My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.

Sometimes the solution of a problem is just the perspective of thinking.

Dance is a game of extreme emotions and freedom of the soul, where nothing is ever the same.

Do you. Just focus on being the best version of yourself that you can be every day, and don't compare yourself to anyone else or worry about what they're doing.

At the profoundest depths in life, men talk not about God but with Him.

The right brain is finally being taken seriously.

I'm an actor who loves to get physical so any role that allows me to access that is glorious.​

All Asian parents are into your children having a respectable, decent stable job. Acting was unimaginable to my parents.

First and foremost, I married for love. I can't believe I even have to defend this.

I'm not rapping, I'm conversing. It's just a conversation between me and you.