"The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it." - C.C. Scott Childhood shaped me. Of all the memories I've accumulated over thirty years, my childhood chapter is the most vivid one. I had a lovely childhood. My parents provided sufficiently. I had one-of-a kind relationship with my siblings. We had fun growing …
Do you take interest in knowing about people around you? Do you know what they are doing, or at least care about their interest and what they are good at? I have family, relatives, and friends who don’t know what I am doing. But I know exactly what they are doing. My classmate reminded me …
Just like that, 2020 will be coming to an end in a few more hours. At the beginning, we were all excited about a 'decade reflection' or '#10yearschallenge', reminiscing what we're like 10 years ago, compared to what we've become today. Honestly, it was a great reflection exercise, and it reminded our story chapters in …
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. …
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
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 …
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 …
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 …
