Writings

Making friends feels a bit more perfunctory when trying to find common interests, and while I have them, there’s a part within that continues to dwell on what’s missing.

To little you in 2012. My dearest beautiful boy: this is from your future mother.

I’m trying to reflect if anything has changed at all.

I have a secret: there are two reasons that excite me when I go to dragon boat trainings on the weekends. One is, well, dragon boat trainings+being with everyone, and…

Let me tell you a story. Five years ago, I was anxiously sitting in front of two American guys inside an office—one, the son of a dental items distributor with…

“I didn’t want to be happier,” you would say. “I just wanted to be a different person.”