Why do we wait? – It’s a question that brings heaps of possible answers. Many wait because they are hoping for a better opportunity; waiting to meet up a friend who lacks punctuality; waiting for the right time to take action; or simply, stuck in a bumper to bumper traffic, waiting for it to die down. Whatever may be the reason, the act of waiting is more likely to be inevitable in some situation that can be discouraging and confusing.  Let’s face the fact in the midst of the waiting period, time march by so slow and temptation can appear irrepressible to focus...

If you love bananas, for sure you're going to love this! On a Saturday night I opted to make banana bread but, out of the blue, I just had the idea of baking it as cookie instead during the process. OK maybe I was lazy enough to use cupcake pan and sheets so I just rolled them into balls before putting them into the oven.  Anyway, start heating up your oven already!                                                                    ...

Found this poem I wrote way back 2015. Although I may have altered a little while I was  listening to The Carpenter's Album on a Sunday Afternoon. Before anything else, let me leave you something to start with: Love is a gamble and a choice. But in any situation, never be afraid to put your well-being above all no matter how many excuses you have constructed for you to abide misdemeanor.  Restless Heart I refuse the reality A flux I must know to acquiesce The sun dunned, setting in silence Parting shrouded miscellanies My gentle heart pinned on my sleeve A tale I waited...

I didn’t actually plan on planting my own blog site. Initially, it transpired when I realized that I did have one which was already abandoned for years. The site I entitled “Notes by Tine” was already born a few years back then. Just like Lara Jean (To all the Boys I have loved before), rereading all the articles and poems I composed reminded me of how powerful an emotion can be. I usually write to process through intense situation and the eclectic blend of emotion they entail. It was somehow therapeutic and also a fond way to practice my English since I’m not...