Oh stuff it.  The launch happens now.

And yes.  To those very observant people, I did forget how to ‘print-screen’ on my Mac haha

It is looking a bit bare at the moment… will slowly add to it and put up a customised header in time.  I imported the latest post over so it’s not too lonely over there haha. But yay to SWOTVAC productivity!

♥ Ames


teaching blood

I can officially say, 1 down and 2 more to go now :D.

Boy, it’s been an eventful day already and it’s not even 3pm hehehe.  I learnt a number of valuable lessons today on 3 hours of sleep (or maybe because of only 3 hours of sleep):

  1. 1L Milk costs $2.60 at the local milk bar
  2. A bit of preparation really does make all the difference when it comes to teaching (I know – revelation of the century right?)
  3. How to stay calm in high pressure situations
  4. Always leave a Yellow Pages in your garage
  5. Never leave the house without your phone or driver’s license
  6. Somehow my parents always seem to end up being right (it’s a reality I can’t deny anymore!)
  7. It costs $125 to….

That last one shall be elaborated at a later date.  All I’ll say is that I really need to work on being less careless (i.e. more careful) and less absent-minded (i.e. think through things before actually doing them… this has been my greatest character flaw to date).  In other news, my lil five-year old student brought along her lil THREE year old brother who was sooooooooo cute!  He was quietly colouring a Bob The Builder page in his mother’s arms during the lesson and he gave it to me at the end… your cue: ‘AWWWWWWW’. Such a darling!

It just occurred to me that I actually do come from a family of teachers.  My grandparents (on my mother’s side) were actually principals of a school in Vietnam back in the day and my aunties and my uncles (and my mother as well) all had tutoring jobs before they left the country.  Now in Australia, my uncle runs a music school in Sydney, my cousin’s wife (not exactly blood relative but family enough) teaches Grade 2 at my old primary school, my cousin teaches bass guitar on the side of his day job and my cousin in Chicago is a music teacher too.  So I guess, if this law thing doesn’t work out, I know what I have as back up :P.

Bonus news: The domain has been registered and the blog name has been chosen!  Should be up and running after exams, and after I get a proper chance get a few blogger opinions on my choice, tweek it and make it home-y :).

Double bonus news: I entered my first ever online blog competition… hope I’ll be inspired to brush up on my french if I win ;).

Now, back to study.


♥ Ames


And so we’re one down, two more to go. *breathe*

I wish…I’m only 1/3 of the way through this essay >.<. Have to keep your eyes on the prize though, right?


I actually (confession time) have spent a fair bit of my ‘exam time’ revisiting posts that I’ve written in the last (nearly) 6 months and perhaps it is (just a tad) egotistical but I kinda like what I’ve written :P (and I’m really enjoying the use of brackets to have an additional commentary along side the actual body of this post!).  However, as much as I’d like to share everything I’ve written with the world and be as transparent as possible, I guess there’s a part of me that would still like to keep things a bit more private around these parts… perhaps it has to do with some of the outbursts I’ve published here already or the delves into the past that I don’t mind sharing, but perhaps not straight away to the new acquaintance that I may have just added on Facebook (when I un-ban myself) or to those who have yet to hear actual events from my own lips.  I’d rather introduce people first to the other, perhaps brighter and lighter side of Ames, instead of giving them the task of navigating through some of the deeper, more serious (and at times emotional) musings to find her.

And as always, I’m taking way too long to get to the point which is basically the decision: I’m starting a new blog.

There, I said it.  Essentially, it’ll be a reserved for posts that wouldn’t produce a cause for concern should a future employer come across it or if my parents read it haha.  Yes, I have been a closet blogger for the last 2-3 years :P.  There have been a few posts here that I have wanted to share with the wider community but I’ve been nervous about what else they would find should they click the initial link that I give them… again, I digress.  FUNDAMENTALLY, content on the new blog will be focused mainly on photography, foodie reviews, adventures around my beloved Melbourne, happy stuff and whatever doesn’t make the cut, will end up here in this beautiful mess I’ve created.

THEREFORE (such a law word to use), faithful readers, subscribers, friends who’ve been following here and from the old blog home… thank you and I’m really hoping the third one will be the charm ;).  I’ve been browsing around for a new blog theme too which makes the whole prospect of starting anew very exciting but I’ll let you know when it’s up and running and when this blog can be taken off your blog roll :).  I’ll probably still post here on and off but Mixed Bag of Musings won’t be opened up to new readers so I guess you can feel (the faux) privilege that you will be able to continue observing whatever is not filtered through lols.

Now, to make that first statement come true…

♥ Ames

autumn on the ground…

Last post before lockdown for the 3 day exam…

A song that came up on shuffle during this morning’s run.  I thought it was timely since autumn was all around me :).

In the autumn on the ground,
between the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories – whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I’ll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it’s time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

I’ll be waiting for you, baby
I’ll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting til we’re ready, til it’s right
Love is waiting

It’s my caution not the cold
There’s no other hand that I would rather hold
The climate changes, I’m singing for the strangers about you
Don’t keep time, slow the pace
Honey, hold on if you can
The bets are getting surer now that you’re my man


I could write a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
And like I can’t force the sun to rise or hasten summer’s start,
Neither should I rush my way into your heart

– Love Is Waiting, Brooke Fraser

♥ Ames

night owl tendencies

“Desperate times call for desperate measures…” I’ve never really liked the word ‘desperate’ because it implies a sense of helplessness and who likes to be helpless, right?  But that colloquial phrase was what came through my mind this morning when I made the OMGosh big decision (not really, I just like to make it seem dramatic…) of deactivating my Facebook account!!!!! lols.

Let’s call it a form of ‘self-discipline’ instead ha.  Not only is the social networking website a major procrastination station, the amount of negativity that can flow via status updates during exam season can be quite depressing… time to take positive action!

I can feel the adrenaline kicking in though… I’ve been experiencing a bit of insomnia over the last two nights (lying wide awake, mentally willing your mind to shut down is no fun) so I’ve decided to use whatever nervous energy I have acquired to my advantage tonight and ‘night owl’ it out.

Experiment: how long I can go until I literally zonk out.

Results: next time ;).

♥ Ames

P.S. Notice, I finally found a picture that matched the title? lols *sigh*


I worry for you.  I don’t want to see you get your heart broken again.  Please don’t rush into anything.  Give yourself time to mend.  Don’t jump into the next relationship just because it’s easier to cry in another’s arms than learning to stand on your own two feet again.  It takes time to remember what it feels like to be independent… but it will happen, I promise.  Take it one day at a time, surrendering it all to Him… He’ll make you whole and mold you to be an even better version of yourself… my love and prayers are with you, sweet girl.


I don’t want desperate.  I don’t want clingy.  I don’t want to settle.  I want to be inspired to be more.  I want someone who will walk beside me, moving at the same pace as me and at times, someone who will push me to greater heights because they are dreaming those same big dreams with me.  The question is, are you ready, My Love?  Am I ready? hehe, probably not yet, My Love.  I still feel like I have (God has) a lot of work to do on me before I’ll be half the woman who’ll be worthy of the kind of man I’ve been praying for ;).  But hey, who’s to know the future, right? Love you :).

In other news, a big warm welcome to the world, baby An-Ton!  How exciting!  The miracle of new life is so heart-warming :).  He was a late one, but I know he has arrived into a loving family that will bring him up to be an amazing boy/man of God.


♥ Ames