This is Us

There are four of us—Tan, Kisa, Daddy, and me. We're a family with a 15-year age gap between our kids, yet somehow, the dynamic just works. We eat together, laugh at the same corny jokes, and bond best over weekend shopping and late-night Netflix marathons with junk food. Tan, our eldest, is now a full-fledged vet doctor and a proud foodie. Kisa, our youngest, is in 5th grade and crafty like me. Daddy is the resident sleepyhead, but that's only because he's also our quiet, hardworking provider.

We aim for calm, but life says otherwise. Someone's always looking for something, running late, or yelling “Mommy!” like I have eight arms. It's loud, it's messy, and honestly—it's very us.

And me? I'm the house cleaner, baon prepper, organizer, and declutterer. Not the star of the show, but always in the scene—hands full, heart fuller.

We live by the rule from Zombieland: "Enjoy the little things." And we truly do. A shared laugh. A quiet ride home. Empty laundry baskets (rare, but magical).

Blogging this just to share love. Not perfect, not polished—but real. This is us. ❤️

The First Stroke

I’ve always believed that life isn’t just lived—it’s felt, seen, remembered.

In little things.

In morning hugs.

In spilled paint and sleepy smiles.

In quiet thoughts that never made it to conversations.

This space is a canvas.
Not the kind stretched on wood or framed in gold-
but the kind that lives in my heart.

Some days, I’ll write about motherhood-the chaos and calm.

Other days, I’ll share pieces of my creative journey-sketches, ideas, maybe even unfinished ones.

Because not everything has to be polished to be beautiful.

This is me saying hello-

to anyone who’s ever paused in the middle of the day to soak in a moment,

to fellow moms holding it all together (or not),

to creatives who paint their days with meaning,

and to anyone who needs a quiet corner to just… feel.

Here’s to the first stroke of many.

Thanks for being here. 🌿