First Quarter Moon Aquarius


Happy Aquarius season ♒︎ guys!

I haven’t been writing for a week here, the longest period since I started this blog last year. I am feeling a wee bit of a writer-FOMO, so here are some random observations I noted down in the journal recently —

I use a 400-page black Moleskine to journal. It was a birthday gift from Fafa. At first, I thought it would be my annual journal. But now, only five months in and having used up 3/4 of it, I think I will be getting myself a new journal for my half-birthday in March.

One of the reasons that I haven’t been writing much on the blog is because I am hitting a tarot-reading wall. For some reason, I have been feeling a little less excited about journaling about tarot recently. Not sure whether I am even allowed to say that, but that’s the truth. I have come up with solutions, though. I have started journaling tarot with prompts given by the Moon Void Tarot‘s creator, Stefanie Caponi to honor the Aquarius season (my Moon sign).

I also bought another tarot deck—my first-quarter purchase (hey, I lasted 20 days! Now, I have to go through the next 70-something days without buying another deck). It’s the Fifth Spirit Tarot which sits on top of my 2021 tarot deck list. Yesterday, I saw that Two Sided Tarot has it listed on their website and with only AUD10 shipping, I knew I shouldn’t wait any longer.

One last thing about tarot: I am looking for a tarot deck with continuity or a similar theme throughout the deck. The Moon Void Tarot deck has been the closest I’ve got, but the non-human court-cards broke the singular theme thing that it had going for it.

Even though I haven’t been writing much here, I have been compiling random notes I wrote here and there — paper and digital — into my Day One App. Maybe I can share some of the not-super-boring ones here?

Also, even though I haven’t been writing much, I have been running. I registered for a measly 10km run in October. That gets me going. I am clocking in 3km every run, but with an embarrassing pace to be shared here.

The last best coffee I had was well, not a coffee. We went to Brunswick last weekend to feast on a crab at Miss Katie’s Crab Shack. On the way back, we stopped at one of my favourite coffee shops in Melbourne for some sit-down coffee chai.

This month, I dreamt of Fafa bringing and or showing me a ladybug. Twice. Google told me that it’s a symbol of good luck.

This week, I tried a new Thai dish called Hor Mok for the first time. It’s steamed fish cooked with coconut cream, curry and basil leaf served banana leaf cup. I ordered it because it reminded me of Kerala Meen Pollichathu, but it tasted closer to Cambodian Fish Amok.

Yesterday, I found out that all this while I have been cooking and eating butter that has expired in 2019.

Today, I woke up reminiscing about my Uni time. Jik and I used to sneak into each others class. Even though we majored in different subjects and went to different Universities. And hers was more fun than my boring Accounting lectures.  Then, I realized that taking up CPA is like adopting the worst part of schooling-the studying and exam parts. Ugh!

I realize more and more that I am a creature of routines and rituals. So instead of ignoring it, I should use those things as a foundation of my daily life.

Half-naked yoga brings me joy.


Coffee Diary: Yet Another Farewell

I am moving to Australia. I am taking the red-eye to Melbourne tonight. My cousins kidnapped me early this morning for one last coffee date, at least for sometime. We went to a hipster coffeeshop in South Jakarta. We talked, we cried and we face-timed with Jik. They got me a watch, how thoughtful.

Cousins Farewell

My heart is breaking all over again.

Mister Chai on Cuba Street Wellington

The quirky little food truck was managed by a french girl who was living in New Zealand. She was pretty and friendly which beat the whole French perception. We found it accidentally while strolling down Cuba Street. I told Fafa that we had to go there (even though we just had breakfast). I ordered a ginger peppermint herbal tea that kicked soon after while Fafa refused to get anything because it all seemed to Zen for him. Ngeh! I suspected it was the one that kept me fit while Fafa falls sick a day later.

Dunking Chocolate Chip Cookie into A Warm Glass of Milk at Moustache Auckland

Tell me, when was the last time you had a chocolate chip dunked into a bowl of milk? My guess must have been a long time ago. Me? I had it for the first time in my life here!

When I was young, Amma showed me how to do it, but I found it sickening. Even after seeing all those OREO types of an ad on T.V., I had never tempted. So when we came here after seeing a gazillion, I only ordered hot cocoa while Fafa ordered it. He offered me to try it. Knowing he wouldn’t stop before I did, I figured I’d bite the bullet and had a small bite. The cookie was crunchy with lots of warm gooey chocolate chips, and the milk was cold. It was an ORGASMIC combination—no other way to describe it. We then ordered two more cookies and came back the next day, and the next day after that.

Remedy Coffee in Auckland CBD

Unlike in Melbourne, where I immersed in the city’s coffee culture, even though the weather was considerably colder when we visited, I didn’t crave much for Auckland coffee. Instead, I kept asking for alternatives, while Fafa tried various types of caffeine. No, this wasn’t a complaint. I had the best times satisfying my sweet tooth. Among our pit stops, Remedy Coffee was my favourite one.

The Central Perk of Auckland. This little coffee shop was an excellent find tucked in the CBD area. It has everything required for a perfect coffee shop; coziness, exciting crowd, a decent menu, friendly staff, lots of books and games, sofa, window seats and outdoor seating. If I was an ex-pat, working as a sheep photographer, and living in Auckland, you could find me here at least three times a week, with my own sets of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I ordered Honey+Lemon+Ginger here and tried to linger as long as we could. When you visit Remedy, please participate in their #mirrorselfie challenge. It’s a lot of fun and only a little embarrassing.

Retroespresso at Auckland Airport

We just reached New Zealand, and it was past midnight. Thankfully, there was food truck just outside of the airport which turned out to be a lifesaver for a shivering girl who stupidly packed her jacket in her suitcase.

It was the best hot best ginger lemon I have ever had.

The guy was super friendly; he waited patiently when I picked and changed my order a few times.

Let’s blame the indecisiveness on jet lag, shall we?

Where Do You Blog The Most From?

I write my blog drafts almost everywhere.

On the train, McDonald’s, office’s executive restroom, at a club.

Most of the times I hit the publish button from my bedroom, on the picnic-table-turned-into-study-desk.

It is my comfortable blog zone.

We have a steady relationship, my laptop, the table, and me.

I like it.

But I have been envying the hippie glasses-wearing people who are typing away on their MacBook in the coffee shops. They look like a cool crowd. They look like they know what they are doing. They stop for a while to top up their drink or have a short conversation with the person beside them before going back to the writing world. They ARE my type of cool crowd.

I want to join the glasses-wearing crowd and follow the trend to write in public and be chic about it.

Although I have done it once or twice in the past, I never found a place where I can comfortably blog even maybe become a regular.

So that’s my plan for this week: to find a place, outside my bedroom, where I can write a blog post.

I like the potential of this goal to push me out of my comfort zone also it gives an excuse to order a tall hot latte at night.