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Back to the Blog- A fresh Start

/ Friday, August 15, 2025
Hey there, my Beautiful People!

It’s been a while. Two years, to be exact. A lot has changed since the last time I hit publish on this blog—life, priorities, and even the way content is shared online. Somewhere in the middle of all that change, I lost the rhythm of writing regularly. I didn’t stop writing altogether, just… stopped sharing.

Life got full—in the best of ways. I got married (you already know that), moved through new chapters, and writing quietly became something I did in the margins, just for myself. Without a regular audience or someone to bounce ideas off of, I lost the push to finish and post. And with the growing shift towards vlogs and short-form video content, I often felt like maybe my kind of storytelling was becoming obsolete, you know!

Here’s the thing: I admire people who can confidently speak to a camera. It’s a talent, and a brave one. But it’s not me. I’m more at home with a keyboard or now on the phone, crafting thoughts at my own pace, letting words find their way. I still love sharing photos and the occasional silent video clips—but talking on camera? Still not my comfort zone.



That’s why I’m here again. This blog has always been a space where I feel most myself. And though the design is still a work in progress (bear with the tweaks and changes), I didn’t want to wait any longer to reconnect with the readers who have always been so kind to read along. 

I’ve missed writing for you, my Beautiful People. For those of you who followed quietly, commented once in a while, or just read without saying a word—thank you. It means more than I can say. Whether you’re one of the few who’s been here since the beginning or someone new who just stumbled across this post—welcome, and welcome back.

Here’s to picking up where we left off, at our own pace, in our own way. The blog is back and so is your girl. 
Hey there, my Beautiful People!

It’s been a while. Two years, to be exact. A lot has changed since the last time I hit publish on this blog—life, priorities, and even the way content is shared online. Somewhere in the middle of all that change, I lost the rhythm of writing regularly. I didn’t stop writing altogether, just… stopped sharing.

Life got full—in the best of ways. I got married (you already know that), moved through new chapters, and writing quietly became something I did in the margins, just for myself. Without a regular audience or someone to bounce ideas off of, I lost the push to finish and post. And with the growing shift towards vlogs and short-form video content, I often felt like maybe my kind of storytelling was becoming obsolete, you know!

Here’s the thing: I admire people who can confidently speak to a camera. It’s a talent, and a brave one. But it’s not me. I’m more at home with a keyboard or now on the phone, crafting thoughts at my own pace, letting words find their way. I still love sharing photos and the occasional silent video clips—but talking on camera? Still not my comfort zone.



That’s why I’m here again. This blog has always been a space where I feel most myself. And though the design is still a work in progress (bear with the tweaks and changes), I didn’t want to wait any longer to reconnect with the readers who have always been so kind to read along. 

I’ve missed writing for you, my Beautiful People. For those of you who followed quietly, commented once in a while, or just read without saying a word—thank you. It means more than I can say. Whether you’re one of the few who’s been here since the beginning or someone new who just stumbled across this post—welcome, and welcome back.

Here’s to picking up where we left off, at our own pace, in our own way. The blog is back and so is your girl. 
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I have first been introduced to Guy de Maupassant when I was 18 years old by my French tuition teacher. French was one of the main subjects I undertook for my Higher School Certificate and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Boule de Suif et les autres contes de la guerre by Guy de Maupassant was one of  my favourites back then and still is. I believe that he was a Master of the short story form and he knew perfectly well how to emphasize on the themes such as war, the shallow values of the society and human villainy amongst many others in his works. 

Whilst rummaging through my Husband's stuffs, I found the book of  Le Papa de Simon et autres nouvelles by none other than Guy de Maupassant. I sat down to read it and between each stories, I had to take a small break to digest their contents. The vivid narration and description of the emotions is so intense that it requires you a while before you can continue reading. It took me back to my school days when I had to sit down and analyse the underlying themes of each tales read. And as you might have noticed, the theme that strike me the most is that of the human villainy. 

In his stories, he often portrays characters who are driven by their own selfish desires, willing to do anything that will help them achieve their goals, regardless of the consequences for others. He explores the darker side of human nature, showing how easily people can be corrupted by power, greed or jealousy. 

There is no perfect being in his stories; his characters are complex and often flawed, with their actions and motivations being driven by mix of both good and bad intentions. Maupassant challenges us, as a reader, to examine our own moral compass, forcing us to consider what we would have done in that situation. 

For me, his stories are a powerful reminder of the potential for darkness that exists within us all and are a cautionary tale, urging us to be mindful of our actions and the impact they can have on those around us. 


Until my next post,
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Every year I find myself coming back to my blog with the promise of writing more, but only to end up shattering the illusions of me being a blogger. Uggh. Such a disappointment to the blogging world!
Tbh, I do write. I start up a lot of blog posts, but they all remain in the shadows of the drafts and will never reach the spotlight of my blog. Tragic! But, this is something I am still working on.

So, without further ado, let me share about my recent big aha moment. If you have been following me on my Instagram Page, you must be familiar with my love for reading. I, recently, came across a blog post Three reasons to re read your favourite books, by Amber, which triggered me to scrutinise my book collection. I believe that all readers are guilty of saying "I'll re-read my favourite books" only to find ourselves, opting for something from the endless TBR piles, because "why re read something I have read before when I can read something new" and enjoy the whole excitement of discovering new characters, new plots, new themes. Life is so short, and there are soooo many books out there, that will remain unread. 
But thanks to Amber from the Literary Phoenix blog, I decided to re-read a book. But not a book that I liked or something I was comfortable with. I chose that book, that I always looked with disdain and spoke about in a very condescending manner. Because to me, it was a disappointment, with a title that betrayed my expectations. I am here talking about "Le Temps des Amours" by Marcel Pagnol, which was a posthumous publication of his autobiography. Why so much hate for "Le Temps des Amours", if you would ask me. 

First of all, my issue was the title itself. It was misleading. When I first read it, I thought it was about a teenage romantic book, while in reality, it had little to almost nothing to do with romanticism. My expectations crumbled right there.

Secondly, this book, I did not go out to the bookstore to buy it on my own will. It was imposed. Had I not been asked to read this book as part of a group assignment for my Alliance Française classes back in the days, it would have still been there on bookshelf of the bookstore. And hey, I was 13 years old! Don't judge me harshly. You know, as a book-loving teenager, I used to relish books from the Coeur Grenadine Series, Sweet Valley High, Nancy Drew Files, Christopher Pike's books or even the Secret Seven series,... and so, you see, Marcel Pagnol did not fit into that category. 

But now, as a 30 years old, "supposedly" grown-up adult, I feel that I made the right decision to re-read "Le Temps des Amours". I believe that I failed to understand the book because I could neither understand the childish pranks pulled out by Marcel and his friends nor identify with the characters nor relate to the first love of Lagneau. I went to an all-girl secondary state school and I was myself a boring person, as far as I remember. Therefore, I could not associate myself to it. Conversely, when I re read it, I felt a little more connected to Marcel and his friends; I was able to relate to part of what the author lived through my fiancé and his friends' stories of their school days. They would tell me about how they used to pull pranks, their first encounters with girls, which was similar to that of Lagneau with a modern touch, instead of sending love notes, they had to text using the parents' cellphones. 

And re-reading this book for me, has been insightful. For years, I hated it for not being what the title said, for not being something I could understand back then. I no more look at it with disdain. It just helped me realise how us, humans, form our opinions about things we do not understand. 

And I feel that if I re-read a book that I love, I would not have realised how much our perception changes over the years. The plot is the same, but we are not the same person we were when we first read it because there are so many factors in life, such as, personal experiences, books we read, our relationships, that has altered our ways of interpreting things. It deepens our understanding our understanding and build a different rapport with book, along with witnessing your personal growth as a person. And also, on the positive side, we get to relive the book through a fresh eye. 

So, my beautiful readers, I encourage you to keep on reading. Until my next post,
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