Authenticity · Life path · Manifestation · The Self · Women's Room

A Toast

Tonight, I had a toast with myself...for myself. Because I deserve that. Because I am not waiting helplessly for someone else to celebrate me, and all that I've gone through this year. I toast for my loyalty to my truths, for my dedication to my own growth. I toast for holding up my own flame,… Continue reading A Toast

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Authenticity · Life path · The Self · Women's Room

Create Your Own Story

It doesn't matter if it's short or long, written in whatever language you prefer. You can have it handwritten, printed, scrapbooked if you like. You don't need fancy covers.  So what if it doesn't hit the shelves of your favorite bookstores? No group or critic needs to fucking give their verdict - none of that is… Continue reading Create Your Own Story

Life path · People & Relationships · The Self

Some are meant to be a Key, but not our Company

I feel like sobbing every time I remember that my cousins are gonna fly back to Australia very soon. You know that feeling, right, when you can't help but think about the impending goodbyes even when you're supposed to simply enjoy the present moment. During one of these reveries, as I was dissecting my feelings,… Continue reading Some are meant to be a Key, but not our Company

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I’ve survived my worst Acne Breakout – my Self-Esteem can survive anything

It all started in Hong Kong - after a week of stay, upon hiking one of its peaks. It must be the extreme July heat, the fabric of the cap I was wearing all day, everyday and the waterfall of sweat irritating my pores. It started with one, then two - then after a couple… Continue reading I’ve survived my worst Acne Breakout – my Self-Esteem can survive anything

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Musings on embracing the Creative Life

To be an artist is to create and recreate. To create and recreate is to be vulnerable. To be an artist is to be exposed, criticized, broken down, blown up in unimaginable proportions, taken out of context, diluted, wrapped in cheap plastic bags, vandalized or simply ignored and erased from memory. As an artist, you… Continue reading Musings on embracing the Creative Life