You were here when I came into this world. Like the sun, often inviting. Like a lion, roars like there is no other. A woman of substance, not easily impressed. Like the gem of peridot, instils power. Like a bar of gold, genuine with a noble heart. An accomplishment thus far. Like an eight, a … Continue reading Hey, August.
Month: July 2020
Chasing a childhood dream.
An old fashioned hi-fi radio player sat in the hallway next to a pile of expired newspapers. Dad played it every weekday at 7 pm as soon as he returned from work in his beige uniform. It was the Mandarin news he was following. The stories read by the almost-perfect Chinese newscaster, I could barely … Continue reading Chasing a childhood dream.
Morning X.
Morning sun rises, with pride and confidence. Dawn chorus is heard, as Robins defend their territory. Sleepy snail grapples, for extra minutes. Dragging his muscular foot, to begin the day. Photo by Frames of Life Blog
Reigniting cultural values.
Three months prior to landing on a far-away foreign soil, I was talked into revisiting Hofstede's cultural dimensions theory, a framework for cross-cultural communication developed by Geert Hofstede. Being a pragmatic person, I've long cold-stored learning from University days. Not out of disrespecting theories founded by masterly professor, more because I failed in connecting theories … Continue reading Reigniting cultural values.
I forgot how it was like.
182 days has passed. I forgot how it was like. Waking up in a concrete world, when peeping on neighbour was just a window away. I forgot how it was like. Living on a land that was expensively scarce, when walking shoulder to shoulder was inevitable. I forgot how it was like. Walking alongside digital-addict … Continue reading I forgot how it was like.
The good old days.
A kite made of plastic bag. Its shape was nothing like a kite. It was just a plastic bag tied to a long raffia string. It didn't consume much effort and wide space to fly it. In an instance, it was up in the sky. My brothers and I were content. As long as it … Continue reading The good old days.
