I, like many red-blooded Americans, hate to clean. The bathroom, being the sanitation station that it is, feels like the paradox of cleaning. To me, nothing in the world could be more detestable than cleaning the space that is for little more than cleaning. 340 more words
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The battles that count aren’t the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself–the invisible battles inside all of us–that’s where it’s at.
Woooaaah! It’s been a year since I have traveled to Hong Kong for three days , still my hearts feels so kiligs . Originally, this travel blog is suppose to be posted a few days after my trip to HK but, unfortunately I got somehow busy at work and with my personal life, but more like reminiscing everyday how amazing my first international trip was . 1,982 more words
The day I moved to Toronto it rained. I’m not talking a slight drizzle, I’m talking cats and dogs, Rihanna’s Umbrella music video, The Notebook kissing scene-pouring rain. 743 more words