The Rain Stops In Paris…

The rain stops in Paris, as I walk through rue Montcalm, heading home. Feeling the chilly morning air while I opened the window of my small apartment.

The rain stops in Paris, as I smells the fresh baguette that was being display by the boulangere. The crispy bready sounds as I cut through it for breakfast.

The rain stops in Paris, as I stand in awe in front of  the Les Nympheas. Silently admiring the brush stroke of the artwork among the sea of people passing by.

The rain stops in Paris, as I stroll around the Seine River, admiring the calm river, and enjoying the laid back life I have in Paris.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take the metro to get to the heart of the city. Reading my books as I waited to arrive at my stop.

The rain stops in Paris, as I climb up the Eiffel Tower. The view from all the way from 324 metres up there leave me breathless and definitely makes me feel small, in a good way.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take a sip of the famous Angelina’s hot chocolate. Never have I ever feel so guilty and sinful drinking something so delicious in my life.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take my camera out, taking pictures circling around the Latin Quartier. Chanced upon a small vintage cute bookshop and get to sip a cup of coffee while observing the tourist and people visiting Notre Dame.

The rain stops in Paris, and the heartbreak too. My broken heart slowly starts to heal, and I found myself loving my life again.

The rain stops in Paris, and I am once again…

Simply, comfortably in love…

—- t.b.h.g


It’s been 6 months from Paris, and I still can’t get over the fact that my Paris trip is over. All that I want and all that I can keep thinking about is that I need to go back there asap, and have another 3 months long trip to the City of Lights.

This piece is written for me, to celebrate my healing phase, which prove to be very helpful and long lasting. I’ve never been in love with myself like now since a few years ago.

After a long time beating up myself for the past I have, I’ve never feel as good as now. It feels kind of like ‘the rain stops in Paris’ 🙂

And once again folks, I’m

Simply, comfortably in love…

The Blue Hair Girl

A Hundred “I Miss You”s

A Hundred “I Miss You”s

I told the sky that “I miss you”, and the sky went gloomy with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the wind that “I miss you”, and the wind went cold with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the earth that “I miss you”, and the earth turned dry with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the birds that “I miss you”, and the birds sang a sad song for me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the leafs that “I miss you”, and the leaves turned red to distract me with it’s beauty…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the rain that “I miss you”, and the rain fell harder to cry with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the sea that “I miss you”, and the waves dies down in silence for me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the mountains that “I miss you”, and they console me with their stillness…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the cup of coffee that “I miss you”, and it kept me awake during those days I miss you too much I don’t want to get out of bed…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the walls that “I miss you”, and they bear witness my loneliness…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the books that “I miss you”, and they did their best to entertain me with the stories written in them…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the pen that”I miss you”, and the pen told me to write my words…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the empty pages of my diary that “I miss you”, and they stay still as I wrote my misery…

I miss you… I miss you…

Every single particle on my body screams it…

I miss you… I miss you…

Every single fibre of my being exudes it…

I miss you… I miss you…

A hundred “I miss you”s have been said every single day since I know you…

I told everyone I miss you… and they told me to tell you…

I told everything I miss you… and they echoed my words to me…

I miss you… I miss you… I miss you…

I told the sun that “I miss you”, and the sun shine brightly to cheer me up…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the moon that “I miss you”, and the moon dimmed his light to let me sleep and dream of you…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the dog that “I miss you”, and he whimper to agree with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the goldfish that “I miss you”, and she stares back at me who are staring mindlessly thinking of you…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the cat that “I miss you”, and the fat furball purr lazily to answer me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the flowers that “I miss you”, and they wilted as they misses you too…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the water in my glass that “I miss you”, and the surface stayed calm as I circled my fingers on the brim of the glass…

I miss you… I miss you…

and my eyes watered a little when I said to myself that “I miss you” for the hundredth times as another day went by…

I miss you… I miss you… I miss you…

I told the pillow that “I miss you”, and it told me to sleep so you’ll appear in my dream…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the blanket that “I miss you”, and it kept me warm as I met you in my dreams…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told a stranger that “I miss you”, and he smiled and told me to be missed by a girl like me is a blessing, but sadly you don’t realised that or rather you don’t know yet…

and I miss you… I miss you…

I told the bartender that “I miss you”, and he shook his head as I gulped down my drink in sorrow…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the clock that “I miss you”, and the time goes by in silence…

I miss you… I miss you…

and as I stared at our pictures at night, I keep repeating to myself that “I miss you”

I miss you… I miss you…

and my best friend told me that I sleep-talked, and the only thing that I said is that “I miss you”…

and I miss you… I miss you…

As I took another breath, I miss you…

As I cleared out all my thoughts, I miss you…

As I closed my eyes, I miss you…

And for the umpteenth times, I miss you… I miss you…

—- t.b.h.g


Challenging myself to pass the time for the countless times, while missing someone that is so far away from me. Someone who is in a different timezone, different continent. There’s a hundred “I Miss You” in this post, hopefully these “I Miss You” reach my tall french man who is seven thousands miles away from me.

Hopefully my words relate to those who are in the same positions as me, hopefully these words written can make the one you are missing realised that you are missing them and hopefully, I wish, that they reciprocate your feeling.

Tu Me Manques – You are missing from me…

Till the next time I get to see you again, I’ll be…

Simply, comfortably in love with you…

The Blue Hair Girl

A Letter To My Best Friend, The Bride-To-Be…

A Letter To My Best Friend, The Bride-To-Be…

Dear My Best Friend,

Congratulations for the upcoming wedding! As I was writing this letter at 3am in the morning, because I can’t sleep being excited that you are getting engaged and married soon, I can’t help being happy, excited and sad at the same time.

You are starting your wedding planning now, and be rest assured that I will be there beside you every step of the way. We will have fun deciding the theme, colours for the wedding, picking out dresses and flowers, arranging the day, maybe you’ll cry along the way because of the stress that you can’t decide on the cake, maybe I’ll be the one who cry seeing how beautiful you are in many wedding dresses that you try on, and cry even harder than your mom the moment we found “the dress”. Don’t worry babe, we will go through it all together I promise, and I promise we will laugh about it in the end during our scheduled teatimes with our children in the future.

The first time I met you at our volunteer work, the only thing that crossed my mind was “I wanna slap this girl” but then you approached me and tell me to stay the night instead of going home and coming back the next day, even though you are sharp-mouthed but I know I was drawn to you and I feel how similar we are in being as real as we possibly can be. That moment I knew, I found someone much more important than any lovers I could find in the future.  The only person that I know will stay in my life forever, and now it has been 9 years after that first encounter, and yet it is proven to be true, you are still here in my life, no matter how we fight, how we argue, how we always point out each other mistake bluntly, our friendship stays strong and going stronger throughout the years. Sometimes people can’t handle us, some even worse, they thought we are lesbians. #friendshipsgoals

We are there for each other for the many mistakes we made, for all the heartbreaks and drunk nights after the heartbreaks. Remember the night you scold me after I almost crash the wedding of that ex of mine? The many other times I scold you for crying for some worthless ex of yours? We always says that maybe that’s why we are separated in two cities by God, we are too overprotective of each other, we won’t be able to approve each other’s boyfriend. 9 years of friendship and we are still talking like we don’t mature with time, still do some crazy things, still covering each other’s asses, still doing ‘our crime’ together.

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Funny isn’t it? How our friendship works? We are two very different people. You wear sexy clothes, and I wear comfortable one most of the times. You like make up and I don’t like makeup at all. I read all kinds of books and you will only read several that I recommend to you. I write and you don’t. You always have guys falling on their toes, and I am comfortably witnessing all the stupid things that they did just to get your attentions. I like to eat so much and you are the Diet Guru, although it’s always fail because every time we hang out, you somehow order as much food as I am. HAHA!

Hey remember the time we fight that we almost really push each other off, and I was miserable the whole day, and you were mad the whole time, and we just hug it off and cry it off and voila! We are fine again no matter how much we shouted at each other in the morning. Do you remember how we almost got into a fight with your ex in the mall? Well it didn’t happened even though I wished for it so much, because you pull me to leave.  I’m still pissed off to this day about it. There’s a lot of many other things that we do to pissed each other off and somehow no matter how annoyed we are with each other, we always come back together and grew stronger out of it.

You are getting married soon, and baby, here I am, happy, excited and sad all at the same time. Happy that after so many heartbreak that we went through together, you finally found your person, someone that you can depend on, someone that you can call “home”, and I know that this person is the one for you, after all the many things we do to be sure of it. HAHA!

Here I am, so excited that I can’t sleep at 3 am in the morning because of the many things that going to happen in your life. You will reach another milestone in your life, and all the fun wedding planning we will be doing in the next few months. Not only that, but I am also excited that even though you are getting married, I know we will still do so many stupid things together, and not only that I know we will pull your hubby-to-be to be a part of those things too. No matter who will we marry, we are still the “dumb and dumber” to each other’s. Doing all the stupid things we always do still no matter how old we are.

And yet I am sad that after you get married, I will need to share you with your husband, but don’t worry babe, I know you will make time for me. 😉

Last but the most important, I write this at 3 am, to wish you the very best, my sister from another set of parents.

I wish you all the wisdom to be a good wife to your husband. I wish you be bestowed with all the grace to go through all the obstacles that you will face in your marriage as you grow with it. I wish you the patience to be the mother of all your children in the future. I wish you a good sense of humour, that you find something worthy to laugh for in everything that happened in the future, be it bad and good.

I wish you the humility to admit your wrongs to your husband and the generosity to forgive him the one mistake he makes and the good memory to remember all the thing he did right instead. I wish you the confidence that you guys love each other and no matter what happened you will have the modesty to go through it all together and grow stronger when you come out of it. And finally I wish you love, so much love that you guys fight for no matter what happened, no matter it is 3 years ahead or later when you guys are white-haired and wrinkled.

Lastly, I wish that both of you are…

Simply, comfortably in love with each other.

Sincerely Yours

The Blue Hair Girl.