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12 December, 2016 - Purpose

A Little Too Late


I think it’s a gift for all of us to come to a point where we have a dream, we have a vision of how we want our future to look like, and we just can’t seem to shake it off. It’s like that black stain on your white t-shirt that you can’t seem to wipe. And to some extend, it’s almost as if these visions and dreams are both good and bad. It gives us a reason to live.


12 December, 2016 - Purpose

Kobe, Basketball and Other Legends


I have no words. I cried watching Kobe took his last walk into and out from the court for the last time. The speeches and tributes done by other people for him and his final words before leaving the court got me tearing up. I don’t think he could’ve ended his career any better. I think it was a perfect way to exit the game that he has grown to love so much for good. What can I say? I love basketball, I really do.


12 December, 2016 - Purpose

Logically Illogical


We overthink.

As much as this statement probably doesn’t apply to everyone, but I believe it does to most of us. Be it conscious or unconsciously, we push our minds to think of things we are not yet able to figure out. We put pressures upon ourselves to decipher something we can’t even define, yet.

So, I was sitting down with a scrap paper that’s half full of scribbles wondering what to write about. And this grand, ever overwh . . . . .



12 December, 2016 - Purpose

Everyday I Mop the House


Perspective changes everything.

This has become a common theme of my life in the past few months. I learned that the way I see things changes things. Of course, the things don’t change just because I look at it in a different way. A blue T-shirt is still a blue T-shirt, no matter which angle I choose to stare at it from. An illness is still something to be healed from, a . . . . .



12 December, 2016 - Motherhood

The Road of SIngle Parenting


I questioned God, "How can I raise them alone?" right on the first day of my grieving journey. I mourned not only for the death of my beloved husband but also for my children's days ahead. I was drained to empty and had nothing left to offer. I was clueless and did not know what to do. I bargained, plead, and asked God to somehow give me a vision of the days ahead.

The . . . . .



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