When i was little, i hated crayons. To my 5 year-old mind, crayons symbolized everything that was wrong in the world. Those fat, lumpy, awful smell, and the color was uneven, making it impossible to color inside the lines. The tip of a crayon go blunt easily and even if you sharpened it, it didn’t… Continue reading The Perfect Flaw
I remained unwritten in the history of fame. I was just a shadow. Never to be seen. But here in these words, you will find the paragraphs and prose came alive. Ascending like the break of dawn, into the dark woods there is a path i walk. I gather the clues but never once i… Continue reading The heartbeat of lines….
‘ The story always begins the same way; a girl dreams her dreams even though she is degraded, unappreciated, her beauty undiscovered, her true value maligned by those who only see her as she appears. The heart of the story takes place in her transformation, brought about by the love of one who can see… Continue reading The Longing
I was standing there with my camera. Checking my aperture. Adjusting my ISO. Finding the structure, texture or just plain foreground. Looking through my lens, I waited. Waiting for the right subject to fit in the frame. Waiting for that moment to tell a story in a frame. Sometimes i rush to snap a view,rush… Continue reading The Other Side of Life
“Being Asian is a blessing “(by Joan Pung) Because i am Asian.. I can speak more than 4 languages (3 out of which are chinese dialects). In my country it’s a norm to speak at least 2 languages. However, most people in the West jumped to a conclusion that i couldn’t speak English.They think my… Continue reading Because i am Asian
Alone…. Aloneness… Loneliness.. It’s a constant battle within us. We fought the thoughts. We strive hard to be better. We find a new passion, a new motivation, a new addiction. Somehow, it always fails us. There is always a deep longing in us to be fulfilled, loved and cared for. We continue the search. A… Continue reading The Courage of One