How Much Should You Tell?

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It’s hard to keep a bad news and it’s even harder to keep a good news. When your eyes are glittering, you can’t stop smiling to yourself and you start to hallucinate that everything was meant to be. I wish I could tell you what’s going on without risking myself to be seen like crazy.


Anxiety Attack!

I don’t remember when it was, perhaps around ten years ago or so and it was started as a sketch, words sketch to be precise. But it turned out to be clearer and clearer along the way. Suddenly I wrote hundred something pages of a novel and I fell in love with a character that now I think it’s the male version of me. More

I Saw You

I saw you
in a different body and name.
I saw you
protecting me
because I was younger than you.
If it was only one seat left in the raft,
if it made sense to let it go,
it would always be for the youngest,
the feeblest of all.

I called you with a different name then.
I’ll call you with a different name now.
If life could be repeated over and over again,
I should have recognized you from the start.
And if we meet again this time,
would it make any difference
if I tell you how much I thank you?

*Inspired as listening to The Scientist by Coldplay.

Guidelines for Cats

Cats, please read these guidelines carefully for a better and successful cat in the house

"Yup, I know these guidelines by heart."



I have a pretty sick habit of taking apart and analyzing some weirdos for my own pleasure. The thing is I have a profound need to communicate whatever I take account of. And poor is the people who happen to rub up against me in constant basis for they might have to cover their ears and scream for their lives so that I will stop and shut my mouth up.


Me is My Biggest Enemy

One thing I love being a woman is I can “use” my girlfriends as my therapist, observer, commentator and supporter alike. Some of them know me very well that they remember my story from the episode one, so when I get back to them, it’s more like updating each other and adding to the number of episode we share.


“I Was Busy Catching the Terrorists”

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Oh why didn’t I know how “exciting” going back to school was before now? I was there sitting in International Relations Theory class, lamenting over my tragic life that has brought me to this very room when a young lady approaching me (I’ve always known to be so approachable). She looked so concerned when she said nicely, “Excuse me, but I didn’t see you in International Political Economy‘s class yesterday.” I came back from reverie and answered her question nonchalantly, “I was busy catching the terrorists.” I can tell the air of her face changed, but in a blink of an eye she gained her composure. She  laughed and said, “I shouldn’t have asked.”



How would it be possible to teach Zen to Baby?


Jump off Into Hot Water

I guess I have found a good answer to an endless annoying question that’s always being asked innocently with no intent to harm at all. I was there sitting in front of my colleague, Sean while he asked me teasingly, “So, May. When are you gonna get married?” I was there busy eating dim sums and this was a treat from the hotel during my last visit to Phnom Penh, Cambodia. And I think having a good food for free is more important than answering his question. Not to mention to think about the answer. But I didn’t know that my tongue could be lethal too when I blurted out, “I’m not that talented.”


KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid)

Forgive my language, but Harry, my former boss loves to repeat this golden rule when he’s teaching his students and I had to be there translating everything into my native tongue (believe me, this rule was meant to be taken lightheartedly). Actually, I’ve been spending my time lately as an observer and this words keep ringing in my ears as if translating for Harry is just yesterday.


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