Happy almost New Year! As it’s the Dainty M. tradition, every December is for the Think-Thank Challenge. Unfortunately, I couldn’t kick-start the challenge early enough this year due to school commitments. Anywho, I hope this still helps you in making your thanksgiving list (if you’ve not made one already). Read the rest of this entry »
Change is uncomfortable. It’s like that woolly cardigan that itches you when you wear it; or those pair of shoes that wouldn’t fit. Change is not easy but absolutely necessary. I have changed. I feel it. With every aching muscle, with every tap on the keyboard; with every deadline I’ve scaled through; with every new thought; with every new environment… I can say I have changed. Change may not look good but after a while, it feels really good. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m a recovering anxiety-ridden adult… just like 90%of other young adults who constantly try to figure out what life has in store. You know what? Life’s gonna open that storehouse with or without your over analytical competencies. Read the rest of this entry »
How has your week been? I’m really asking that because I want to know, not just as an intro to the blog post 😁 Alright, fine I’ll go first. Mine has been super cloudy and rainy. To be honest, I’ve had the blues many times this week- story for another day.
It’s the second half of the year already! And there’s this great awakening that comes with it. I’ve been reviewing the goals for the year and trying so hard not to get depressed by the loads of stuffs I haven’t done yet 😂 Read the rest of this entry »
Lost; staring at her as she slept so calmly, leaning on the dirty bus window. She must have been pretty exhausted as she slept immediately she got into the bus. She looked so peaceful, sleeping away all her sadness. She heaved a sigh in her sleep as though she had heard his thoughts. She tried to adjust in the uncomfortable bus seat while holding her arms around her shoulders, obviously cold from the heavy downpour a couple of minutes back. Read the rest of this entry »
Growing up in a quiet neighborhood, one of my best moments was riding my bicycle around the serene streets. I and my friends often raced each other, doing so with hearty laughs and childish gusto. Riding was freedom for me, I had no care in the world, I’d just paddle on and on, round and round till mom called me home. Read the rest of this entry »