On “here” and “there.”

I can't count how many times I've wanted to be some place other than Melbourne. Some days I dreamed of being on a white sandy beach in Bali, Phuket, or Krabi; other days I wish I was back home in Singapore. More often than not, I find myself missing people. At the beginning, I often …

When you forget, I’ll remember for us.

When I look into your eyes It's like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise Well, there's so much they hold And just like them old stars, I see that you've come so far to be right where you are How old is your soul? I won't give up on us, even when the …

because few things compare to a mother’s love.

(this entry was inspired by fiona ren's piece published on mothers' day, entitled "love and loathing: mother's day reflections".) there is something very unique about a mother-daughter relationship. and there is certainly something very unique about my relationship with my mother. one of my earliest memories is being bundled up in a yellow fleece hoodie …