I tell strangers about you,
But only about the time
We were happy.
I paint a picture of you where you didn’t leave a knife in my back.
I’ve become so good at it
That I learned to believe my own lies.
And when they say how beautiful our love story is, I just smile and wonder if you tell strangers about me ?
About my random musings
I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it.
I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching.
When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be.
Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures.
Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
My Random Musings 