All posts filed under: Reflections

Last chance

I’m tired. Not jaded, not sick of something I’m doing, but just pure fatigue because of all the constant lack of sleep every night. It is almost 6am and I am just done with my shower. I’m dying to hit the bed but the bugging urge to update my blog has driven me to sit before the laptop again. The Tiramisu Hero is 20 days old as of today. Even though we are this young, I am very happy to have created something I am proud of with A. As I was talking to A about The Tiramisu Hero this afternoon, I suddenly realized that this is actually one of the biggest thing I have set out to do. And it somehow feels like a “last chance”. I don’t know if you know what I mean by “last chance”, but I hope you do. I want to break out of the cycle. I don’t want to be doing something I dread. I don’t want to be working my ass off to make money for another …

Life Gets Better Tomorrow

Tonight, I felt inclined to share my thoughts and feelings about my personal life. Some people might call me brave. Some people might call me stupid; because hereforth, I will be labelled as different. When my friends mention me to their friends, I would probably be described as “gay”. Some might think that I am just juvenile and confused, not knowing what I want at the age of 27. There would also be some people, like many of you, who would think that being different is not a big deal. Because we are all free to love who we are, and gender does not matter. If you are one of few, thank you. Someone once told me that straight people are just lucky because they belong to the majority. Putting aside who is in the majority and who is not, have you ever thought about why most of us think that being straight is normal while being gay is not? Who decides what is normal and what is not? The society? The society and our …

My Grandparents

I visited my uncle’s place last weekend and came across a photo album with all the old photos. The first time I laid eyes on these photos, I froze. Because I see my Grandma came back to life again. She was young. And very beautiful. Amongst all the discussions with my uncles and aunties about how my Grandma was only 19 when this photo was taken, and about how much my Mom really looks like my Grandma, a frightful thought dawned upon me – my Grandma was once like me, young and free, thinking she would be young forever. I don’t know whether I will bore you to tears with this post. For me, I enjoyed listening to stories about the older generations. My uncles and aunts told me they used to wake up in the morning with bleeding toes because they were bitten by mice They also told me about how my Mom was rebellious enough to steal her passport and go Japan for half a year with her then-boyfriend. One that left the …