Castles in the Air

I’ve known this one boy for a very very long time (let’s call him Matt). Matt and I have a LOT of mutual friends. He would go out of his way to make me happy, to make me feel part of the group, and to make me feel special. He would always make sure I’m participating in their outings even if it meant paying for my share. It was a very innocent, sweet type of love. He would (and still does) call me Princess in front of all his friends. Problem is, I was (and am still) taken, and I knew Matt through my current boyfriend. I never had the same mutual feelings as Matt did but I did feel appreciated and flattered every time  he would show extra attention.

There was this one time a group of us went to go sing karaoke. It was also the one rare time I went out at night by myself without the boyfriend and me having social anxiety and not wanting to make a massive fool of myself, I wanted to go sing but didn’t want to go sing at the same time. To be honest I didn’t really know what I wanted, I just knew I wanted to go out with my friends. I WAS ALREADY THERE. Of course, Matt knew what I was feeling and stepped in and paid for my karaoke entrance even when I told him I wouldn’t sing. Matt told me to forget about it and just have fun and open up. Before I knew it, Matt handed the cashier my fare and I had my awesome glow-in-the-dark hand stamp that I was proud of for DAYS (I rarely go out to late-night gatherings)!!

An hour or two passed and the bunch of us belted on top of our lungs ‘IN THE END’‘WE BELONG TOGETHER’, amongst a bunch of other hilarious songs. I’m pretty sure we ruined everyone’s ear drums that night. Suddenly, to my surprise, Matt (being the shy boy he was) took a mic and started a song. It was “Passenger – Let Her Go”, and during the instrumental intro, he looked me in the eye and said that this song was for me and sang the song for me.

Everyone waved their arms in the air and we actually enjoyed his singing! Matt was a great crooner. I was floored. Unfortunately, I could not return the feelings, I bit my bottom lip and stammered as I thanked him (why?! WHY? Who “thanks” someone after they sing them a song?!).

However, as the months passed, Matt started disappearing and I don’t blame him. I am already committed to another relationship, but that doesn’t meant we couldn’t be friends, right? I do miss his company and the laughter he brought to everyone. I guess I can only take the positive feelings I’ve learnt and bring it forth in my relationships in the present and in the future.

Small Spaces: Storage Management

This past weekend, the bf and I have been stepping up our game in maximizing the space that we live in (800sqft). In the entrance of our front hallway, we have an amazing storage closet which we converted into sort of a pantry/stock closet. Before we built our shelving unit, we were considering building our own customizable shelving unit from Ikea, but we found this awesome organizational unit that fit like a glove. I will probably do an organization update on this unit a few months later but for now, it does the trick and we’re happy (yes, your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you, we splurged on a Dyson and it is our baby!)


People who know me personally know that I am a highly sentimental person and that I have a large collection of paper memorabilia. Letters and cards are my most prized possession, and instead of having them tucked away, what better way to display it out and remember the love that I’ve received?

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Insert the most talked about Ikea product ever, the Raskog utility cart. I have plans in the future to spray paint it a baby pink, but for now here’s my configuration! The top shelf displays my most sentimental cards (the top left from my mom, and the three others from my best friend), some baby perfumes and my precious Instax polaroid camera. I plan to put a little potted plant in the little corner in front of the camera in the future!

The second shelf serves as a sort of bookshelf for my ever growing collection of notebooks, books, and photo albums where I keep my memorabilia. It’s right next to my office desk so it’s easy for me to grab for when I meal plan for the week. The third shelf is still a work in progress, I do create jewellery on the side so maybe the bottom shelf can be my crafting shelf!

All in all, I am pretty satisfied with the small progress of our new home. I’m excited to blog about the changes in the next few months! Thank you for reading^.^

❤ Jessica

Small Space: Laundry Room Woes

Well well, I’ve run into my first rut from moving out of my parent’s (pretty much mansion) house into a condo without a laundry room with enough space for a linen closet, a drying rack, and other luxury items I didn’t know I took for granted.

What happens if I wanted to hand wash some clothing items and hang dry?!

We were already blessed with our own en-suite washer/dryer unit (I told my boyfriend I sure as hell do NOT want to buy a condo with a shared laundry room) and generously sized storage closet solution. But on those cloudy, wintery days where I still need to hand wash certain garments that I really loved, what would I need to do?

A bit of a background of the characteristics of our condo: we actually don’t have a standing bath tub shower (boo), but a glass shower with two doors connecting his and my private bathrooms. We don’t actually have rings for a shower curtain or that would’ve been an easy solution to hang dry my clothes.

Well, if your boyfriend is as Canadian as mine, you may have a hockey stick (or two or twenty) lying around the house (amirite or amirite, ladies?) I used to abhor seeing these ugly sticks lying around, but since we’ve got a pretty nice sized storage locker, it fits his ginormous hockey bag + sticks (angels are singing!). I thought one day, why don’t I try hanging a hockey stick above the glass shower door for a makeshift rod, and hang the clothes from there?

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First, you’d need a bucket to wash your clothes in. Mine is nothing fancy for now but this will do. You have no idea how much I was praying that I wouldn’t bump into anybody in the building carrying that damn hockey stick up to my floor from the storage room, but thank God, I saw no one.

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Secondly, hang the clothes on the makeshift rack from the good ol’ hockey stick and voila, you have a makeshift laundry rack!!

I was pretty ecstatic to find out that this little hack of mine worked for our tiny space. I hope it helped you with your small space solutions, and if not, I hope it put a smile on your face regardless! The things we ladies think of! We deserve a Grammy!

Productive Weekend and Mini Self Care Haul

We’re nicely settled into our new condo now! Over the weekend, my boyfriend and I finally picked up my office desk from Ikea and finally set up our little office, which I am SOOO happy and pleased with! It is by far no means complete, but we’ll make do with what we have so far.

It’s a room made for a second bedroom, but since it’s just the two of us, we turned it into a shared, practical office space. Hopefully when everything’s all set up and ready I’ll share some photos! I’m so pleased with the space that we worked with.

Anyway, today while I was waiting for the laundry to be done I went out to the drugstore to pick up some self care items.

File_000.jpegI don’t know about you, but WHO CAN RESIST HELLO KITTY?! I knew these were at the drugstore for a while already and I finally went out to get one. I was tempted to buy them all out but I practiced self control ~ haha!!

My favourite body wash was on sale so I picked up a bottle, along with a bottle of baby lotion for my boyfriend’s poor dry and chapped hands. My feet has been extra dry this winter too, so I decided to go for this brand which was having a buy one get one! I also stocked up on my favourite instant coffee mix. Funny story, as I am super petite, and my favourite mix was at the highest shelf, a cute nice old man saw me struggling to reach the box without knocking everything else off the shelves and came to my rescue. May your days be filled with hot chocolate and marshmellows, kind man!! ❤

Anyway, I managed to get back to the condo before it started blizzarding again and as I type this I’m looking out the window happy that I’m not stuck outside. 🙂

What’s your favourite coffee mix? I’d like to venture out and try different flavours~ ^^


I Survived an Abusive Boss

As I became older, I realized that I do not need to be the dumping ground for other people’s negativity and has learnt to say no when it’s time to.

I recently quit a stable position to pursue a more advanced career in corporate law, and the head lawyer was such a soul sucking, backyard school bully. I’ve never experienced anyone quite like him in my entirety of working experience.  Since I was the only female in the law firm, that made it an easy target for him to direct all his mental problems to me. I stayed because I needed the money, because we have financial responsibility. But I knew that I was worth more than how he treated me – less than dirt.

There were literally times when he would outright verbally assault, humiliate and berate me in front of the team for nothing. He would grill me on questions he knew I didn’t know just to make me feel like a fucking door knob. He would swear at me to his hearts’ content like I’m worth less than dirt. He once told me that I am the least important person in his life to him and that I was not allowed to bother the other lawyers who will be more important to him than I ever will be. And this is my BOSS – in a modern, westernized country. I couldn’t report anything to HR because it was an extremely small firm and the big boss himself was basically HR. I could only do what I needed to do, and that was to escape. After spending a weekend wallowing in my sorrow and not wanting to go back to the office, I wrote him a resignation email after two months. I was going to be loyal enough to stay for the week but my health is wealth and it was slowly on a decline. On Sunday I gave him a notice stating that I’m leaving the next day.

Come Monday, and I legitimately walked out on the devil boss. What I wanted to say to his face was “fuck you for making me suffer for the sake of your business.” But I walked out at noon, and I never felt happier.

As I get older in life, I learn to not take shit from other people and walk out when it’s too much. Although I am currently unemployed, I am happy. And at the end of the day, I felt so much more relieved, and definitely STRONGER.