In a time lapse, I am on a standstill. While I am busy trying to figure out what I want to do, the world has already gone ahead of me. This feeling of getting left behind I cannot quell, it feels like I have to constantly move, never mind where, as long as I keep on moving.
My mother prepared my baon, my father drove me to work. True enough, it's these simple things in life that are the most extraordinary. I'm grateful for the gift of family.
My first time on ice gave a refresher on life's oldest adages.
There’s just something about this doll that makes it difficult for me to dump her into the trash bag. It’s like a part of me was in her. A happy, if not always happy, childhood.
You are the catalyst to a story of love I hadn't anticipated—more beautiful than any romance novels I have read.
Writing is my way of putting into words parts of myself so I won't forget why I smile, why I cry, why I breathe, or why I still get back up after I fall down. I write because I want to remember, and somehow be remembered.
Looking for a job isn't easy—let alone that perfect dream job—and so is keeping one.