Peping's Personal Blog

The Little Prince: A Tiny Book, a Big Impact   There will always be a time in our lives where something, someone, or some thing inspires us. It might be a song, a movie, a person, or even a book. For me, that moment of inspiration came during my freshman year of college, courtesy of a book called The Little Prince.   Now, I'll be honest, I wasn't exactly the model student back then. My attention span was shorter than a gnat's lifespan, and my commitment to reading assignments was about as strong as a wet paper bag. So when our English Literature professor assigned The Little Prince, I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to skip it. I mean, who needs a book about a prince from another planet, right?   Fast forward to our next class meeting. Our professor, bless her soul, asked for a volunteer to summarize the book. Silence. Crickets chirping. You could hear a pin drop (or maybe just the sound of my heart pounding in my chest). It was clear that none of us had actua...

In my dream, it felt like we were in a different world, accompanied by our family. It felt like we were inside the terminal of an airplane. I saw my cousin, Seek, sleeping on a throw pillow, looking uncomfortable. We decided to move him to a different spot, but he was still fast asleep. I couldn't help but laugh at how he looked while sleeping.   Suddenly, an announcement was made that it was time for us to board the airplane. We hurriedly walked towards the boarding area, but the path we took was made of wooden planks with ankle-deep floodwater. Some people were walking on an elevated bridge on the other side. We managed to get on the plane, and I was assigned to seat #8. I noticed that the interior of the plane resembled a room in a house. There were bunk beds divided by blankets and chairs with assigned numbers. When I saw my seat, it was a monoblock chair with someone still sitting on it. However, as soon as I mentioned that it was my seat, the woman left. I was rel...