I was probably 8 or 9 years old the first time I had an awareness of death. I wanted to sleep but all I can think of was my grandparents and parents dying. I remember crying myself to sleep and it even went on for several nights after. I still didn't know how pray back then but I remember hoping that fearsome day will never come. They were overwhelming feelings for a child but I somehow managed to get through that fear. Many years after, my grandfather's sister died. I was around 18 this time...
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 1, 2023
It's Autumn Season!
I don't want to start this blog again with "I'm going to post a weekly blog starting today!" in a high-pitched, irritating voice.I'm already very annoyed at myself wanting to start something then just immediately stops. This blog has been like that for over a decade now. I've started too many writing prompts and challenges already and I don't think I have finished any of them.But hey, at least for now, my blog is still alive BUT barely breathing (in the tune of Breakeven by The Script). So,...
Aug 16, 2023
To the 20 year old me
These are the things I wish I can tell you:Don’t give up on what you like doing the most. Be wary self, because you will be preoccupied by the chaos of earning and spending. Someday you will lose your poetic vocabulary, have shorter attention span, will cringe at your own creativity and will feel inferior in this competitive society. I wish I can go back in time and prepared you for all these. I know that writing is what’s keeping you sane and I think you’ve actually gone insane for not keeping...
Mar 26, 2023
Today I made a new friend
It’s not uncommon for a person like who lives and works in another country to meet new people and make friends with them. I actually already had a handful in a span of one year. Watched the sunset with the new friendBut today it felt special.Like a connection I never knew I wanted needed at that time. We’ve had a few dead air pauses in between our chats but it wasn’t too awkward. At least not for me. I sound too cheesy writing this so I wouldn’t want her to know about this. It was...
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