Perfectly Imperfect

The goal is not to be perfect; the goal is to be accepted for the imperfections.

Category: Romance

Life is a Rush! I’m Back in Perth!

I had wanted to close the chapter for Odense, Denmark, properly before I route back to reconnect the dots in Perth, Australia. I had been in a frantic mode since weeks before departing Demark to transit in Singapore for a week and then back to Perth. Clearly, I am not quite a light traveler (what does that even mean!). I…

My Unordinary TEDxOdense Experience

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Whirlwind into 2017

[BIGGEST EVER $20 COUPON*!] SG 1 ROYAL JELLY♥ BOOST 3X RESULTS!♥ 35-DAYS UPSIZE♥ Made In AustraliaLIST.QOO10.SG 2016 saw dramatic changes of my relocation from Perth to Denmark. It was meant to be a 6 months stay which extended to a year. If I had kept my original plan, I would be leaving Denmark for Singapore a day before Valentine’s day. 2016…

Reality of Time

The first rule of love is that there is no warranty. Love is not a calculated business. The reward comes from the ability to spend all the emotional currency for the day all at once every day on the same person. If we get to live another day, the emotional bank will be refreshed with new credits, and we get to spend it all again on the love of our life.

Humming a Sad Tune in the Dark

She now silently hopes, “choose me, please choose me.” Feeling like an unwanted pair of worn, torn shoes, she is never the chosen one. This is what betrayal does to a person. It leaves a person broken beyond repair. The crave to be wanted grows to become an irrational fear. She hums a sad tune in the dark, the melancholic melody echoes in the night; and forgotten at first light of the day. Life goes on, and on one knows who hummed the sad, long tune.

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