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Rose of Sharon
23 Apr 2018 | Comment

  I knew you were special to me from the day I first saw you. I was young and carefree then, but I
knew that you were dear to me. I remember a time when I was a little girl, and you still a babe, I would hold close at night one of your adorable dress. I would take it with me to bed and the next morning I would tell mummy how much I loved my little sister. You were the cutest baby girl on the block. Fair and plump like a pumpkin. You were young and carefree, mischievous and always full of spirit. You loved drawing, just like I did. You were that social butterfly in our neighborhood street. You were friends with all the other little ones around. Oh how I miss those days when we used to play Barbie dolls together, and 'cook' things we could only imagine eating. You became a big girl after that, and you changed. Some thought you were peculiar. I thought you were odd. I was a bad sister. I mistreated you at times, and abused the older sibling power that I had at my disposal. I should have cared for you more. I should given you the attention that you needed. I used my school books to hide and bury my face in instead of giving you some. It would not take me long to realize that you're a bundle of potential. It would not take me long to realize that you're a person rich with emotions in the inside. Although you maintained a straight face, almost as though nothing had happened in your world, but deep inside you had experienced a plethora of emotions. You loved me even when I didn't love you enough. You needed some time to register the speedy world revolving around you, but no one, nothing would wait for you. Not even my patience nor empathy had bore with you at a time when you had needed it most. Your innocence and pureness of heart was often mistaken for ignorance and slow-wittedness. You have been to places which I have never been to. You have seen and experienced things which I have never been through. I wish now that I didn't have to be separated from you. Everyday I plan about sharing with you my passion in graphic designing. I wish to teach you so many things and build you and stand by your side to see you become the person that you want to be. I promise to support you in ways I never did or never could when we were younger. I promise to be the sister who would offer her shoulder for you to cry on. I owe you the care and love I had failed to show you when we were growing up.

You will always be my little sister and I will always love you. You will always be the Rose of Sharon, the Rose of my heart.

Your sister,

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Tutorial: Heading with strikethrough effect
5 Apr 2018 | Comment

  A few days ago while I had been working on my current blog design, I decided to code my own heading style for the side tabs instead to sticking to old styles. I thought I might as well share the code out:-

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<div class="box">
  <div class="title">Welcome</div>
  <p>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.</p>

  border: 3px solid #aaa;
  padding: 0 10px 10px 10px;
  font-family: Helvetica, sans serif;
  background: url('') 0 8px repeat-x;

  font-family: Georgia, serif;
  text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #fff, 1px -1px 0 #fff, -1px 1px 0 #fff, 1px 1px 0 #fff; /* text stroke */

See the Pen 'Strikethrough' Heading style by Chevvycherokee (@chevvycherokee) on CodePen.

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Today I learned...
3 Mar 2018 | Comment

Today I learned a few things while browsing Youtube. I stumbled upon a few documentaries that gave me insights and perspective on mental health, another thought me a thing or two about being grateful and another that was about the effects of war deeply moved me.

  • Mental health awareness needs more coverage
Mental health cases seem to go unreported especially in local media. For the cases I have know, children with mental health issues have been dismissed as 'just having some behavioral problems' by their parents and even their communities. When brought up in the wrong home, these children are often subject to neglect or worst yet, they are abused and resented by their own flesh and blood. Instead of recognizing the underlying problem or seeking diagnosis, these poor souls are beaten and spited for 'abnormal behavior', which sadly only worsens their mental state. When it gets 'too much' for the guardian to handle, some of these children are sent off to shelter homes - which may be a better option for the child if it were indeed a better place for the child to live in but from what I have seen and heard, people who run these homes know nothing more about the issue at hand. The children are scolded at and sometimes even belittled, some bullied by their schoolmates in their new school. This only makes the situation more dire. All these bad 'shaping' that took place in their young lives could worsen their state of mind as they grow older as they feel more alienated and unloved. For cases where parents or guardians are aware of a child's mental health, some who want to take the necessary action unfortunately don't have enough money and resources to do so. Although it is not completely possible to cure mental illness, there are measures that can be taken to prevent it from it getting worse. In order to realize this, there has to be a more concerted effort by parents, guardians, teachers, the media and the government.
  • Child abuse can alter a child's psychology completely but help and love can change that
This video is a documentary about a 6 year old girl named Beth. At a mere 19 months old, she had been subject to sexual abuse by her birth father. It won't take long for social service to discover Beth and her brother living in such dire conditions. The siblings were soon adopted by a couple and they would soon learn that due to the abuse and neglect Beth had endured when she was younger, she begin exhibiting violent behavior. She would often beat up her younger brother and even molest him. She would push pins into the family's pet cats and would one day kill two baby birds. Apart from her violent tendency, Beth also had an unusual sexual behavior. Soon Beth became obsessed with the idea of killing her brother and her adopted parents. That was when her parents decided to seek a psychologist's intervention. From the psychologist's point of view, Beth seemed to not have any conscience. After that she was sent to live at a special home where discipline and necessary care were tailored for children like Beth. Since then, Beth had grown up to be a girl with more conscience and she was soon able to differentiate good and bad, as well as displaying empathy and remorse for what she had done in the past.



I'm Grace and I maintain this blog with my occasional musings. Apart from writing, I like being occupied with anything artsy, I enjoy the company of books and I like unleashing my inner nerd through occasional coding. My ideal day would be holding a book in one hand, matcha in the other, ears plugged and a cat purring on my lap.