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Hard vs hard, usually doesn’t go well.

You underestimate my ability to melt the coldest of hearts.

You don’t know me. 

But the question is – are you sure you want me to?

-b.

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That was my face throughout my acupuncture session this afternoon to the amusement of my Chinese Doctor.

In the past month, I’ve been having severe cramps, water retention and looking paler than usual. It got to the point where I was forced to see a Chinese Doctor after my coworkers saw me curled up at my desk today.

What ensued was an hour of pure hilarity for my Chinese Doctor as she had to listen to my broken Cantonese when I described my symptoms.

On the topic of my diet, she flipped through my Instagram because my Cantonese was pretty much non-existent for vegetable vocabulary. Bemused, she chuckled and cooed me into submission.

And then came the flood of needles all over my abdomen. Whilst she poked and prodded, she chuckled at my face winced in pain, all the while screaming “I am okay”.

Well, at least we know my superpower is making people laugh at the most mundane of situations.

-b.

Kid

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If you are close to me and were in need of motivation, you will probably have a copy of the above photo with a tailor-made message and a silly face.

And then I realized, I never actually made one for my inner child; the one who probably needs my love and attention the most.

So here’s to some much-needed self-love.


The way I see the world is quite different than most people.

Whereas most people see at the surface level, I dive deep to find the inner child.

Mine is always hiding something behind her back with a huge grin. Probably plotting to take over the world or something crazy and grandiose again.

More often than not, when I see an inner child scared or crying, my first thought is to protect and heal said inner child.

Why?

Because no one deserves to be in the cold darkness alone.
So I will sit with you until you are ready to move.

Why?

Because I know how it feels to be in that abyss alone.

And because I know if I were to fall into that abyss, I will not be alone so I pay it forward.

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I remember the first few months of arriving to Hong Kong, I was extremely lonely because I hardly knew anyone.
One night, my bro (on the right) drags me out and forces his friends to don face masks as sunglasses, snapping funny poses to force a chuckle and laugh out of me.

Or when I had that huge fight and in the midst of fighting, someone sends me a clip of himself dancing in rollerblades on the street.

Or that 3am make-cyn-laugh phone call with a close bro of mine.

Or when someone got drunk at IKEA and tried to steal their ties, breaking a few TV samples and lights along the way.

Or when my girls and I send funny selfies to each other, trying to out-do each other.

Honestly, I have no idea what I would do without these random acts of giggles and shits.

So I pay it forward.

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My three phases of studying Canadian Tax Law back in 2010.

Enjoy.

-b.

Seek


A few of my guy friends told me recently that they always thought I was this aloof, stoic and cold bitch because I never talked much nor was I ever warm and fuzzy during our first few meetings. Yet, despite the years that passed, I was one of the only ones who still stayed and stuck by them. Always just a phone call or message away.

Just because my castle is a fortress, does not mean I never cared. I’m just very selective of the people I choose to let in.

When all those shadows almost killed your light, I remember. 

Everything will be okay.


If you truly knew me, you would know that that smile doesn’t come often. 

On the outside, everyone sees the hyper aggressive, super driven, no-nonsense girl who dons a forever funeral attire. The realist.

Hypocritically, I’m an idealist at heart.

One of the things that frustrates me the most is how casually people throw around those 6 words here.

I miss you.

I love you.

When I was eating dim sum with my dad, one of the waitresses screamed thank you, miss you, love you, you’re the best, to another waitress so casually, just because they went to grab a towel. 

Yet you know, deep down, other than superficial words, there is nothing. 

Those words are thrown around to secure a non-existent collegial bond that is mired by jealously and spite.

Why bother with the theatrics?

When I say them, I truly mean them.

And here, another wall is built.

-b.

Ghost


Real courage is allowing yourself to be vulnerable to others.

Sometimes it means allowing yourself to fall.

Sometimes it means admitting that something is not working and walking away.

For me, when people venture too close, I disappear.

A ghost.

On the surface, they all look perfectly happy and well put together.

Underneath, there are thousands of pieces to pick up. 

-b.

Stay

Tell me, what exactly do you want?

I don’t know.

Then stop running. At this pace, you will burn out. 

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Funny how, when we first met three years ago, I always thought you were uncomplicated, a happy go lucky soul willing to listen to the drama that is my daily life.

Little did I know, your life was and still is more complicated than mine.

2,589km, 7 years. It makes a big difference, doesn’t it?

I tried to replace you with him, yet shit went to shits. 

You know you can’t just replace someone like that. 

I know…now!

How high is your emotional capacity?

I had to walk away from him because I did not have the emotional capacity required to take care of him.

How did you do it?

How did you manage to hide all that while listening to me back then about the frivolities in my life?

Tell me, how can I help to take your stress away?
Tell me, what can I do for you?

It takes years to build a relationship. You can’t just jump in because it won’t last. You have to be vulnerable. 

It took me three years to let you in.

I know.

I think I finally understand the concept I’ve been struggling with my whole life.

-b.

 

Success

What does success mean to you?

Earlier this week, I attended a funeral for one of the biggest players in the Food and Beverage Industry. Rather than a solemn gathering, it was held as a celebration for his life.

The man was in his mid-40s when he passed, definitely taken too young.

But in his life, he carved a name for himself, his company, becoming a key player in his industry. He had a successful business, a loving family, beautiful kids. He was humble, smart and willing to lend a helping hand. A rarity.

It was an afternoon of learning about the man behind the scenes, his adventures with others and how he dedicated his life to his two loves, his family and his business. You look at his life and you know he was successful.

As I was heading home, I ended up in an uber with a man in his mid-40s as well. He explained to me how he chose to become a full-time uber driver after he paid off all the mortgages for his family, allowing him to quit his job. He had very little financial obligations after the mortgages. Another humble man, he said I would not be able to see him for another 6 months because he was flying to Tokyo to study dog care. He wanted to return to HK to build a dog care centre.

Whether its building an empire or being able to live your life in your own means, success is what you make of it.

It got me thinking, what do I want my success to be defined as?

What is my legacy?

-b.