Of Struggles, Reason to Fight, and Moon River

When I was a kid, my father almost always worked until very late every day. It baffled me to think that I never had a good, long, conversation with him until I hit puberty—not because we didn’t want to, but because he was never around, to begin with.

After all, he always went to work before I even woke up, and returned home after I fell asleep. And to be perfectly honest, I think there was a little part of me that resented him for that—for not being around when I wanted to talk to him about my day, or anything.

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“I don’t have a choice,” he said one day, during one of the rare moments when he actually got to go home early. I remember it clear as day—the sky was dark, curtains were closed, and my mom had stored all our food in the fridge because that’s what she always did after I finished dinner; my dad never ate at home.

“What do you mean, you don’t have a choice?” I remember myself asking.

“No matter how tough the going gets, I need to work for this family. For you,” my dad replied.

“You mean for the money,” I retorted.

He didn’t deny anything. Instead, he looked at me, let out a long sigh, and gazed at our half-dilapidated, leaking ceilings for a good second or two, before continuing our conversation with a lower tone to his voice that almost resembled a whisper. “Yes, I do this for the money. But you have to remember where the money goes. It goes to our food. It goes to electricity so you can sleep comfortably with the AC on every night. It goes to your school tuition. It goes to our family—hence I do this for the family.”

“But families don’t run on money… right?” I remember my younger self asked him.

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To be honest, I don’t really remember what he told me that night. Even after I asked my dad about it, he simply said that he already forgot, and proceeded to bombard me with other questions about how my life went, how was work, and so on. But as I try my hardest to paint a picture of that sliver of memory, I imagine my dad would most likely reply with something out of his wisdom bag—something that only a man who worked for money, and worked for a family, could ever have spoken.

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Self Quarantine Recipe: Rosemary Chicken with Creamy Mushroom Sauce

It’s time to drop another recipe. I hope you guys will like this one!

These are the ones my friend and I made

Disclaimer: I was helped by a friend when I cooked this dish in particular. Plus, because we didn’t have potatoes at hand, we decided to order french fries from McDonald’s for our carbs. Naturally, if you have your own frozen french fries, you can always fry your own batch. Or, if deep frying is too unhealthy for you, I’d recommend sautéing skin-on, quartered baby potatoes with garlic and thyme. The kitchen is your playground~

Anyway, without further ado, on with the recipe:

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Self Quarantine Recipe: Aglio Olio Fusili with Garlic Prawn

Self-quarantine due to COVID-19 can be very stressful. Especially if you’re used to eating out with friends and munching on those fancy food on shopping malls or hawker’s districts.

Don’t get me wrong—I don’t claim to be a professional cook, or even a half-decent cook for that matter. All I know is that while I had a lot of time at home, I started reigniting my cooking hobby, and managed to whip up several menu that might help you out.

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This is the one I made

That being said, all these stuff are relatively easy to make, so I’m pretty sure everyone can make it. I also try to restrict myself with ingredients that are not hard to come by—so more people can try out at their own kitchens.

Anyway, without further ado, please find the recipe below:

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My Favorite Stationeries – Early 2020

If you know me at all, then you would know that I’m borderline obsessed with stationeries. And I’m not just talking about my obsession for fountain pens—I love all stationeries equally. Want to make me happy, even during my worst days? Just introduce me to some unique, cute stationeries, and 9 out of 10, I would snap out of my bad mood instantly.

I know, I know. With me being a writer, and a stationery addict—pssh. Painfully obvious and common. But I’m okay with that. There’s just no helping it! I just love the feeling when I find a brand new stationery product I could marvel over all day long—be it a new pen, notebook, or anything.

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And if you clicked on this blog post, chances are, you’re a stationery addict, too! (Or you would just close the page after reading this sentence because I have just generalized my audience. Or because I sound weirdly jollier than usual. I don’t mind. I’m on a happier mood by default whenever I’m talking about stationeries.)

So anyway, here’s a short list of all my favorite stationeries in early 2020, not sorted in any significant order:

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