And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden

That basically sums up what I’m trying to make sense of and accept in this life.

I used to want to write perfect pieces on my blog and I ended up not writing them. Not anymore. 

I’m a woman in my late 20s from Singapore who used to pooh-pooh the idea of marriage and yet am now hitched to my long-time partner of seven years. I’m also learning to embrace auntie-hood.

Fifteen years ago, I’ve started sharing a piece of myself on the world wide web. I’ve literally grown up on the internet. It’s been quite a ride. From the days of pure venting and writing about the most mundane daily non-events of my life to my young adulthood poetry. In recent years, I’ve done that less and less, but I’m going back to my roots, to share a slice of my life with you and tell you why it means what it does to me.

I hope you enjoy your time here, wandering through the pieces I’ve written through the years. They’re about friends I treasure, places I’ve visited and think you’d love too, photos I’ve taken and everything in between. All of what you read were a part of me and my life, once upon a time.

This is my life, online. The way my blog used to be fifteen years ago.