It is my new heaven on earth.  We all dream of escaping to some beach side retreat, but even beaches can get boring. Trust me on this one, spending much needed ‘me’ time can quickly turn into hell on earth; once your kindle decides to give up the ghost and abandon you mid chapter. What happens when you crave the company of others? What happens when you want to experience unsullied and pristine nature, but at the same time still be connected to society? What happens when you get sick of being gawked at by everyone, and just want to perform simple tasks without the staring, the inane giggling and shouting? That’s right. You go to Japan. This isn’t a jab at Thailand, and I’m not going to get all political, but the two weeks I just spent in Japan has showed me just much I put up with here in Thailand. It has showed me …

Listlessly Listing

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I’ve had one hell of  a weekend. It’s as if the fast approach of 2015 has incensed me to run myself into the ground. I’ve made lists upon lists of things I want to achieve. Even Santa couldn’t give me all the things I want. They’re not material things. Heavens no. They’re things I know will only come from sweat on my brow and lots of hours of work. Knowing that just makes the tasks ahead more daunting. My body can’t keep up with my mind. I’ve spent the last two days tasting, walking, talking and chomping down on just about everything put in front of me. What a weekend! Sunday rolled by and I’ve more or crashed. Hard. But there’s still so much more to do. I really couldn’t take running around like a headless chicken anymore and so vowed to leave the apartment for water only. That was until I saw this: The strange magical and ever so sweet aroma of coconuts drew me in. I asked, and found out it called Khanom Buang. It is …

Bangkok Discoveries #2: Koji Suzuki and the Sushi that Saved Me

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[Updated 11/07/2015 : I have since been informed that Koji’s place in Ekkamai has shut down. I’ve contacted Koji and am waiting to find out more] My head is on fire and my nose is runny, but were it not for the kindness of the owner of 男の割, Koji Suzuki, I would not have had the strength to write this. Dramatic much? Wait until you hear the story, then judge. Over the last couple of days, you could say that I’d been enjoying myself a little bit too much. But who could blame me, my German had come to see me. Long distance relationships are hard, and they don’t get easier just because you’re married. Anyway, long story short, I found myself on the wrong side of Tuesday, (now feeling) sick, alone in my tiny apartment and with nothing in my fridge but broccoli and a rather generous bunch of mint leaves. I made a soothing tea with the mint, had the broccoli steamed with some rice, but before I could go out to restock my supplies, …

Throwback Thursday….

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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 …