Why I write

I am grateful for the power of love and magic writing holds. Writing is about getting up, getting well, and getting over. While I may not be a writer in its truest sense, I write because it fills me with hope and is the light that guides me home. A journal in your drawer or the draft of a novel waiting to be published or quick notes on your phone or maybe letters to a stranger…don’t ever stop. Every little note, haiku or post I have written over the years, came together as this unusual yet vivid mosaic wall. A wall of rage, joy, hormones, heartbreak, fear, anxiety, friendship, love and so much more. A wall with clusters of colours ― blacks and blues with bits of golden yellow cutting through and dots of green in between. A wall of my story and my journey, when looked at in isolation were ceramic shards but when put together made a beautiful mosaic wall of memories…of life.

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Attitude of Gratitude

I would like to think I am not a whiny person but the other day I realised how much I complain. I talk about the happy and positive things but I often find myself complaining more than I should. When someone asks me how I’m doing, somewhere in the midst of saying I am well…

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Why disappointment is actually good for you

People will disappoint you in life. Friendships you’ve had for years will fall apart. People you’ve looked up to will not always have your interest at heart. Strangers will not always be who they say they are. The loves of your life will change and often, you might even disappoint yourself with life choices and roads less taken. This will happen at home and at work.

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Sunsets & sangrias

A boy I once bore my heart to told me that he loved me but saw himself with someone else. That baffled me and cut me in places that hurt most. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally, acceptance — getting over love — the struggle is very real. Why does hearing no leave you with an aching heart and mind? Why does the lump in your chest make you feel so hollow?

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Hello November

Fifty days to Christmas and a week over to the new year, this is my favourite time of the year. The days are getting long and the breeze is getting warm. As I walk down pathways covered in petals, the horizons are a blur. In the distance, I see a Christmas tree, golden and green. It is covered in lights, and wishes and dreams.

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the summer’s breeze

may you someday find your heart
even when everything feels like it is falling apart
with the soft summer’s breeze
to pink your cheeks and warm your soul

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The best people

Here’s to my best people — at home and away — you encourage me to be a better version of myself everyday. You encourage me to wake up and love life. You teach me unconditional love. You show me what means to be family. You show me the meaning of true friendship. You lead me to the light.

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Twenty-four and a half wishes

The year went by in the blink of an eye. In the midst of two trying semesters, balancing work and trying to live it up as a twenty-something in this city of coffee and art, I find myself feeling optimistic again. Footpaths are covered in colourful petals from springtime, and the wind is warm. The skies are bright at nighttime, and the birds wake you up with their cheerful sing-song.

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22 June 2008

Originally posted on Sun, moon & potatoes:
We got in the elevator and he wrapped his arm around me to try and comfort me. Comfort is a funny thing. Most other times it’s just awkward. I mean what do you tell your niece who understands nothing about death? I feel my uncle’s hand trembling against…

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