The cold weather served to us these days makes me feel nostalgic about so many things. Although I enjoy the sky's drizzling love, it makes me long for the summer sun whilst sporting my favorite long sleeve off the shoulder top. I've been thinking of beach escapade but my time's limited for a moment. (Gotta go to work

What little conviction I have of contingent circumstances; the capacity of the divine being that exists the moment the rain kissed a desert, the distance the thread needs to advance to pass through a needle's demure smile, the utter surrender of the earth when it exhales, the instant the bonsai accepts its height. Under the golden light we

I can't remember when my fascination for a cup of joe begun, but my love for reading deepened right after I finished reading Sidney Sheldon's Rage of Angels. I don't consider it as an incomparable work of literature, but it is significant for me because it's the first novel that I have read and finished. Discovering novels actually