Every experience starts from somewhere. Even a baby goes through milestones before reaching toddler's stage. Without that first bold move, there will be no moments to share, and no story to tell. According to Tom Stafford, humans are curious in nature. We are capable of absorbing so much more from our environment with extended childhood. …
Summer came and gone by swiftly. Falling leaves reminded me of an attic where I used to hang out with one of my cousins. From one of the corners, we could easily hear any conversations that were going on downstairs. We were young, didn’t realise my memory was one of a kind. A huge corner-lot …
Writing, sketching, painting... open doors to creative world. "There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair." - Friedrich Schiller Photo by Frames of Life Blog
Most would have known that exciting content write-up comes not only from reading and researching but also discovering experiences from both past and present. These learnings gathered made us reflect our thoughts and even expand imaginations towards the future. Alas, amidst pandemic, most of us had no choice but resorted to home-based activities, which can …
A random capture at noon that was transformed into a complete pen sketch. A warm summer when only trees shades are your best friend. Photo and Sketch by Frames of Life Blog
Pastel blue ground, with touch of smoggy cotton plants. Trees line up in parallel, whilst withered leaves descent gracefully. Bright green, yellow and brown-coloured, like confetti sprawled on the ground. “Be a reflection of what you’d like to receive. If you want love, give love. If you want truth, be truthful. What you give out …
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 …
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 …
