We all are. — From stardust, we come: Dreamers we all are. Out from a vision — the dust of the earth, we were made. A breath that was given to us from above to greatness we are called to become. Standing at the ends of the earth, what will you and I see? Will heaven…

A dreamer and a believer of love, hope, pixie dust. — Let’s start cheesy, shall we? Hello everyone, I am Min. My full name is actually Min Yee and my surname is Loh. I am from the sunny island of Singapore and am born Chinese. Everyone addresses me as Min because it is easier to pronounce, especially for my non-Chinese friends…

A different destiny. — What if there were two versions of you happening at the same time but in a different universe? The sky poured buckets, as though it knew Monday blues. The street filled with the morning crowd, an array of colorful umbrellas, a shield, defying the gloomy sky. Crouching under our hand-held…

The next bus. — From across the street, I ran at the fastest speed my legs could carry me. Yet when I reached the bus station, all I did was stand in the middle of the empty station, huffing and puffing away. I watched helplessly as the bus drove further away from me. I…

Always — — How do I want to live —  was there any choice? Left to fend for my own I chose in the end to isolate me. Perhaps, it is for the best. Perhaps, my mere existence simply a curse. Never had it occurred to me — even after gazing countless stars at night…

Hope — reignited. — Hope — the word that swelled within my heart as the rain poured, heavily, onto the earth, greatly diminishing any vision beyond the lake. Perhaps the earth, like my heart, is in need of this deep cleanse as I looked out of the window to find fat raindrops rolling down the pane…

So shine in the dark. — Last evening, the clouds roll like belly folds horizontally across the sky. Alternating shades of blue spanned from light to dark, before the world transits into the night. Yet in the midst of all the unfolding, your shimmer caught my eyes, hidden behind the folds and the light — twinkling…

It is therapy for me — What do you do when you feel out of alignment? Most of the time I find that instead of ranting, I prefer to write. But since having rediscovered my passion for beading again, I alternate between writing and beading. In fact, I have spent this past weekend hunched over my…

In love — A Poem. — Two individuals, stumbling around this earth — you in your world while me, in mine. In a world of struggles and endless fights, to stay above water, to survive. Yet an unexpected encounter turned you and me, into a world of us. Swept into one wild, thrilling ride as our worlds collide…