I wish good hearted older people could stop telling me getting a PhD would make me less eligible! As if this stupid reason could change my mind and realise, “Oh. You’re indeed very right! Was I out of my mind? … Continue reading
An acquaintance of mine posted this status on Facebook yesterday, If I died, I’d wanna have done something worth remembering. My immediate response was, Fortunately I’ve done a lot. When I was younger, I was very fearful of death. It’s … Continue reading
Sad news always comes before important/joyful occasions. I got my first PhD rejection on Feb 13 early this year, just a day before Valentine’s DAy. With my birthday on the horizon, the ultimate birthday gift I was wishing for turns … Continue reading
I had been writing for six years. Ever since graduation, every job I’ve had involves a lot of writing, whether it was being a reporter, a teacher, a PR professional, an editor or a novelist. To me, writing 1,000-2,000 words … Continue reading
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Funny how I was just listening to this song on youtube yesterday, and today a former student told me I remind her of this song. It’s flattering!
If you don’t like what we do/say/believe in, stfu and gtfo.
What would Steve do? What would Violet do?