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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Self Belief Is The Foundation to Launch A Dream

Self Belief is the foundation to launch a dream. When all else fails and things look like they are falling apart, often we crumble under the emotional shock of betrayals, losses or situations simply not working out. That's when we need to calm down and look to our inner self for that Self Belief that is crouching under confusion, and gently coax it to be brave and come out again.


Produced for K Luminus by I Like Entertainment. Executive Producer & Director: Irriesse Chia

I was introduced to Kris Kim around November or December 2014 by a good friend who owns a recording studio. Didn't think much about Kris, only that I was told that he was a fairly well-to-do Korean living in Malaysia, who was self-financing his pop album. He wanted to be a pop artiste. Don't we all?

My good friend calls me up one day, saying I should meet Kris, who had been recently disappointed in his venture, and he wanted to recommend me to to help Kris continue with his dream to launch his album. Some unfortunate incidents, too private to mention here, had left Kris groping alone, as he had relied wrongly on some professionals. Not only had work not been produced in acceptable style and quality, but he had also been abandoned in the process.

I am a trained musician, in addition to being a TV entertainment producer & director for years. I had produced many singing competitions, beauty pageant & talent search throughout the years. I also did my best to help expose some of the young and confused talented people whom I had met through those shows, taking them to meet people, and trying to get some events for them to appear in.

I was a senior producer at the TV station, not about to accept the fact that we were discovering talented young people who had no further chance at grooming and career opportunities, I had drafted a talent management proposal and submitted it to at least 2 of my bosses then. But my proposal was rejected as I was told the company was not prepared to commit resources, in addition to it not being our "core business."

Therefore, I hadn't had an actual experience producing or managing an individual singer or artiste before.

Delighted, finally, at the chance to do something exciting with music, developing an artiste, producing albums and shows.... at the same time, I was mentally, emotionally, spiritually and also financially challenged to take on Kris' project -- to help him launch his debut EP and upcoming music concert within 3 months!

I worked alone, and with him, exhaustingly asking friends for advice along the way, establishing an artiste positioning and direction, drafting profiles and proposals, calling media etc.

First time facing the media as new pop artiste, 28 Jan 2015
After being inspired by another event, I organized a small media preview for Kris Kim at his music school, the K Conservatory of Music in Mont Kiara, and treated reporters to a preview of Kris Kim's piano and singing performances, as well as to sumptious Korean-Malaysian fusion food at his K Cafe.

Entertaining the small audience at his music school recital room


Interviewed by reporters after the Media Preview

Even though it was small, I considered it a daunting task in a country like Malaysia where a pop artistes' career is faced by little opportunity for exposure, let alone introducing a Korean classical pianist who now wants to launch himself as a Kpop artiste in Malaysia!

A great write-up by New Straits Times after the Media Preview

The write-up by Guang Ming Daily 光明日报
The write-up by Oriental Daily 东方日报
The write-up by Sin Chew Daily 星洲日报  

With the media preview & media write-ups successfully launched, an artiste is born. 

With record label executives non-committal and vague, contrary to the normal practice of holding a concert or performing showcase only after we launch an album, we decided to just move forward ourselves and hold our own music concert. 

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Grandma, Guan Yin, and Spiritual Beings from the Afterlife

Grandma, "Ah Ma"adored at her grand 90th birthday, March 2014.

This is my darling grandmother, I call her "Ah Ma," at the last birthday we spent with her, in March 2014. According to Chinese tradition, we celebrated it as her 90th, 2 years older than her actual age. I was afraid it might be her last, even though she seemed healthy, round and jolly as always. 

Fast forward one year later to Feb 10, 2015. After seeing Ah Ma take some medicine and porridge earlier that morning, Mom left to the temple to light a candle for her mother, my Ah Ma. Unexpectedly, a few hours later, Ah Ma passed away quickly around 11a.m.

Ah Ma, has for the past several years, said she was ready to go to be with Guan Yin. All her children would scold her, telling her she was talking nonsense.

Three months after her 90th birthday celebration, I noticed that she was yellow in her eyes and skin, and she was feeling more fatigue, as well as complaining that her stomach had bloated. And so began months of distress with medical treatment, a fighting period for her and for all of us. She seemed to be recovering again after our illustrious Christmas 2014 and New Year's Eve 2015 with her.
New Year's Eve 2015 celebration with Ah Ma. Our goddess Guan Yin & other gods at the altar behind.

Throughout the past few years of my life, I've had a desperation to know the Divine energies, believing that when I get my spiritual concepts right, all my life will fall into place. But our family's experience with Ah Ma's connection to the Guan Yin pushes us, and myself, to acknowledge my ties, without a doubt, to a spiritual world that we do not completely understand. 


A giant statue of Guan Yin in China
From an early age, our family altar always had Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy, the loving mother of children and kind protector of our family. However, I could not confirm my beliefs in the deities (仙 -“Xian” in Chinese, also translated as Fairies) that the Chinese families pray to. Did they actually exist? Or mere legendary myths, if not some kind of unexplainable, fictitious spirits categorized under the Taoist religion? I was not the most faithful practitioner in lighting joss sticks for them. 

In my early adulthood, I was also a firm Jesus Christ believer, and I scoured further in my attempt to reach out to the God of our universe. Being very Westernized in my education and thoughts, I had no real connection to these Chinese gods and goddesses, which my Christian leaders and peers treated as anti-Christian beliefs.

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Channeling Little Fairy

Before I let you in on more amazing stories, let me introduce you to some family members and spiritual beings (仙 -“Xian” in Chinese)that have been part of our spiritual amazement.

There are 2 women folks in my family who have manifested spiritual connections with the fairy world for the past few years. 

My 2nd Aunt (my Mom being the eldest, so this was her 2nd younger sister of 6 daughters & 3 sons in the family), has visited the temple of Tai Shang Lao Jun 太上老君 since I was a little girl. 

太上老君 Tai Shang Lao Jun

Who is this god? I don't know really. But he is mentioned as one of the senior deities who might have been the originator of the Tao beliefs. He is supposedly a very firm god who governs the other more junior deities and fairies.

Several years ago, a Little Female Fairy 小仙女 (Xiao Xian Nu) has been coming through my 2nd Aunt (channelled may be another better word).

The Little Fairy refers to her Sifu (Master) as Tai Shang Lao Jun 太上老君. So she must be his follower. How is Tai Shang Lao Jun 太上老君 & Guan Yin connected? They are of the same realm, which I am still learning about. 


(Below is an image I borrowed from the web, because this photo of an actress potraying a fairy in a TV drama makes it easier for me to explain the being I have encountered. I cannot share any videos that I have accidentally shot of my 2nd Aunt when the Little Fairy came through her, for privacy's sake. It might even scare the skeptics in you!)

A borrowed & perceived likeness of Xiao Xian Nu 小仙女 --
follower of 太上老君 Tai Shang Lao Jun 
When Little Fairy comes, there is no grand entrance. My 2nd Aunt just speaks in a tiny, high-pitched female voice. Little Fairy often observes what's going on, has a conversation with us, and expresses herself like a cute teenage girl would. 

She has come to let my cousin sister know that her late mother, who passed away from cancer about 10 years ago, was happily playing mahjong in the afterlife with her many friends! 

She came and scolded Grandma last Chinese New Year, before her 90th birthday, that she was talking nonsense about wanting to die soon. Little Fairy told her she had to live to a hundred years old then Guan Yin will bring her to heaven to be a Fairy. 

During Ah Ma's funeral, Little Fairy appeared many times, to give her piece of mind to all our family to stop arguing with each other, not to talk nonsense, gossip or complain loudly, as this defiles any blessings of prosperity.  She scolded all Ah Ma's daughters to stop crying, as Ah Ma was already happily with Guan Yin in a beautiful place with plenty of flowers. 

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Connecting with 7th Fairy

My mom's younger sister-in-law, let's call her my Aunty N, cannot channel any spiritual being. But several years ago, she was destined to meet a man from China who channeled the 7 Fairies 七仙女 (Qi Xian Nu).

A dramatic film about the 7 Fairies
The 7th Fairy, the youngest, smartest and most beautiful of them, apparently had a connection with Aunty N, knowing that she had a growth in her stomach, without Aunty N telling anyone there about it.

Thereafter, 7th Fairy regarded Aunty N as her sister, and Aunty N could often call on 7th Fairy when she wanted relief from any pain, or just to have a conversation. 7th Fairy would appear in spirit and even when nobody was there, Aunty N could sense her presence, hear her talking beside her ear. 

And once, at Aunty N's request to see her, 7th Fairy revealed herself in Aunty N's dream -- a vision of beauty. Aunty N could even describe the colour of her clothes.


One morning, 7th Fairy appeared to Aunty N, informing her that her mother-in-law, my Ah Ma,  was terribly ill and it was time to bring her to heaven. Aunty N was shocked and said she had not packed yet. They live 5 hours away by car. 

But 7th Fairy said they could not wait, as it was already the 22nd day (in the Chinese calendar) before the coming Chinese New Year (Feb 19, 2015 was the 1st day of the Chinese New Year). By the 24th day, apparently, all the gods and goddesses must report home to heaven, and heaven's gates would close until the 2nd day of Chinese New Year... so they must take Grandma with them to be in time. 

Grandma's last Chinese New Year with us in 2014.
She was ushered to heaven 10 days before Chinese New Year 2015.

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The Presence of Tai Shang Lao Jun 

Ah Ma passed away on 10th of Feb, and the family decided to hold her burial on the 5th day. Some families choose 3 days or 5 days, so we chose 5 so that other family members and relatives could have time to pay their last respect. For those who have lived a good, long life, the Chinese usually hold the wakes for more number of days.

Little Fairy came to advise many times through 2nd Aunt. She chided aunties on crying. "You will go blind from crying too much." "Your mother is in heaven so you should not cry." "If you don't stop crying, I will make it so that you cannot follow to the burial!"


Then, on the evening of the 4th day, the day before Ah Ma's burial, the Taoist monks who came to led us in nightly chanting, requested her daughters for the combing hair ceremony, a sending off before her coffin is nailed shut.


An unexpected coming during that short ceremony, 2nd Aunt, standing at the head of the coffin, started speaking in a firm and forceful voice, and her hands ceremoniously moved about like an  ancient scholar or general.

In Mandarin, the voice bellowed, "You all should not cry. Your mother is already in heaven. So you should be sending her off in joy."

Another aunt asked, "Who are you?"

The voice coming through my 2nd Aunt introduced himself, "I am Tai Shang Lao Jun." Then with his last pose, he left 2nd Aunt, and her shoulders relaxed.

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Ah Ma came on the 4th Day of her funeral

Later on the 4th day, Aunty N meditated and requested 7th Fairy to let her see Ah Ma. 

After the combing hair ceremony, we were sitting outside the house under the tents, as usual folding our paper gold to burn for Ah Ma's burial day. Aunty N sat on my right, and both of us happened to be overlooking the house, where Ah Ma's commemorative altar faced us, which placed her photo, lighted candles & joss sticks, bowls of rice, vegetable and Chinese tea. 

Aunty N suddenly whispered to me that 7th Fairy had come and there were many spirit warriors around us that had accompanied her. And she had brought Ah Ma. Unlike stories of ghostly beings who loiter among us, a spiritual being like Ah Ma, it seems, cannot enter our homes without Guan Yin's consent. So therefore, upon Aunty N's request, 7th Fairy had to get the consent from Guan Yin to bring Ah Ma to us. 

Aunty N desribed to me, "I can see Ah Ma now. She is eating. Now she is talking to 7th Fairy. She seems to be healthy." (I have no idea how spirits taste or eat our food offerings, but they have told us that they do eat our food, but they did not say how.)

Aunty N spoke to the 7th Fairy. We can't see who she is speaking to, but she spoke aloud and seemed to be having a conversation, not only with the 7th Fairy but later, she asked permission and spoke with Ah Ma too! 

"Ah Ma, do you still feel pain?"

"Oh, you're healed now."

"Yes, there's not as many people here tonight as yesterday night." (refering to the visitors that came to pay their respects every day. It was a Friday night).

Aunty N turned to me, "Ah Ma has always been conscious even when she passed away. She knows what's going on."

Then back to face Ah Ma's altar.

"So you like the white blouse that 2nd Sister (2nd Aunt) made for you. Oh, you want to bring it with you and wear it over there? I will tell her that."

And then, Ah Ma left. 

2nd Aunt was a tailor and always made Ah Ma's clothes for her. She made the white blouse for this Chinese New Year but had forgotten to bring it over. So she could only place it on Ah Ma's coffin along with 2 other blouses that other aunts had bought for her Chinese New Year.

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Ah Ma's Reminders of Love 

Ah Ma was buried the next day, on February 14, Valentine's Day.

We had a commemorative prayer on the 49th Day, also in conjunction with her birthday in March.

And finally, we had 100-Day Ceremony on May 20th. Mom, who also works as the assistant registrar of marriages had her hands full registering marriages that day as she said it was "I Love You" Day.


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100-Day Ceremony

On 20th May, we had a 100-day prayer ceremony for Ah Ma's passing. My family overflowed 2 square tables with food in front of Ah Ma and Ah Kong's (Grandpa) altar. 

In prayer at home or at the temple, after praying or saying our desire & request to the deity, we usually toss 2 coins or 2 shengbei to find out if our desire or request will be successful. When the coins land head & tail, the answer is "yes." If it's either both heads or both tails, then the answer is no, then you can try again. 

head & tail of coins

After several attempts with coins by my aunties and uncle, at last the coins landed head & tail, to show that Ah Ma has agreed to come to taste the food prepared for her.

As we all sat around, Little Fairy spoke through 2nd Aunt. She said that she could see Ah Ma eating. (I have no idea how). And there are others with her. Like Ah Kong. Like my cousin's mom who passed away who lived in this same house.  

Little Fairy then said, ask Guan Yin if she could let Ah Ma talk to us after she finishes eating. So because she asked us to use the wooden shengbei, and there were none at home, another aunt went off to buy it. Little Fairy then left. 

When my aunt came home with the shengbei, she immediately faced Guan Yin's statue and asked if Guan Yin would let Ah Ma talk to us. We were laughing because we wondered if Guan Yin understood English. We have to assume she is international. The moment the shengbei was dropped on the ground, it turned onto this position: one facing up and the other facing down, which is a resounding YES!

head & tail of "shengbei" used to indicate prayer results
Immediately, I heard 2nd Aunt seated beside me lean towards me sobbing, with big tears rolling down her cheeks. She started to speak in Hokkien. Oh my, is it really Ah Ma talking through her? She couldn't stop crying. And neither could we. 

Ah Ma reached out to touch everyone there, and she asked for everyone to come. She said, Guan Yin let her come to talk to us. She had left us so fast. And it was time to go. 

So we bombarded her with questions, and she answered. Even though it was 2nd Aunt in person, but whatever that was spoken through her mouth was like the Ah Ma that I knew. (How I wish I could have remembered to video everything... but I was crying and I couldn't think about anything except the chance to talk to Ah Ma). 

"Are you well now?"

(Smile) "Yes, Guan Yin has healed me. It was mostly this stomach of mine that was the problem. Now it is fine." (Due to supposedly liver or kidney failing, and signs of cancerous cells, Ah Ma's stomach had bloated in the past several months before her death. We brought her to the hospital to pump out twice almost 3 litres of fluid. And she wasn't able to walk.)

"Ah Ma, what do you do everyday?" I asked. 

(Smile bigger). "Guan Yin taught me how to chant. Sometimes, I can't catch up as I can't remember."  
又是也念不到啦 (u si ya liam bo la) 。。。(Haha, so funny. Just the way Ah Ma used to talk in Hokkien. She never did chant before, although she has listened to the chanting melodies my cousin has recorded for her.) "Guan Yin gave me a place to sit. Before I went there to heaven, Guan Yin already showed me this place. It's very cooling and pleasant. I like it very much." (wa ya ka yi la...)

Yes, Ah Ma was a spiritual believer, and especially in Guan Yin. She told us once, perhaps 2 years before her death, that she dreamed Guan Yin took her to heaven and showed her a table and a chair. Guan Yin told her she would come and sit here next time.

I had been horrified. I thought if there was a heaven, wasn't it about playing in the clouds all day long? Why, do you have to go to an office in heaven and work? Or as a friend had asked, is there a school there?

Well, perhaps, in heaven, these fairies or saints do indeed work. 

Ah Ma told us not to cry. She told the 2nd Aunt whose body she was talking through not to cry every night in silence. She had come through 2nd Aunt one night and spoke to my cousin with some of these same messages. 2nd Aunt had cried non-stop and as it was the birthday of Guan Yin, she was allowed to come through and speak. 

She told 3rd Aunt that she was thankful for her who accompanied her, sleeping at the hospital night after night. 

She told my other cousin Aunt whom she took care of since she was a baby, if you want to call me Godmother, please don't call me 5th Aunt again. 

She told another cousin to eat more because she was stick-like thin. She told another cousin she was sorry that she couldn't attend her wedding. 

She told my mom not to work too hard as Ah Ma worried about her health. She told my mom and dad to take care of each other. She told me that my parents would need to depend on me in the future. 

She told my 6th Aunt not to live apart from her children. My 6th Uncle told Ah Ma he had bought a new Mercedez. So Ah Ma said she was not fortunate to be able to sit in the new car. 

On funny questions, my 3rd Aunt mentioned that she had just returned from a short holiday in Japan. Every night, she dreamed about Ah Ma. She asked if Ah Ma had truly gone with her? Ah Ma smiled and said, you're thinking too much, you are missing me too much. Cousin aunt asked if she could win the lottery. Ah Ma said, it depends on your luck. 

I asked if I could win the lottery again. Ah Ma looked at me and said, "Keep buying your car number." Ahahahaha...

Ah Ma said in heaven, they have to watch their words and are not to simply joke around, as they have to be sincere with what they say.

Ah Ma told us not to cry. She was fine. And it looked like she had work to do...(maybe she was busy following Guan Yin on her missions). She said she would not come to us again in the near future, perhaps not for another year. But anytime that we wanted to talk to her, we could light joss sticks and face to the south.

After a good few minutes with her, she said she was going. And 2nd Aunt's body slumped into relaxed mode.

Her goodbye left us fulfilled and comforted that she would always be watching over us and she is indeed our Fairy. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Who Am I in this Universe of Work & Play?

Introducing myself -- not easy. We're a confused lot. We are. But here goes, as I try to brush away the leaves that have grown wild from the trees of my experiences.

Extremely experienced in producing & directing entertainment shows, awards, talent competitions, reality shows, drama, telemovies, documentary-style genres.

Although the experience has been gratifying, with a few occasions that were horrifying, I have learned to treasure them as uniquely my own.

But I do not merely want to be a service provider, even though I am really good at what I do. At heart, I am really a creator. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be here shining the torchlight through the wilderness of this industry, still loving it in my being.

Some people will never ask the question "Who am I?"

Some people are constantly searching for the answer to "Who am I?"


Who I am is a creator. What I really want to do is to create -- then publish, broadcast, screen my own stories -- artistic expressions from my soul -- not for art itself, for art is just a means of expression, but because something yearns to burst out from me to touch this world.

Therefore, I took the challenge to rise from being a comfortable, low-profile, incognito Service Provider to the path of the Creator. It took me guts to confide in a trusted friend, who guides, monitors and willingly manages my intended paths. A mastermind confidante. An act of accountability on my part.

At zero, I understand that we are all born as creators -- and we are creating our lives every micro millisecond -- consciously and unconsciously.

Along the crooked paths of life, I became a Spiritual Adventurer.

But ironically, I believe instead, that I was meant to be aware that I was meant to be a Spiritual Experiencer. And all of these things that this Universe of Work & Play had thrown my way: the dream occupation, the jealous co-worker, the bullies, the drunken nights, the staff betrayals, the relationship abandonment, the financial losses, the sweethearts, the joys and pain, were just tools and methods for me to become a Spiritual Messenger.

Spiritual meaning religious?

No, I reject categorizing human thought and human development into religious pigeon holes.

As I have learned from the universal energies that created us and given us the means to realize our abilities, I too wish to continue the message to others who may understand my methods.

Once again, I will keep on creating.




Look Out, I Am Having A Conversation With God


I lived a devastating experience going into my late twenties when my fiance walked out of our relationship. That crashed the glass world that I had created, destroyed my hopes for a happy married life. 

I went into a sort of depression for some time, confused, tearfully and desperately asking God for an answer, and I started to rebel. I didn't want to be the good girl anymore, taught and expected to live within the perimeters of physical, spiritual, emotional and mental boundaries. 

I stopped going to church. I went clubbing instead. 

Other than wanting to understand why my ex-fiance liked certain God-forsaking places so much, somehow, my soul wanted to find God MY WAY instead. 

Somehow, my soul wanted to experience God out in the fields, out in the world without boundaries, out in the world of the rebel, under the skies, near the ocean....not through holy books, nor through pastor's sermons. 

I knew there was a God. And he was ignoring me. 

I am inferior in his eyes. 

I have experienced many little signs that were answers to my questions throughout the years. As most humans, I did not acknowledge the miracles of getting those answers to my questions, and never thought there were any spiritual connection to them. 

I had heard voices before speaking to my ear,  when there was nobody in my bedroom with me. Yet, I had dismissed it as foolish imagination. 

Every night, I would desperately ask God so many questions...like why is this happening to me? Why am I rejected? Why can't I find happiness? Why did he leave me? How am I going to go on? He would not utter a sound.

My pillows and bedsheets were drenched from tears that made my eyes puffy for years. Until today, my eyebags serve as proof of my collection of tears. 

I asked as many people as I could, including visiting fortune tellers, and read as much as I could, in order to find the answers from a God who was not speaking to me. I was a great reader of storybooks since childhood, and now I was desperately reading all the self-help books I could find, which ironically, were books that my ex-fiance used to read, and which I had thought were useless and uninteresting.

One day, while flipping through the newspapers, I saw a review of a book called "Conversations with God."

It was like an answer to my deep yearning to ask God questions. I took it as a sign. 

I sent for the book by mail order. 


The first few pages of the book excited me, and the conversations with a God real to the author, Neale Donald Walsh, unloaded my burdens overnight. Heavy rocks were lifted from my highway of life, and I felt free to cruise. 

However, it was the beginning of my lifelong journey through DEEPER ups and downs. 

Climbing, then falling and falling, climbing, then falling and falling, then climbing again -- success in business, failure in business, success in partnerships, failure in partnerships, success in financial gains, financial loss, success in experiencing relationships, failure in being worthy of love, everything seemed to crash even worse. 

I hit rock bottom in everything. And then, I began to climb up the edges of the pit, slowly, slowly, calling, calling, desperate, glimpse of hope, doubt, then I saw new footholds, I climbed, I stopped, I doubted, I climbed again....

Despite the tough situation when I found myself with all my world crashing, I finally comforted myself that what I had instead, was a treasure of experience that nobody could take away. 

What I knew I had was a perseverance, a hunger to really master what we call the secrets to having the life that I want. 

My next chapters are in spending money I should not have spent to buy this book recently, which was wrapped in plastic, without knowing if the book had good reviews, or who this author was. 

Why I picked it up was because she was a female author, and she had written yet another book linked to the law of attraction. Perhaps I could be like her and do what she does. So I decided to take a peek into her book, and into her world. 

I have just been delighted again -- in proving that answers to my questions are being answered. I was informed a cheque was ready to collect, within 48 hours after asking the universe for money to pay my bills this month. I am going to collect it now.

Monday, May 18, 2015

The Other Questions Did Not Matter

My life changed the day I decided I must do what I want to do.

And what I want to do are stuff that cost money to do, with risk involved, expected loss, and not to mention, embarassment after doing it. 

Years pass and these were the things I always wanted to do, but life was just not happening for me. And thus, after having gone through some of the most terrible times life had to offer, I decided I had to do the things I always wanted to do, because life has been terrible anyway. So why live more life with no satisfaction?

The poetry that I had writtten over the years -- starting with an accidental class at college in which I had enrolled in with the hopes of becoming a good fiction writer -- saw me forced into writing poetry instead by the professor, Herb Scott. I didn't even like poetry, which I thought was boring. 


But I was shocked at the A's that I kept receiving from Prof for each of my poems. After all, I was the only Asian in a small class of about 20. And in every class, I was so nervous as we had to read our poems out loud for others to critique. I stuttered a little as I wasn't even comfortable speaking English in front of Americans.

But what do you know? The more I wrote, the more I liked writing poetry. 

So, years and years later, I thought, there must be a reason for me to write them. I began to yearn publishing them. But this world is not a world for poetry...which belongs to a niche -- selected literary enthusiasts. 

Who would buy? But first, who would publish? Who would read? Wouldn't it be a waste of hard-earned money that I didn't have? "Is it worth doing?" my friends asked.

These were the questions that I asked myself for so many years. 

These were also the questions that stopped the dream. 

Well, this year, I finally decided to stop asking those questions. Because what I really wanted to do was to publish my book of poetry. The other questions did not matter. All I had to do was to find the means to publish the book. The other questions did not matter. 

The other questions did not matter. 

The other questions did not matter.