she strives to do it all
The four baby birds that chirp loudly striking for attention often confuse their mother if love can ever be enough. Was it too many baby birds to provide undivided attention? Or was it because they are all demanding children? The first will always be the first. The last will always be the precious. The middles…
Life is a long learning journey. It was one of those days when I felt downcasted over nitty gritty at work. Like a dwarf leaping endlessly to score a voice in a sulky boardroom filled with ‘me-first‘ audiences. Frustrated and infuriated for lack of support from peers, my mind was filled with a million questions…
Graceful school of fish, swimming like there is no boundary. A decent and spacious place, fairly basics to keep them roaming. Similar route, alike pebbles, familiar mates, observers can only tell but not tenants. No sign of whining, no sign of quibbling, observers curiously asked if they are happy. Just “Grateful” the tenants said….
The ocean is boundless as much as the sky has no limit. Where do they eventually meet? Photo by chefswifediary
Growing up in a competitive world, it’s difficult to decide when to call success a success. Often we hear success comes mostly from hard work, and probably ten percent comes from luck. Parents put their hard earned funds in financing children education. In some instances, study loans and savings are committed in education with purpose…
Jonker Walk has been labelled as the main attraction of the Malacca (Melaka) city. Nevertheless, what I found most fascinating in my last visit was the river that spans across the city. Jonker Walk is just one part of it, the cultured buildings and shop houses showcasing local artefacts alongside the river are not to…
Utilising blog as venue to express our thoughts to the world is pretty common. Synthesising thoughts into words so that they don’t miggle in our brain for too long, storing write ups for future read and reread, and learning lessons from the past are some of the amazing perks of blogging. The more readers we…
Unhooked all clothes from wardrobe, I squashed them into three big sacks. The rest, I placed them into boxes. “Not much, thankfully.” Few rounds of rushes, I squeezed them in my ‘little local beetle‘ ride. Didn’t take much effort for an independent girl to move three times in two years, moving from one place to another,…
Our past haunts us, because we let them to. The head tells us to let go, the heart says otherwise. We keep holding on until the time is right. But, didn’t we know there isn’t a right time. It is only courage that made us waited for so long. Photo by: @framesoflifeblog
Two years of waiting is rock tough. Not that we didn’t try, we lost count of tries. Every month we hit the reset button, looking forward to new hopes and dreams. It would be impossible to make others understand. Such complexity, neither we can. Physically tiring, mentally draining. If you’re asking “When could be us?“,…