I have been a professional writer for five years.

Gastronomy, lifestyle, travel, sustainability, culture, and history are some of the themes that I have worked with in the past. I love getting involves with individuals, companies, organizations, and communities with stories to tell.

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Bad Day

It’s mid-year already. The scary jittery time when we started to feel like another year has gone by and none of the new year resolution we optimistically made six months ago, didn’t quite materialised. I didn’t even make one this year. I’m old enough to know now that it was a futile attempt. Instead, I made a wish: that 2012 would be a good year. The usual requests: chance to travel, inspiring people to meet, good health for all of us, a nice boyfriend. It wasn’t much by any standard. 

Of course it didn’t come true. What happened so far is just the exact opposite. I lose my Mum at the beginning of this year and “only” went to Singapore (but I didn’t count it as travel, it was just a short visit to a neighbor). So yeah, 2012 so far is not really a good year. Every day since January 23, I’m waging a personal war. Every day is about survival. Finally I get what Bill Murray must have felt like in ‘Groundhog Day’. There are small twists here and there, but at the end of the day, it is a big Zen. Nothingness. That big fuzz about hypotetical Zombie Apocalypse? I am the Zombie.

When my Dad left, he took with him the certainty that ‘all will be well’, that childish security that whatever mischief we did or whichever way  we strayed, there will be someone who know how to fix it. Now, when my Mom joined him in that Haven, she took with her the abiding love that I used to take for granted so easily, the safe knowing that no matter what I did or who I become, there will be someone who will love me still. 

For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be scared of dying alone.

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