Every morningthe worldis created. Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —and
Every morningthe worldis created. Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —and
You must be wondering what the photograph of the young woman has to do with the title. Well, grab a cup of coffee and I
That annoy me… * the selfish commuter on the bus who blocks a seat with a backpack * the unfriendly service at a shop or
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and
It is a bit of a cliche title and to be honest, I never really took the concept seriously until this year. It has always
Kung Hei Fat Choi! It is Chinese New Year and for the first time in four years I have decked my home for the occasion.