Words
I didn’t plan to say but needed to.
Somewhere between ennui and spark, my raw, unfiltered bits are here.
I’m a nerdy girl with a pen—the type who always carries a black Pilot Precise V5, has read thousands of books, and still scribbles in the margins. Sometimes I’m just writing back to an author who’ll never read it.
Maybe one day, all these scribbles will grow into books of their own.
Before the Sun
He kissed my cheek and said only what I needed—no more. No vows, no rush. Just presence, like dawn waiting to unfold.
How Freedom Looks on Western Women
Western women move with more freedom—in how they look, speak, and live. This isn’t fashion. It’s a powerful social shift.
Taiwan’s Silent Message
A sexist airline safety video reveals how subtle gender bias still shapes Taiwan’s society—and why it’s time to question what we call “normal.”
A Little Bit in Love
A quiet crush, untouched by want—just admiration for the way he sings, soft and golden, like someone still brave enough to feel.
The Third Type of Woman
She doesn’t play to be chosen. She doesn’t destroy to be feared. She builds a life that answers to no one’s fantasy.
Because We Let Go
They didn’t lose each other in regret. They let go with open hands—choosing love without possession. That was their forever.
The Making of a Villain
Not everyone who hurts you hates you. Sometimes, they’re hurting because they see in you the light they lost in themselves.
The Hero And The Shadow
Some people are born into sunlight. Others are forged in shadow. But both are necessary to become whole.
Be Real
Real authenticity isn’t loud or flashy. It’s quiet self-respect, coming from knowing yourself deeply and choosing to honor it daily.
The Empire Hours
The hours you overlook are the ones that shape who you become. Lost time isn’t lost at all, if you know how to use it.
Embody the Light
You don’t have to chase the light. It was never out there to begin with. Just live in a way that makes space for it to rise from within.
Watermelon Sugar, Too
Watermelon sugar, soft and slow. Tastes like something you can’t know. Pink and ripe, the light comes through. Summer’s sugar—but it’s new.
Next to Barbie
Before love had language, it had silence. Before we understood beauty, we were simply stunned by it.
Cleopatra’s Rug
If Cleopatra had been born a man, we’d study her war tactics in business school. Instead, we reduce her to her nose and her lovers.
The Lies We Choose
We live inside the lies we tell ourselves until something breaks us open. It’s a choice between the safety of illusion and the clarity of truth.
After Almost Dying
The real shift happened quietly: I stopped measuring my worth by achievement. I started asking what feels true—and let that lead.
Stay a Little Strange
Stay a little strange. Don’t try to blend. I don’t crave perfect, I crave pretend. Keep the glitch, keep the spark. You’re my favorite question mark.
Lost in You
I get lost in you, like it’s what I’m meant to do. Every breath, every lie, pulls me deeper, I don’t mind. No map, no rescue crew…
Curry No Hurry
We're conditioned to equate speed with value, but your life isn’t a search engine. Slowing down isn’t laziness. It’s intelligence.
Soft is Strong
This isn’t about giving up women’s power. It’s about reclaiming the kind of power that doesn’t require exhaustion to be felt.