Strangers.

Sometimes, God sends you something to ponder about through strangers.

Once, a stranger talked to me while we were attending a talk. She told me her little sister couldn’t get a job after graduating from uni. It just so happens I was taking the same major as her little sister (well, briefly took it). Keep in mind, I didn’t tell her anything about me. I just mentioned that I was attending university.

And sometimes, God gives you bits of advice through strangers.

One told me to always remember to fall in love with our loved ones every day. “I make sure to fall in love with my husband every day,” she said. I have never felt so happy and alone at the same time when she said it.

One told me to never waste time. “Your youth is too precious to be wasted,” she said.

One told me to remember our parents, in sickness and in health. “When you take care of them, you will find blessings abundant,” he said.

I wish I wrote more often back then. There were so many words said to me that would benefit my future self. Now, I can’t remember them properly. Such a waste, isn’t it? (Write more, peeps.)

It’s weird to talk to strangers, I know. I still feel that way. But when I do strike up a conversation with one, I never leave empty handed. I leave with a piece of their life that gives me something to think about.

Everyone has a story. They are waiting to be heard. Why don’t we all lend our ears to these people?

Prudent // 04.04.17

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Moonlight.

“From that first moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew I had to spend the rest of my life avoiding you,” He said. She could feel her vibration of his voice through his chest.

“What?” She chuckled.

“The day we met, the day John introduced you to me, I knew there was no way I could hide my feelings. That spark, from the second your eyes meet mine, I knew I wanted to see those eyes every day. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, for the rest of my life.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

“But you… You were with him. I knew I could never be that arsehole, stealing you from him. I would never do that to my best friend.” He looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were like crystals under the moonlight.

“Every time John invited me to hang out with you guys, I would always find some stupid excuse not to. I didn’t want to lead those feelings on. But that didn’t help, did it?” He let out a small laugh. “We’d end up bumping into each other anyway,” He kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes feeling his lips so warm and soft.

“All those stories he told me. How amazing you were, how funny you were. They just confirmed what I felt for you,” He took a step back and twirled her and pulled her close to his body again.

“That I love you.” He whispered in her ears. “I loved you so much, I was willing to let you love another man,”

“You’ve never told me this,” she said.

“Some part of me wish I did.” He took a deep breath. Their bodies move so elegantly, in tune with the jazz song playing from an iPhone. “But what matters is we’re here, together. Right now.” He continued.

“I don’t know what to say…” She whispered.

“Then don’t,” He said. “Let’s just enjoy this moment.”


I’m listening to Ed Sheeran’s new song called Perfect and I just had to write something based on it. I’ve been writing fluff a lot this week and it is weeeeird.

I feel like I’m in love but I’m single as fuck. Hahahaha. Okay bye.

Bittersweet.

aaron-burden-215162.jpgThe grass will always seem greener on the other side.

It will never be enough in your own roof.

And so you seek to find something.

Maybe something better. Maybe something different. Something that does not belong to you.

And you get happy for a while.

Experiencing new things. Learning. Meeting. Seeing.

Until that happiness subsides. And all you’re left with is emptiness.

You can’t connect.

And you find yourself totally isolated from the things you genuinely love.

So, you return to your home.

Just to find that everything has changed.

There is a bittersweet feeling for all of this.

You finally realise the grass was always much greener where you grew up.

But there was a cost in realising it.

Such a bittersweet revelation.

Happy International Women’s Day!

gaelle-marcel-206893.jpgHappy International Women’s Day to all!

While there is still struggle for women’s rights, I think we can all say that the society’s attitude towards working women has changed a lot, positively.

With that said, I’d like to share a story of my own.

Continue reading “Happy International Women’s Day!”

Two Boys.

 

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Credit: Himesh Behera

The other day I drove my mother to the bank. I had to wait in the car because there wasn’t any parking available. I was minding my own business, singing along to the Ed Sheeran song playing on the radio when something caught my eye.

I was parked near a garbage centre and there they were, two little boys, playing with the trash. They were running and jumping around scouring the dumpster for something. I was quite confused to see these two boys, well dressed and also looked well fed. I looked as they made a bed frame into a slide. They placed plastic bags full of trash from the dumpster under the bed frame to angle it at a certain degree so they could slide down. A man walked past them and they hid for a moment waiting for him to walk away and then they’d start playing again.

I watched them as they play until my mother arrived and we drove away.

I didn’t know what to feel. Was it anger towards the parents? Was it sympathy towards the kids? Was it sadness?

I shouldn’t judge. Maybe they were just playing there because they were bored. I imagine the faces of their parents when they see the mess they had made. But what if they were unfortunate children born into a poor family? It was such a hard scene to witness but their laughter and smile were so genuine. They were happy.

I know. In other third world countries, there are scenes much heartbreaking than this one. Poverty is a horrible thing and we should all give a hand in helping these people.

One thing for sure, I’m amazed at how smart they were. They had an idea to build something from scraps.

I sincerely hope these kids will grow up to be successful and in return, give a better life to their family. Engineers or architects maybe. May God bless their souls.

The Cosmos.

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Have you heard the news?

Seven new Earth-size alien planets were discovered!

Quoting the Space.com, “the exoplanets circle the star TRAPPIST-1, which lies just 39 light years from Earth,” Yes! Just 39 light years, peeps.

The fact that they wrote ‘just’ 39 light years is hilarious to me. Nonetheless, this is such an intriguing news.

Somewhere out there, there are planets just the size of Earth. It would take years for the astronomers to figure out more about the planets. For example, does the planets have water or perhaps, living creatures?? Humans? Or ALIENS???

I feel like a little child again reading all these fascinating stories about space.

Believe it or not, I once wanted to be an Astronomer. I was so proud of having this dream too. All my friends were telling generic career dreams like a doctor or a teacher or a policeman. And there I was, smug and all that, saying “I WANT TO BE AN ASTRONOMER!”

Little do I know that it takes so much more than curiosity to be an Astronomer. I never was good at Physics and I was also shit on my other science subjects. Oh well. I’ll always have blogs about space and YouTube. Thanks, Internet.

My love for the cosmos was influenced by my Dad. He wasn’t a science guy but he had a great passion for science. And he is a space enthusiast. He loves to read about space and watches Discovery Channel all the time.

When I was a kid, on our early morning drive to school, he’d tell stories about the enchanting cosmos: about Mars and the possibility of it being our second Earth, about the Sun and its mighty rays. And of course, the favourite of all conspiracy knock heads, the Aliens.

My Dad had a book (which thinking about it now, it was such a bullshit book) about aliens. The book listed types of aliens that ‘existed’. They even had illustrations of these aliens. The green one, the one with a big head, the one that looks like a lizard and one that looks almost like humans.

One day, I decided to bring the book to school to show my friends. I was having fun sharing with them about these weird creatures when the teacher confiscated it! She said it was ‘disrupting study time’. Jokes on you, teacher, because I was the school Prefect and I had ‘access’ to the Discipline Teacher’s room (it’s where they keep all the confiscated stuff). I went there and stole the book back. HAHA.

Anyway, here’s to more discoveries of the strange and magical thing we call Space.

 

 

An Afternoon at the Cafe.

 

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Credit: Seemi Samuel

 

If we were having coffee right now, I will ask you how you’re doing. You’ll tell me you’re doing fine. Both of us will look down on our drinks. I will sip mine and you’ll cough, even though you don’t really need to.

You will look at me, but my eyes are looking some place else. Then, I will look at you, but you are looking at the waiter coming towards our table.

We will give him our orders, I will thank him and you will give him a smile. When he leaves, you will ask me what is going on with my life. I will answer, but only a masked truth. I will put up a facade I want you to believe because the truth is something you don’t want to hear.

And you will nod. Accepting the white lie. You do not question it. And then I will ask you about yours. You will say you’re doing well with your job but only barely. And we will laugh.

And then silence.

We both realise how much we miss each other. Denying the fact that we’ve drifted too far apart. I need to try, we both say in our minds.

You don’t know me and I don’t know you.

Where did it all go wrong?