Writing To Get The Point Across (Or In The Face)

Many times, we blog over our feelings and quirky incidents that happens day by day. Our words flow off our fingers (or thumbs in my case since I write on my iPhone) like melted ice cream off the waffle cone.

Whisper: My Father Belittles My Job

I am a teacher. I love my job. I see myself passing on the knowledge to young children and knowing that I nurture our next generation makes me feel happy and purposeful. But my father hates my job. Please allow me to rant here because I have nowhere else to burst out.

Sometimes I Forgot…

People say to live in the moment and treasure every second living, immerse and breathing in the ‘now’.