In one Spanish class, our teacher Alejandra posed a question: How did you meet that someone important in your life? For those who have kids at home, you must have been bombarded by soul searching questions like this. What a way to relive your childhood. As for me, attending a Spanish class is as close… Continue reading How I Met My Mother (At A Dumpster She Said)
My blogger buddy Walter has written an excellent post on why he blogs regularly. I have been wanting to write a similar topic for ages. So why not do it now? I blog because … I am highly imaginative? I have this special ability to look pass the pathetic statistics and number of comments in… Continue reading I Blog Because …
This is a pretty heavy topic. But I am sure some of you can handle. Once in a while, some trusted friends of mine would confide in me the situations they faced – at work, in relationship, or life in general – and hope to hear my perspective. I love listening to stories and answering questions. … Continue reading How To Quiet The Prancing Horses Inside Your Head?!
My memory of my primary school life has been fuzzy. Of the few fragments that I remember, there were those wooden tables that we used at school, unlike perhaps the fine furniture students use today. The surface though smooth, was uneven. You could trace the texture of the wood and you could see the little… Continue reading Summer Blog Episode 3 – My Table In My Primary School
“When I Was 18” – that was the topic of our Spanish homework. In fact, our teacher Natalia left the age to be open. It could well be when I was 16, when I was 24, when I was 30, when I was … OK, let’s stop here. I mean, when I was 16, my life… Continue reading “When I Was 18” – A Spanish Homework