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It’s been almost a year since my mini trip abroad and I’m itching to get on the first plane out of here to experience it again, although, not quite for the same reasons as last year (unfortunately, responsibilities to school and work are the only things stopping me).

This time last year I was a bit in a bad way struggling with “real world” things and the typical twenty-something troubles like “where am I going in life / making terrible decisions / making crappy friends”. That’s why I essentially ran away to Ireland for a week and I fell in love. But not to be mistaken for one of those “chick-flick” falling in love with someone abroad type things— no. I fell in love with Ireland and I left my heart there.

Do you know why I left my heart abroad? Because Ireland offered me a sense of freedom that I felt I couldn’t get back home. However, it wasn’t only freedom from my worries~ it was freedom from my own negativity. This freedom and endless sea of positivity that I found in Ireland is why a piece of my heart will always rest there. It’s an experience that can never be taken away from me and it’s something I can always look back on when I’m feeling particularly lost.

Ireland taught me to find this freedom wherever I am and that once I find it, to always keep in sight. I won’t always hold on to it, but I will never lose it.

I didn’t do much drinking while in Ireland (in fact I can count on one hand how many drinks I had while I was there), but I didn’t mind that so much because drinking authentic irish beer wasn’t why I went in the first place. I might have mentioned this in one of the previous posts, but I went to Ireland because it was the exact opposite of home. It’s not a huge bustling city (at least, not what I witnessed), and the beautiful green space almost everywhere called to me.

I landed and based myself in Dublin but I spent most of my trip trekking; I guess you could say I fell for some “tourist traps” but I went to the ones that offered the most green. 🙂

Here’s are a few of my favourite moments:

I remember having a cup of coffee by the harbour at Doolin (on my second day in Ireland) and thinking it was a great start to the morning despite dealing with a bit of jet-lag. It was supposed to be cloudy and in Dublin it had been drizzling since the afternoon before, but once we left the city centre, it was all bright skies and sunshine.

My stroll at the Cliffs of Moher was amazing. There’s no view like that at home (not that I know of anyway) and it took my breath away. I remember sitting at the edge at one point just taking in everything around me in a state of awe. As much as the baby cliffs (at the Burren) were nice to see, the cliffs at Moher offered more green. I can still remember the earthy smells! Tt was also a pretty warm day and with the long trek, the open space offered a nice refreshing breeze. I wish I was able to express what I was feeling then and there better but as cliche as this sounds, there are no other words that could describe what it was like there. My time at the cliffs was definitely one of my favourites during my stay in Ireland.

Trekking in County Antrim, where the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge is, was also a trek to remember. For one it was really hot that day (I didn’t even need a sweater— that selfie I used as a feature photo in part one was taken then) and the view there is just as amazing as what Moher has to offer. The water there was so clear and such an amazing blue/green it was a sight to behold. I even crossed the rope bridge which for me and my fear of heights is quite the feat.

I even went to the Giant’s Causeway which is a very interesting place! Definitely a tourist-y thing to do but if you ever go, I do recommend listening to the history and stories the place has to offer. It’s a very crowded area though (or it was on the day I went) so don’t expect it to be as peaceful as the other places mentioned above.


My trek at Glendalough in Wicklow was really great as well. It reminded me a bit of home because the hiking route had the same atmosphere as one of the mountains I hike. It was a calm rainy day but it was a nice kind of quiet that helped me with clearing my mind. I remember finding a spot by the lake and just sitting there with my journal and being able to write page after page after page— something I hadn’t been able to do then because I suffered from creative blocks.

Next time: I’ll talk about my side trips to Paris, Edinburgh, and London.
I hope you enjoyed some of the photos 🙂 if you want to see more photos let me know~
I’m pretty sure I can dig up a few more of my favourites!


p.s: Can we just admire all the green wide open spaces and fresh air Ireland has to offer? ❤

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I Left My Heart Abroad

Trekking in Ireland

I never thought I’d say this about being home but it’s slightly bittersweet. My tiny trip abroad was good to me. A little too good maybe. But before I get into those post-trip feels I want to start at the beginning; let’s rewind to June when this idea was first born.

My trip was a spur of the moment plan that came to me after enduring a horrible week. I wasn’t running away exactly… more like going away for a very short time so I can breathe and think things through properly. And as you may or may not already know, once I get an idea in my head I obsess over it until I deem it a hopeless case. Well… I obsessed over this crazy idea for about two weeks. Two long weeks full of planning, crunching numbers, and tons of research; it was all I spoke about, thought about, dreamt about, and I swear I could practically taste freedom on my tongue. If it was possible to eat these ideas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I most likely would have.

Researching involved hours in front of a computer (even browsing on my phone when I was in the car or the bus) and browsing through the travel books at work. Mapping out the best location for hostels/B&Bs, public transportation schedules, and alternative plans b through z was a long venture and Google Maps became my best friend along the way.

I probably annoyed my mother with the gigantic novel-sized texts I sent her way about these hostels, tours, prices, and savings for days on end; I very nearly went crazy. Ironic really… stressing out over the planning process for a trip that’s supposed to de-stress you… Either way, things started looking up by the end of that second week.

The next thing I know, my flight is booked. It’s official. I’m going to Ireland. Mid-June until August 1st I dedicated all my free time to work work work trying to save up tons of money to pay everything off and still have enough cash left over for food and spending in my pocket. If you’re a long time follower here, you may have noticed I didn’t update much (although, you could have just assumed it was another one of my regular breaks from the web)… Well work was why I disappeared… I worked seven days a week for nearly two months but it was worth it.

During this intense work period I was asked two questions by friends, family, and co-workers. 1. Why are you working so much/motivated to take on all these hours? To which I answered: I’m going on a trip. Upon elaborating, they asked me 2. You’re going by yourself?!

How does one decide to go traveling solo? Especially as a solo female traveler people tend to caution you “It’s dangerous/you shouldn’t go alone” before you even tell them where you’re going.

Deciding on traveling solo was an easy decision for me to make. I wasn’t going to stop myself from going on a trip because my friends couldn’t come with me. When I first thought of going to Ireland, I even contemplated and researched tour companies like Contiki, TopDeck, and EF College Break Tours so I wouldn’t have to go “alone”. I almost settled on a tour with one of them but decided against it in the end.

I remember being with a tour group for 10 days when I was in high school and as much as I enjoyed it, there were plenty of things I could have gone without seeing and places I wish I had gone to see or stayed longer in instead. Since this mini trip was for me, I came to the decision that I should just plan it to go the way I want it to be. And by plan, I mean make a list of all the things I want to see and then find the best and cheapest way to get to there (Try not to make your plans set in stone because stuff happens… and sometimes you just can’t do something about it– you’ll save yourself the disappointment this way).

After committing myself to this solo trip, the next question I got a lot was: Aren’t you worried/scared?

To be honest. I was a little worried because I’m prone to getting myself into odd situations but scared… not really. I’m used to exploring my city on my own so I figured it shouldn’t be too different. Besides, every place I chose to visit on this trip, (Ireland, England, Scotland, and France) I could get around in easily because I can speak, read, and write in english and in french.

“What is there to be scare of?” I’d ask them. In return my friends would ask me if I ever watched those “Hostel” movies (or whatever they’re called). When my answer was no, they told me not too haha.

Do people normally feel scared before their first solo trip? I imagine if someone was too scared to go abroad by themselves they just wouldn’t go without a friend. Although, I would definitely recommend going on at least ONE trip by yourself if you can. It’s something to be experienced. I don’t know if I’ll be able to describe what I felt exactly but I’ll try my best in my next post.

I’ll leave you with that for now.

Until Next Time~
P.S: I know I say this all the time but I missed you guys! It’s good to be back! I hope you’re all doing well! I’ll try to catch up on everything that’s been going on in my feed soon! 😀


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Are You Happy?

It’s a thought that came to me the other night when I said “I’m Happy” in my last post.

Answer this for me:
When someone asks you “How are you?” do you say “I’m happy” or “I’m okay”?
I only realized I always answer either with: okay/ fine/ tired/ great/ stressed/ sick/ better than yesterday/ could be better. Sometimes I’ll admit I’m feeling a little down… But I never say “I’m Happy”.
I noticed that when I extend the question to someone else, their response is always something along the similar lines of: “I’m doing okay/ fine/ tired/ etc…”

Does no one ever say “I am happy” anymore? Does okay/fine/great = happy? And if we are happy, then why don’t we just say it? Why do we say something so… I don’t know, non-committal, like “I’m fine”?
Is it because it’s no longer the social norm to say “I’m feeling happy today, thanks for asking, how are you”? Is it because it could be taken as flaunting something someone else might not be feeling?

Now… I’m not saying that I’ve been unhappy but does not being unhappy automatically mean you’re happy? I know what I felt the other night with my friends was genuine happiness and I don’t feel that every day. If I’m not unhappy nor am I feeling genuinely happy then what am I feeling most days? Apathetic? Neutral? Do my bursts of energy count as happiness? Or is that just excitement over whatever it is that caught my attention?

I think it’s kind of sad. How many days have gone by and I just coasted through? How many days have passed and I didn’t take advantage of being able to feel something positive? Sure around company you can laugh when something’s funny, feel sad or disappointed when the situation calls for it, but once you’re alone what do you feel?

And, I’m not saying you have to tell everyone ‘I’m happy’ all the time or even feel happy every day. I know there are those days when you’ve just reached your limit, but why do I feel as though the majority of the people today are only “okay” most of the time when they could be feeling better by being “happy”? Why do I feel as though this society we live in is prone to looking towards the negative instead of the positive? (I know I’m prone to doing that and it’s something I’ve been trying (and failing) to change)

Hell, I could be making myself a happier person but for some reason I thought I was comfortable with how I was. After the other evening, I know I’d rather feel like that on most days instead of how I’ve been feeling until now.

Am I making any sense or am I just over thinking everything like I usually do (I swear, sometimes it sucks living inside your mind). It might be a little sad, but to be honest with you, I had a good cry about all of this. I think I worried myself because I have gone through bouts of feeling extremely sad for months on end for no apparent reason and I thought that maybe, just maybe, I convinced myself that I was happy when I wasn’t. Maybe that is the case and I’m in denial, I don’t know. Maybe I just settled for feeling “alright” all the time because it’s easier being apathetic about everything… I’m honestly lost…

What I do know is: since I’m aware of how I want to be feeling on a more regular basis, I’m going to work towards that. I don’t want to coast through life the way I have been. I want to be happy. And not the “I’m okay” ‘happy’ either. I want the real ‘happy’.

What do you think? Am I crazy?

I’m probably crazy…


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I Love My Team

I feel like I haven’t written about any… I don’t know… life stuff lately?? The last few posts on my blog have been about why I haven’t updated. Belated answers to emails. General interests, opinions, and stress. Let’s change that for something a little light-hearted shall we?

Last night my co-workers organized a bowling night/reunion/going away get together. And I have to admit it was the most fun I’ve had in a long while. I think it’s because it was something a tiny bit different from the usual bar thing (not that we didn’t end up at a bar later or use the bar at the bowling alley…) and also the great company.

It was my first time going bowling since I was 9. And it was my first time using the non kid balls hahaha. I can tell you now that I’m terrible at bowling. But! At least I’m consistent in my bowling skills. We played three rounds, my final score was 45 for the two first rounds and 50 for the last and I was only in last place once! So that’s a plus. Imagine I had a competitive personality when it came to sports? (I’m only competitive about other things) I’d probably be feeling bummed the whole night. Instead I was extremely happy every time I managed to hit a pin.

The whole night we were just bonding as a team… actually, I like the word family better. I really love them all. It was so strange because it was the first time we were all very affectionate with each other, or rather, the first time we were extra affectionate with each other (I mean, there was the occasional hug and what not but that’s about it). I think that was partly because I usually only ever see them in work or at a bar (it’s hard to be “affectionate” at a bar I find), and partly because… well… I’m very rarely affectionate with people in the first place.

Last night was full of hugs and laughter and cuddles and more hugs! I can’t even elaborate on all the crazy shenanigans that went on at the bowling place, but I can swear all that laughing was probably equivalent to an abs workout. When we left the bowling alley in search for a place to eat I somehow ended up getting a piggieback ride from one of my co-workers which invoked a few others to pair off and have piggieback rides and soon we were running down the street like we were re-enacting Mario Cart… except. it was piggieback racing? People looked at us strangely but that’s okay. They probably thought we were drunk (which some of us were). Once we managed to get a table big enough for us (at the third bar we ventured too), we just mellowed out and bonded over beer, food, and interesting conversations.

Seriously. I couldn’t have asked for a better night.
I love love love my team. I wouldn’t trade them for the world and I will be sad to leave them one day (or have them leave us to head  towards their own goals).

I’m happy.
And I feel like I don’t say that enough. Strange isn’t it. That’s definitely something I’ll be thinking about.
That’s all for today~ I just really wanted to share my excitement/happiness/whatever the heck this emotion I’m feeling is. LOVE~ I’m spreading the love~ haha. 🙂


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Obsession At Its Finest


It’s scary how obsessed I get over things sometimes but I think it kind of relates to that whole “living inside my brain” thing. This time though, I’m not obsessing over an idea or a project… No. I’ve been obsessing over Game of Thrones. AHHH. Yeah. I know, I’m extremely late to the game, but when the series premiered, I watched it and the ending of the first episode threw me off guard. And then my father proceeded to make fun of my terrible choices in shows. Needless to say, it took two years to be convinced by my co-workers, friends, and then later, my cousins to watch at least until episode three before judging.

You can probably figure out what happened. I marathon-ed the first season in almost a day (I say almost because I started my day with game of thrones at 7am, left to go to the mall with my father in the afternoon, went home to watch a few more eps, went out for supper and coffee, and then stayed up until 6 am to complete it… so technically it wasn’t a day, but technically it was? — what?). I would have done the same with season two once I got my hands on it, but it was on a usb key and watching it on a laptop annoyed me.

I finished the 2nd season in a week and now I’m salivating for the new season to start. I’m happy my wait isn’t as long as my co-workers’ since I’m a late fan, but still. I’m getting impatient.

To make time go faster and fuel my obsession even more, I bought the first four books (I would have gotten the 5th, but it’s not out in pocket book size yet, and it annoys me when I own books of the same series in different formats). At work we have a whole display of game of thrones merchandise and I couldn’t help myself… I bought a beautiful Targaryen stein. I want all the other house steins too- and the pint glasses set- how about EVERYTHING. okay… maybe not everything. but you know, a few things.

I got the Targaryen stein first because I fell in love with Dany and Khal Drogo in the first season (she kind of annoyed me, but only just a little, during the second season). I also love love love Arya and Tyrion. So far, I have no emotional attachment to Jon Snow but I’m liking him in the book. I told myself not to get attached to Ned because I knew what would happen to him at the end of the first season. I really want to get to know Jaime more before I decide how I feel about him. Ahhh. Can’t wait. Apparently they’re straying away from the books a little, but I’m sure it’ll still be pretty amazing.

So, if you’ve wondered why I disappeared again, you can blame Game of Thrones. My life apparently now revolves around it.

Are you a fan of the series also? LETS GO FAN CRAZY TOGETHER. Or… we can have normal fan talk! (or not)
If you could belong to any house, which would it be?
If you could have your own house, what would your sigil be?



P.S: on the few recent occasions where my friends discuss cosplaying, I actually contemplated gender-swapping khal drogo. If I were to ever cosplay (which I don’t think I will), I’ll beef up a little for the role. hahahaha.


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Why I’ll Start Facing My Fears More Often


WELL. I was away longer than I had anticipated. I was originally going to come back on Monday, but I was just so tired that by the time I’d get home from work, I’d knock out for the day. I think it’s partly jet-lag and partly not having slept much while I was away. Anyway, I am back and things should return to a daily posting schedule! 😀 I missed you all and hope you’re doing well!

Since it’s my big return, I figure I should make this post worth it! It helps since I had a mini life-changing experience when I was away, and I feel like it’s a nice welcome back post.

I’ll be talking about Fear. Or, more specifically, facing said fears. Being scared of something can paralyze you and prevent you from doing something you might actually really want. It can be over trivial things, like spiders (I normally can’t sleep in a room I know a spider is currently residing in), or something pretty reasonable like dying or being alone.

Letting you in on a not-so secret of mine, I’m terrified of spiders, clowns, heights and falling. Also, being a human-being, I don’t like setting myself up for rejection whether it be from a job, school, or maybe a relationship, and sometimes, that fear stops me from going for something I want. I’ve been working on that and so far it’s been going alright :). What’s life without a little risk right? Besides, getting rejected is part of life, you can’t always get what you want (unless you’re extremely lucky, which I’m not, but that’s another story for another day).

Now that you know what I’m scared of, let me elaborate on two of my fears: heights and falling. I can’t stand on a balcony/roof (even if it’s one floor up) without feeling nervous. I’ve been working on this fear by going on roller-coasters and airplanes etc, but it’s not the same. An airplane doesn’t feel like you’re X feet high and could plummet to your death should something go wrong. A roller-coaster goes way too fast to even register the height. For me, on a balcony/roof, you can see the distance from the ground and know you put yourself in that high position… and willingly too.

So before I get into the nitty-gritty stuff, let me tell you a story:

While I was in California, the topic of skydiving came up. For some odd reason, despite my fear of heights I decided, hey! I should do it! As a result, for the rest of the week while I was there, I’d ask my mother: “Am I jumping out of a plane on monday?” At first she was like: “sure”. I think it’s because we were both joking about it. But then I kept asking and it just made her nervous and her answer changed to maybe.

My thoughts and feelings about skydiving for the week were pretty nonchalant, like: yeah I can do this!
No biggie! It’s like I forgot I was scared of heights or something. Then when I asked for a final time that monday (the day I would have gone if we were home and not driving back to the city), part of me jokingly, part of me serious my mother asked me if I was sure because if I was, she’d drive me to the parachute center the next day (my last day in california).

I said yes, but really… I wasn’t. Next thing I know, she called the place and asked if she had to make an appointment but they said to just drop in between so and so time. That’s when I started getting extremely nervous. I mean, for someone who’s terrified of heights like I am, skydiving is a serious thing.

How did I expect myself to get a good night’s rest when I know after I wake up the next morning, I’ll be jumping out of a plane. At 13,000 feet. WHAT?

Before going to bed I browsed youtube and watched other first-timers tandem dive and that just made me much more nervous I started to shake and my palms started getting really clammy. I wanted to back out. I really did. I ended up messaging my friend saying: Hey. so. I might do something stupid and crazy tomorrow. Wish me luck.

I didn’t tell her what just in case I chickened out hahaha. I had nightmares that night about collapsing bridges and world destruction and when I woke up in the morning I was super quiet. I’m not saying I’m a morning person, but after at least an hour of being awake, I’m fairly talkative. My mother asked me one more time if I was ready. I couldn’t talk so I just nodded. By this time I started feeling really ill. Then I was getting ready and soon enough we were on the road. It’s supposed to be a 30 minute drive to the center but it seriously felt like two minutes.

I could barely walk straight but I get into the place, was directed to the front desk, paid for my jump and a video+photo package and next thing I know, I’m watching a horribly yet hilariously made intro video and I’m signing my life away. I will admit I barely read the contract, I couldn’t concentrate on it and all I knew was to sign my initial in the little boxes and then my full signature and date at the bottom.

Once I handed my paper in, the workers there told me I could sit outside and watch others jumping. At first I was too nervous to watch but I knew I had to brave it out. I think it just made me more nervous to be honest. The whole time I was thinking: “SAM!? WHAT ARE YOU GETTING YOURSELF INTO?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF YOU CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY GIRL!!!”

I was soooo close to backing out, I’m pretty sure I was near tears and possibly extremely pale at this point but I think I managed to hide it. My number is called, I head to the other room and suddenly everything gets so so real. I’m geared up with the harness, I’m introduced to my partner: Paulo, and my cameraman: Yuriy, I’m instructed on the how’s and what’s of tandem diving and then, I’m headed to the plane.

No turning back now.

Up and away we go and unfortunately, being the first to board the plane means you’re the last to dive. That means you watch everyone else fall out of the plane seemingly to their death and then it’s your turn. At this point, you don’t have time to be scared and even if you hesitate, it means nothing because your partner will just dive anyway and being attached to him or her means you have no choice but to go along for the ride.

There’s this moment, when I’m at the edge of the plane’s door staring out at the world knowing I’m 13,000 feet high up in the sky about to dive out and the only thing I can remember feeling is acceptance. Acceptance of what I’m not too sure, accepting my fate? My fear? Over-coming it maybe? It’s a little unclear. That might be because my thoughts were interrupted when Paulo decided we enjoyed the view enough and we were free falling for a minute and a half.

I can tell you now the experience was amazing. There’s no funny dropping feeling in the pit of your stomach. Since I’m not a bird I can’t compare it to flying, but it must be a pretty close comparison. I think the best word would be floating though, especially when the parachute is up and you’re just sailing.

The whole point of this long story is if you can move passed fear you can pretty much do anything humanly possible. You might not understand how proud I felt for myself, and accomplished too, but I was. I mean, the night before and the whole morning before my turn I doubted myself. I was in a world full of self-hate and that’s a pretty crappy place to be in because you feel horrible. In my head I wanted so badly to back out but then I’d get angry at myself, calling myself names none too pretty. I’m really my own worst critic but because I managed to push all that negativity aside and set my mind to this goal of overcoming this fear, I felt like I was on top of the world.

My mother says if I put myself in this mentality for everything in life, nothing can stand in my way for what I want. It’s true. It doesn’t mean you will get everything, but at least you’ve given everything you’ve got to try and get it. And like I said earlier, what’s life without a little risk? It’s the same as a life without dreams. Boring. A person will just sail through life, living but not really experiencing what there is. If you’re living this life once, why not make the most of it? Why not challenge yourself and figure out what your limitations are? If fear is holding you back, think about what you can do to over come it. It’s obviously easier said than done, like many things in life, but would you want to live a life full of what-ifs and maybes or the feeling of being proud of yourself?

My skydiving experience was a real eye-opener. I realized the limitations I thought I had were wrong and it’s all about what you can and will dedicate yourself into doing. I don’t think I had ever felt so proud of myself before that moment and that feeling is so overwhelming but so amazing I want to feel it more often. I mean, it’s one thing having someone feel proud of you, but to feel it for yourself because you did something is another feeling all together.

Am I making any sense?
I hope so.

I think it’s a little funny how skydiving had to be the event to make me see this, but hey, it’s different for everyone, right?

So, if you’re scared of heights, I definitely recommend skydiving (and even if you’re not scared of heights, skydiving is definitely something you should try if it interests you!). The next time life presents you with an opportunity to face your fear, whatever it is, take it. Take it and run! You’ll regret it if you don’t, and even if the outcome isn’t what you wanted, at least you tried.


Until tomorrow~!
It’s good to be back!


Signing my life away

Gearing Up

Saying byebye to Mom; She was pretty terrified for me

Paulo, Me and Yuriy 🙂 ❤

Post Jump 😀

Hug! 😀


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A (Not So) Lazy Saturday

my jogging route

My Jogging Route

Good morning everyone!
Happy Saturday 🙂

It’s the start of the weekend and I’m just wondering how you’re all doing? What are your plans for the day? Do you have lots of things that need to get done or will you have one of those relaxing sit-down days with a cup of whichever beverage you prefer (I’m a tea person because coffee makes me jittery)?

Do you have a weekend routine that you don’t have much time during the week for?
I like playing some nice music when I’m waking up! I can’t do that during the week because my father is still asleep at 4h30 in the morning. On weekends though, I manage to sleep in at least until 8am and he’ll be up by then blasting his own music.

A few songs from this morning’s playlist are:
Hungry Ghosts – I Don’t Think About You Anymore But, I Don’t Think About You Any Less
Daughter – Youth
Ron Pope – A Drop in the Ocean
Sia – I’m in Here
Cinematic Orchestra – To Build A Home

Jogging Route

Other than that morning routine, I have loads of things to do and so little time (and maybe a dash of laziness as well). But there is one thing I do want to get done today! Since it’s not overly warm out and with it being cloudy, I feel like this morning is the perfect time to go for a jog. It’s been a few weeks since I went on one because I was recovering from a cold. I feel if I don’t get back on track with my running schedule, I’ll never get back into it. I’ll let you know if I manage to get this jog done!

Not much time left for blogging today so I’ll keep it like this 🙂
Short and Sweet.

Till Tomorrow~!

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Tasty Tidbits About Sam: A Love Affair with Hair Dye

I noticed that I haven’t really written about myself on my blog yet (other than a glimpse into how I think and motivate myself), and it’s not like I’m self-absorbed or whatever, but I feel since I’ve been gaining some followers, you should get to know the other side of me as well! As a result, I decided to make a little corner of my blog called Tasty Tidbits About Sam. It’s not really going to be tasty (unless I’m talking about food haha) but I liked the alliteration 🙂

So, something about me. Back when I was in high school, I was a “rock-and-roll” girl (what everyone called ‘Emo’. Urgh. Just thinking about class-types makes me cringe). I was a typical teenager full of angst and a sometimes “F THE WORLD” mentality. Being into “angry noise” as my parents often called it, also put me into the kind of express “your F the system” mentality with hair dye, grungy clothes, studded everything and run down shoes or combats.

This “lifestyle” went on for ohhh… about four years. What some of my friends have admitted to me is, if I hadn’t taken the initiative to talk to them, they probably would have stayed away because I seemed much more intimidating and unapproachable back then. I laugh just thinking and writing about it. I don’t think I’m very intimidating. I’m under 5’4″ how intimidating can I get? (Okay. That’s a lie. I’ve been known to yell at rude people on the streets when they’re harassing my friends and I also have a bit of a temper but moving onnnn.)

Of course. I grew up and realized, hey, I need to be somewhat presentable when I start work, make new contacts out in the “Real World”. So… I toned down on the all black, ripped jeans and even the more ripped up shoes one by one. Oh, and I actually wear dresses now. Le Gasp! The high school version of me would have scoffed. Surprise surprise!

Don’t get me wrong, I still listen to my angry noise and I still have my days where I go back to that old style but it’s rare (I also still have my days when I go “F the world” because, hey, who doesn’t have bad days?). The one thing that I did keep though, is hair dye.

I LOVE experimenting with my hair, whether it be with braids, curling it, up do’s, anything! I’m always willing to try. My parents are still on the “first impressions bit” and I understand that, sooo there are some hairstyles I’ll just have to wait to get (like that side cut I’ve been wanting for two years now).

But, as much as I love all those things, dying my hair is NUMBER ONE on my favourite things to experiment with. I know, it’s not healthy for my hair but it’s dead anyway and I use treatments to keep them from breaking! In the passed year, I went from dark red (only visible under the sun). As you can and will continue to see during the post with all the photos, it was followed by a gradient style, the “ombre effect” which went from my natural dark hair, to dark red, ending in bright red.

When it faded, I went dark brown to blonde at the tips.

After that I went Coral Pink.

And then I went Blonde again.

Then I decided, hey lets go crazy with the hair dye and put ALL THE COLORS!
By all, I mean pink, blue, lavender and green.

I made the mistake of going to the spa and the chlorine killed the hair color making it a weird green.
To fix that I went from green to turquoise blue at the ends.

And then completely blue at the ends.

Then finally. I decided that maintaining all of this was a lot and I needed a break and a change so I cut my hair. I don’t have a picture of that yet because I still (a week later) haven’t decided if I like my short hair or not. It goes down to my shoulders just passed by collar bone. I can’t to anything with it which is probably why I’m having trouble liking it haha. I can’t braid it and a bun keeps falling out. Sigh. I’ll figure something out. I’m enjoying the challenge.

Okay. I think I’ve rambled enough for a friday evening haha!
Enjoy the weekend and until tomorrow~!

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May and June 5am Sunrise

Ever since I was a child, I loved watching the sunrise or the sunset. There’s always something so soothing about it that makes me feel at ease. In the morning, dark blues lighten to pale purples and pinks before gradually going red, orange, and yellow. And then the sun peaks over the horizon like mother nature is waking up on one side of the world and donning on her crown.

July’s Sunrise (I ran out of Instant Film)

When I started working at the bookstore most of my shifts required me to be there for 6am. Living outside of the city like I do means I have to be up at 4h30 and leave my place by 5am. During the winter, it was still dark out but as spring came along, slowly but surely, I’d get glimpses of the sunrise! Now that it’s summer, the sunrise starts at around 4h45 so if I’m done getting ready by that time, I’ll take a seat outside and watch it for a bit.

This Morning, the Moon was as bright as ever on the opposite side of the sunrise!

It really is magical. There are days when I think about how we’re living in such a material world and we forget. Forget about the beauty that’s around us and it kind of makes me sad. The world’s beauty has always been there but why can’t we take the time to appreciate it more? Why are we able to make time for facebook, or whatever else, but we can’t take 5 minutes to “stop and smell the roses”. Sometimes, it really is just the simple things that can give you a moment of happiness, you just have to take the time to see it.

I decided it would be best if I shared my sunrises (and one sunset) with you! I hope, maybe, on your next sleepless night or early morning, you’ll take the time to watch the sunrise with me on your side of the world!

Till next time~!


The Sunset on my way home back in May


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This morning after work, I was having a coffee break and someone had come up to me complimenting the tattoo I have on my back (featured above). We both got to talking about our ink and if we had a story behind them. Mine wasn’t really a story but more of an idea.

As you’ll come to realize, I have a fascination for Dreams. Not the kind where a girl fantasizes about boys or whatever. No.

I love the idea of dreams being something you work towards. I’ve always thought to myself:

“Dreams are our hopes and ambitions coming to life; they’re the beginnings of a goal and the road to something greater. We only have to walk that path to make our dreams come true.”

It’s not always easy to walk down that road but what road is ever perfectly smooth the whole way through? Sometimes you’ll want to give up, sometimes there will be a fork in the road and you won’t be able to decide which way to go, but you always have to remember that no matter what, at the end of that path your goal is there.

Along the way you’ll meet people who will help you towards this goal and you’ll meet people who will try to stop you but as long as you keep going you’ll eventually get to that destination. You have to keep your head up, keep walking, and keep moving forward.

Now, I’m not perfect so I forget this sometimes. Often if I’m being honest. Going after what you want isn’t the easiest thing in the world. There are days when I don’t have enough courage or enough motivation. There are days when I just don’t care and it sucks. I get angry at myself but then I remember, getting angry at yourself doesn’t help. It doesn’t move you forward but keeps you back.

There are times when I worry, will I ever be able to reach this goal? Make these dreams come true? Who knows. I’ll have to keep trying to figure it out. There will probably be some dreams I won’t be able to make happen but trying and failing is better than doing nothing at all. What happens on that road to your goal is the story and there isn’t always a happy ending. But! That doesn’t mean getting to the end wasn’t a great story or adventure in itself, right?


So, long story short, my tattoo is a reminder if you will, to keep dreaming and I’ll always have someone watching my back should things go wrong.

Besides, what’s life without dreams?
A boring one.



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