If we were having coffee right now…

If we were having coffee right now…

I’ll tell you that haters gonna hate.
Yes, you’ll feel the hurt.
Go ahead and feel.
Don’t immediately shh your heart.
Don’t tell your heart to feel like this, or don’t feel like this.
Don’t create a dichotomy between your heart and mind; they are one faculty.
Acknowledge the hurts.
But, don’t overstay there.
Don’t ruminate.
Examine why you are feeling this or that way.
Allow healing to take place.
Then, at your own pace, take one step at a time to move forward.

20 days writing prompt series. Day eleven: A cup of coffee

Rest in peace

I’m staring out of my hotel room window. The sound of kids laughing and playing in the swimming pool is audible even from 22 floors above. A contrast to my sadden heart as I just learnt of a friend who has suddenly passed away and gone home to the Lord.

20 days writing prompt series. Day ten: Let the scene write itself

I wonder how it would be like if I have more time to write.

Would I write daily?
Would I be happier?
What would I write about?
Would I be a copywriter?
Would I be a happy copywriter?
Would I make a living being a writer?
Would I write and travel?
Would I use my writing to honour God?
Would I use my writing to honour people?
Would I ever get to write more in this life?

20 days writing prompt series. Day nine: Writing and not writing

A letter to my fleeting mind when I’m supposed to write.

Dear you,
You are supposed to write a blog post for your Every Day Inspiration writing challenge. Instead, you are searching for yet another new WordPress template for this blog, drinking coffee, eating peanuts, reading articles, and doing a whole lot of musing. Anything but writing a deserving post for today’s writing prompt of ‘write a post in letter format’.


Yours truly,

20 days writing prompt series. Day eight: Reinvent the letter format

20 days writing prompts. Day Seven: Do not worry about tomorrow

The Cure for Anxiety from the Bible

When something so Big is in control, I’m reminded that my worries about little things are quite frankly, unnecessary.

“Therefore I tell you, stop being worried or anxious (perpetually uneasy, distracted) about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, as to what you will wear. Is life not more than food, and the body more than clothing?

Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow [seed] nor reap [the harvest] nor gather [the crops] into barns, and yet your heavenly Father keeps feeding them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by worrying can add one [l]hour to [the length of] his life?

And why are you worried about clothes? See how the lilies and wildflowers of the field grow; they do not labour nor do they spin [wool to make clothing], yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory and splendour dressed himself like one of these.

But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive and green today and tomorrow is [cut and] thrown [as fuel] into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!

Therefore do not worry or be anxious (perpetually uneasy, distracted), saying, ‘What are we going to eat?’ or ‘What are we going to drink?’ or ‘What are we going to wear?’ For the [pagan] Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; [but do not worry,] for your heavenly Father knows that you need them.

But first and most importantly seek (aim at, strive after) His kingdom and His righteousness [His way of doing and being right—the attitude and character of God], and all these things will be given to you also.

“So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:25-34 AMP


10 items in my ideal setting to write

10 items in my ideal setting to write

Like a pianist with a regular ritual in practising his/her skill, here are the ten rituals items in my ideal setting to write.


  1. Quiet.
  2. Alone.
  3. With my laptop.
  4. Uncluttered table.
  5. Facing the window.
  6. A hot latte or tea on my left, partnered with a one-litre beer mug turned filtered water mug.
  7. Usually, no music when I’m writing…unless it’s a light piece of article like what I’m writing now.
  8. And music to go with the mood of the moment when I’m editing.
  9. Floppy fringe pinned up.
  10. Excessive fiddling with my thumbs while deep in thoughts.

20 days writing prompts. Day Six: The Space to Write

I need your suggestions:

Hi, readers, I’m on Day Six of this writing prompts exercise. And the peeps at WordPress Blogging University is asking me to ask you—what would you want me to write about?

Please drop me your suggestions in the Contact Me form below, and I’ll select one from the suggestion list to write for my Day 15. Thank you. 

When life gets you down, just keep swimming.

When life gets you down…

Just keep swimming—Dory.

When my blended-but-I-thought-was-doing-well-family spun out of control; my world was shaken to the core.

There was a potent mix of rage, helplessness, and intense pain—each of the three taking turns, sometimes all at once to wreak havoc on my daily life. I was desperate to put things back into order. Back into the world I know.

Through gritted teeth, I strived, planned, strategized what I thought were sound plans to solve the problems. Nothing works. Things got worse. I felt everything which I was holding in my hands; slipped, fell and crashed into pieces…and I can’t save a single piece.

As my inner world plunged further into darkness, I was aware that if it continues to fall, I will go into deep depression. The intense pain in my heart was paralysing me. Don’t even talk about relationship reconciliation, don’t even talk about healing, don’t even, anything. I can no longer think straight. I just want the pain to stop. STOP.

I knew I have to come up for air—survival became my mode.

Just keep swimming became my daily focus just to survive the moment.

I need to avoid dwelling on the pain for now.

If it’s watching episode after episode of Frasier and laugh for that one hour, so be it.

If it’s eating that dark chocolate, so be it.

If it’s going out more to enjoy good meals with my husband, so be it.

Anything to avoid that dark, knife-holding grip dragging the blade across my heart, again and again.

I can empathise maybe one of the reasons why people turn to alcohol and regularly drink themselves into a stupor, even if they knew that it’s not a solution—they just want to escape the pain. And perhaps sadly, instead of reaching out for help, their hands reach out for the bottle instead.

My ‘just keep swimming’ was interlaced between sitcom, dark chocolate, good food escapism and a newfound community of Christian brothers and sisters who I didn’t know one day I would need so badly.

Sure I have the head knowledge that it’s important to have a support network, but it’s only when I experienced the support that I knew these people are one of my lifelines.

Were we great friends before this that ‘warrants’ their kindness? Were they part of a formal support network group? Nope. But these group of people in their own ways demonstrated Christ’s command to ‘love one another’, and they showered me with their time, a listening ear, and prayers.

A lot of times, it felt like I’m swimming against the current. I swam with tears in my eyes, and when I’m tired, I’m grateful that God was there waiting for me while I floated around, feeling defeated.

It’s been six months since the first strike of chaos. Who knows what is around the corner? But hope on the unshakeable God gave me enough strength and kept me swimming.

‘When life gets you down, just keep swimming’ doesn’t mean to suppress or act as if nothing is wrong. And please, it certainly is not a de-motivational ‘chin up’, ‘you can do it’ ignore your pain and get on with life kind of thing.

What it ultimately means—don’t give up. Seek help, reach out, please don’t ever give up on hope.


20 days writing prompt series. Day five: Hook ‘Em With a Quote’