Controlled or Free

I’ve always been a lost soul — and a proud chatterbox. From 1st to 10th standard, every teacher seemed to dislike just one thing about me: my mouth. I love words. I love expressing myself. Talking was never just talking for me; it was breathing. But somewhere along the way, that gift became my biggest distraction. I’ve always been that person — the one who says “no” without listening till the end, the one who lives with earphones plugged in 24/7, the one who ignores advice even when it’s meant for my future… and then wonders why life feels confusing later. Did I make my life vague myself? Maybe. Probably. The Question That Still Gives Me a Headache- “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I don't know a POTATO?  This question has haunted me since I was a child. It still does. It’s not like I don’t have dreams — I do. Plenty of them. But growing up as an Asian child means your dreams come with terms and conditions . Approval from family. Approval from society. Approval from nei...

 "Hi!" says my friend across the call with joy. "So what's up!" slips out of my mouth in hope for some new place to roam and explore with mi amigos. As conversation goes, a perfect plan cooks at a medium heat and is left on a slow flame till the date comes. If everything goes according to plan, you have a perfect recipe for a great happy ending for y'all. BUT if the flame goes too slow or too high in the end, it may all burn down with the worst ending possible served on our plates. Sometimes it's just delusional pasta that was never turned from a slow flame to medium heat, and the pasta never cooks nor is served.  It's the recipe for a great plan. Few exceptions are made by our delusional Pasta too. Even if the flames are changed at perfect times, the condition should be perfect for plating it. If it isn't, who knows how bad the pasta can get?  Past story: Me and my family are on this trip far off from where I live. So we thought the menu and foo...