When I was 12, I was made to join the Kaamatan beauty pageant in my village. My mother, who was one of the organisers, convinced me to participate. I remember her sitting one night, carefully sewing the winner’s sash. It was supposed to be a festive occasion. That same night, everything changed. My father came…
Start the year with abundance. A plate of spaghetti and a bottle of soju. Happy New Year 2025!
The more often I use ChatGPT to organise my life, the less interested I am in organising anything.
These houses belong to elderly couples in Paitan, Sabah.
Kinabalu above the clouds.
I often wonder if I’ve made enough friends and been kind enough to my family that they’d want to attend my funeral when I’m gone.
I worry about my son constantly. Is it time to loosen my grip and let him soar?
Still plenty of work to be done. But we’ll get there.
