Tag Archives: Honesty
Dust to Dust
All your acting / Your thin disguise / All your perfectly delivered lines / They don’t fool me / You’ve been lonely / Too long
Our image of romantic love evolves. I used to want the all encompassing, drama-filled, crazy can’t-live-without-you love. As I got older Continue reading
Fight that urge
The other day on Community I was having a conversation with a young Christian woman. She writes about religion, church, and Jesus as humanity’s saviour.
An interesting point came up: whether it is correct to describe Christianity as a religion. Continue reading
Umbrella Revolution: erosion of impartial reporting, police beating footage, and truth seeking amid chaos
This is again, about Hong Kong’s fight for democracy. But it’s also about censorship, good journalism, and collective truth seeking. Things that matter to everyone. Continue reading
Book Review: The Happiness of Pursuit
Review score: 4/5
There is something disarming about Chris Guillebeau’s writing. In his book The Happiness of Pursuit: Finding the Quest That Will Bring Purpose to Your Life, Guillebeau writes about extraordinary quests completed by ordinary individuals, and he makes you believe that you too can complete a quest of your own. Continue reading
Our faulty memories: do not trust everything you believe to have happened
Did someone order Peking Duck?
My uncle, Alan, and I were having dinner along with a some relatives. The topic of good restaurants came up, and uncle Alan insisted that I had treated a bunch of people to an awesome Chinese restaurant (Restaurant A) a couple of months back.
“Uncle Alan, it wasn’t me – I swear I wasn’t there.” Continue reading
Say Something
There is always that one song that touches a weak spot in your heart and invites you to let go. Usually it’s pain. Occasionally it’s happiness. Continue reading
Blogamorphasis: what the pixiedustbeach blog is slowly morphing into
Blogging 101’s first task had some interesting questions. Here are my thoughts:
The things I want you to know: letter to my broken-hearted friend
A dear friend of mine, Kimberly, just broke up with her boyfriend recently. It was hard to see her cry. She smiled and was strong when recounting her story, but the underlying hurt was still there, raw and undulating. In a brief moment while she looked out the window, the emotions emerged and the tears gushed a drop at a time. Continue reading
Stranger sharing my journey
Is it easier to be honest with complete strangers?
I once met a man on a plane and started telling him things I found difficult to tell people I knew. Difficult, because I feared judgement from my circle and how they would view my choice. With this stranger, there were no strings attached. Continue reading
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