Papa. You’re the only person in this world who let me grow my hair the way it was. Outlandish, all over the place and never straight – and you never complained about it. You’re the only person who would sit down with me at 4 in the morning and watch football with me – even… Read More cat’s in the cradle.
Aye, it’s my first ever #storytimeSundays post, and I wanted to post this a long time ago, but saved it for today – which I am excited to share. Context: I was about 4 years old when this happened, and this is one of my earliest memories. It is also the age where I learnt… Read More the Benetton and me.
A few nights ago, I dreamt of you in my fuzzy state and the aftermath of eating truffle drenched in Curacao. Now, marks the start of Formula 1 in Singapore – and I can’t tell you about it. I miss you more than ever. I dreamt of the good things – when I was still… Read More my father’s eyes.
I’m a little late to the #F1Summer gang, and I apologise for it. I’ve been busy. Most of my friends are going off to university next week, while I, begin what I would like to call, a fulfilling gap year. I must say, I kinda miss going back to school (I probably won’t when I do start next… Read More follow (me)
Am I too kind? Is there ever a time where someone can be “too kind”? Yeah, it’s a good feeling to be kind and let things slide as there are other things that are worth more than getting angry over the smallest of things. However, there is always a limit. I probably have hit mine.… Read More am I too kind?