I love music. And honestly, I don’t think I can survive long without music. It pumps me up when I feel down. It relaxes me when I feel wound up. It just puts a little spring in my step to jump start my day. So a tragedy ensues when I forgot to bring my… Continue reading Monday Blues
Let’s imagine a situation: Vacation is over and you go back to your normal routine (work or school). You meet your coworkers and friends that you haven’t seen for weeks. Ask the usual “How was your vacation/break?” small talk. And then they say “You look a bit different. Did you gain weight?” You feel self-conscious… Continue reading True You
I am the oldest of three and I have something to say. Dear First Born, I know it is difficult being the oldest. Sometimes you don’t even realize how difficult it is because it’s what you’re used to it. Your parents have a set of expectations for you. Your grandparents have a set of… Continue reading Dear First Born
Compliments. I never really know how to receive them. I never really know what to do with them period. Sometimes you can just say thank you and it will pass just like summer vacation. Happy and short. But other times, it just doesn’t feel right to say thank you. Like you accidently said good morning… Continue reading What Are Compliments?
Sometimes I know why I procrastinate. Sometimes I don’t. And I found that majority of the times when I don’t know why I am procrastinating is actually because of fear. Fear of failure… Fear of disappointment… And this time? Fear of pain. Everything has a beginning and an end. A hello and a goodbye. It… Continue reading Cause of Procrastination #1: Fear
I got it. It crashed into me. I know what I want to do. A job that I 100% love and 100% will have fun working hard to achieve. I want to be a director. The above sentence actually took a lot of hesitation to write. I already know my parents won’t like it. It… Continue reading 100%
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY EVERYONE!! Our parents make the most sacrifices for us without us knowing and usually it’s the dads who are less expressive (my dad anyway). When we get older, it is almost as if a veil was lifted. We begin to see the numerous sacrifices they made for us. So thank you dad… Continue reading As Time Progress