I confess I seem to lose the ability to write. I practically use co-pilot to rephrase my emails through my broken English. And here I am, trying to make an effort to write, but feeling stucked. I am alone at home, enjoying my quiet time, while R&B music is playing in the background. Chinese R&B music to be specific. I realised there are so many nice songs by China songwriters and composers now – their names unfamiliar to me, but their melodies and lyrics touched my heart. It brought back sweet childhood crushes and memories. I also realised I am now old and at another stage of life where these love stories are past tenses. It is a bittersweet realisation that time has gone just like that. When I wished I could grow up faster, where I wonder how I’d be like when I’m in my late 20s, 30s, I’m…
