It’s a firm belief of mine that the destination of my life is not marriage, family, and children. There is and will never be a destination for me because life is too wonderful to have an ending. I’ve always followed the belief that finding happiness by means of traveling, exploring the world, creating art, and writing pieces that bring joy to other people is the most important aspect of this life’s journey.
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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
One of the things I love most about my boyfriend is that he’s well traveled. I’m a traveler at heart, a dreamer by day, and a writer at night so I always knew the person I would end up with would enjoy traveling as much as I would. Traveling is not just about hopping on a plane and seeing some exotic location. It’s also about exploring your own backyard.
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Written in the Stars
This short story came to me after watching this awful Thai lakorn called Mia Jum Pen, way back when I had just finished year one of my first job post-college. The lakorn was so silly and quite horrendous; the type of soap opera you cringe watching but can’t get yourself to stop. But I loved the two actors that played the roles and feeling that the lakorn didn’t do them justice, I decided to write a better love story that was still about bitter love that took years to overcome that was a bit less dramatic and less angry.
Another inspiration to this short story was hearing this piece on a flight back from Copenhagen. I absolutely fell in love with the music and really wanted to write a story that was as sad, as longing, and as desirous as this piece.
“Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire” Prologue
Here is a sneak peek into my new story. I was inspired by Cosmos (the TV show) and Shakespeare’s famous lines from Hamlet.
This is the song that helped set the mood for me to write it.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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(I Could Live On) Loving You
Warrior’s have no heart…no sympathy…no regrets…no meaning to life…
There was one man who stood alone among the worn soldiers trotting forward. He alone stood fiercely and proudly. He was the vanity of her eyes…the agony of her heart…the being that made her aware of her feminine needs…wants…and desires. They all pooled into one at his gentle touch…his commanding voice…his overpowering presence.
A warrior that stood among the people, destined to rule and conquer. Astride on a black stallion, Darius Brant held his head high like a statue that needed to be idolize. A man with stubborn determination yet a lover’s seductive eyes to which she had fallen captive to. He was the anchor of her life, the source of her dreams.
She tipped her head down, her eyes lowered as he pulled up the banner that claimed victory. Claiming her. Returning to her and taking what belonged to him. His prize.
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Short Story: Always Perfect
Chapter 1
I hadn’t always loved him. In fact, I thought he was by far, the rudest, most snobbiest boy in school and always steered clear of his ways, including his entourage. In fact, I steered clear of most people’s way while at the music conservatory. It was a school for the rich and prestigious. The lots like me were lucky to even have a glimpse inside.
As I watched him from the third floor of the studio building, the tinted glass sealed me away from the throngs of young girls and boys, but mostly girls with moppy brown hair. He emerged out of a black town car, his dark hair, raven-like, glistened as bits of sunlight peeked through the mostly cloudy day. It was as if the sun herself was afraid to touch of him more than she should.
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Tanti Auguri with Family Friends
3 January 2014
Another rainy and cloudy day hung over us like a sore thumb. I woke up late and quite miserable, wishing I were home. I hadn’t done any art work as I had wanted, my writing was stale, and my photographing halted by obligations. My vacation became less of a vacation. I try my best to be appreciative that someone paid for my trip. I never had to open my pocket for money. But it made me feel trapped and suffocated.
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Visiting Nonna (and Nonno’s) Courtship
29 December 2013
After a dream filled sleep, I woke up with a bucketful of writing inspiration. The rain clouds were rolling out and the sun was finally casting a spotlight over Bogliasco, its beauty vast and splendid.
I have always found northern Italy to be one of the most beautiful regions of Italy.
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Lovers and Lies
When it comes to lies from a lover, I have little to low tolerance. A relationship built on lies is nothing but a house made of match sticks, when it ends, there’ll be an explosion.
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Why Couples Are Out Matchmaking Their Single Friends
Do you ever notice as a single person invited to dinner partys or drinks, you feel like it is all in the guise of being set up or offered a platter of men (female writing here)—most of which turn out to be rotten or just not suitable to your taste palate. You get to these event and suddenly you are overwhelmed with the desire not to care but also be alert and on the prowl. “Mr. Right could just be here any moment,” your friends entice you to these events and to stay stuck at a lame party when the whole time, you’re thinking you could be snuggled in bed with Netflix. Instead, when I go, I end up feeling like an awkward teenager walking into a school gym transformed into some silly themed dance, hoping someone—good grief, anyone!—would ask me to dance. I felt nearly as pathetic as Samantha mooning over Jake in 16 Candles.
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