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My favourite store at the moment. Puzzle Planet.  ​Solving a puzzle is not typically considered fun. To be honest, I'd agree. It's not easy, it's definitely at times frustrating, but I mostly love it for the art and the psychological effect.  Puzzles requires patience. To see the big picture, puzzles trains one to have faith that everything will come together. To put each piece one by one, believing you will see something beautiful soon. Solving a puzzle reminds me life is like that too. Sometimes we can't see the big picture, we can't imagine how things will get better, but we just need to keep putting one foot in front of the other and slowly we will see how everything falls into place.  Solving a puzzle angrily is somehow impossible. We have to be calm. It reminds me we need to take breaks so that we can tackle every knot and tangle we face as we weave through life.  Solving a puzzle is not just a hobby. It's catharsis, it's therapy. It's a safe place...

I stepped onto this crochet journey in Novermber 2021. I'm totally hooked now (pun intended) and I would like to share the learning process, the mistakes I've made and my thoughts alongs the ups and downs.   Click the link below and follow me for updates! Thank you                                                             Instragram link- Crochetcrody Cottoncrody, crody stands for crochet candy. I wanted to name my instagram account (fingers crossed my side hustle which can sustain my sweet tooth cravings in the future) Crochet Candy but apparently this name is already taken, so I had to improvise. I grew to like the name Cottoncrody more. So there's that. After my exams, I was trying to find new hobbies to pick up and something crafty that I can make as gifts for loved ones. I actually wanted to learn how to make scrunchies...

I've wanted to learn many musical instruments in my life, but I'm not good at any of them. Music has never been my forte. I cannot even sing. I can never remember lyrics or the tune or pitch, anything that makes the song, a song. My sister always says that I ruin the song for her after listening to me singing it. Well at least she'll laugh when she listens to that song now.  I don't have the voice of an angel. That's fine, but I don't have the fingers for music either. Tragic. Or maybe I'm just lazy and impatient.  My parents have always wanted us to have the opportunities they didn't have when they were younger. Hence, the typical ballet, piano, swimming lessons etc; but I was inelegant for ballet; Piano never interested me; Swimming? Young me preferred to drown, thank you.  The first musical instrument I've ever touched was a green colour guitar at a club in Pulau Tioman when I was 6. (Amazing how I can remember what that guitar looked and felt lik...

(Tortoise) Capturing the beauty I see through my eyes. Here is the link to the song - Late Night Melancholy . You should listen to it while you read this. I've never thought "hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmm, hmm" would be my favourite song, but it is, and I'm writing to say how much I love it. I wish I could listen to this song on the train. Everytime I'm listening to the song (which is 24 hours since it's on loop non-stop in my mind), I imagine myself as a swaying tree with flowers snowing down or a drugged hippie in my own world. It fills me up with melancholy as its name promises. Sometimes the 'tearful and life is meaningless' kind of melancholy, and sometimes the 'everything happens for a reason and I'm where I'm meant to be' kind of melancholy. It makes me miss people, the ones I knew and strangers I don't even know. I hate it but love it at the same time. I guess I'm addicted to being sad for no obvious reasons, crying is catha...

(weheartit.com) (The Hobbit) I like quiet solitude. The nights I'm alone, locked in my room, reading or solving puzzles. I have more hobbies than reasonable to have and a ferocious appetite to find more games or interesting skills to learn. It is an innate sense of mine to be Jack of all lanterns but master of none.  I desire to be a polymath, everything intrigues me, but I'm perfectly aware that I do not have the patience nor the talent to be highly skilled or excel in anything which distinguishes myself from the mundane. I imagine myself a butterfly, fluttering around every vibrant flowers, yet never stay too long or too short on any. I understand that despite the sky being the limit to available options, I am bound by my own wings and mortality. There is no use being unrealistic but revert to stoic acceptance that I can salvage what I can, and ignore what I can't. Having spent ample amount of time on self-reflection, I have come to the realisation that I'm like a Hob...