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Color of My Voice

On an average day, we have about 70,000 thoughts. A staggering 4,000 books are published daily. The World Wide Web is growing a billion pages per day. There are over one billion Facebook posts and 2.7 billion likes/comments per day. 294 billion emails are sent, 864,000 hours of videos is uploaded to YouTube and 2 million blog posts are written daily.

And today, I contribute one blog post to the world. One in the 2 million posts. I wonder what kind of value I add to the world. How insignificant it might be. I wonder why F5bulous sisters even bother to start this blog site. Why are we even adding our voices in a world where everybody can’t stop talking?

My voice is not sharp, nor blur. 
I am not even a proficient and efficient writer to begin with. I write like I am swimming laps in an Olympic-size pool. I never learn properly how to swim, my strokes are clumsy, and I have to stop to take my breath every three metres. It takes me hours to reach the other side with tremendous effort, and…

Heartbreak – Then and Now

Heartbreak sucks.

When my mum threw away my beloved Little Pillow which was with me for 17 years, I was insanely heartbroken.

Little Pillow to me was like an iPad to kids nowadays. Even the size was so alike. But Little Pillow was lighter, fluffier and wouldn’t break down when I threw him around. Little Pillow was cuddly and balmy and as the cliché goes, I slept with it, play with it, eat with it, pee with it, shit with it. I was obsessed with its smell so much that I insolently forbid my mum to wash it except the several times when I wetted my bed. By the time I was 17, my mum have gotten very worried. Though I was not carrying Little Pillow around then, but I swore we would be together till death did us apart. I was even planning to bring Little Pillow to my marriage bed. My mum said that would be shameful and tried to persuade me to dump Little Pillow. I retorted that my future husband wouldn’t mind – probably the start of my distressing and disastrous journey with men, my poor evalu…