Hey, August.

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…

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…

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 chefswifediary

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…

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…

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…