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Monday, July 28, 2014

But first let me take a #selfie

So...? One's with heavier makeup while the other side I'm going for a more natural everyday look. Which?

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tell me. It must be beautiful.

Mother said go find him if he is still that "one guy" I still think of then and now. But I said to her that he might be in a relationship now. I don't want cause any disruption to his life. I don't want to meddle if he is finally settled and happy. It reminded me of what a close childhood friend said to me. You have your right as his first love. But I responded the same way. It's all the little things that I remember now. Like picking flowers from the roadside for me. Maybe it isn't that no one else had ever done these "little things" for me but rather it had never given me the same feeling again. I had dated briefly but never something that had became as serious as what we once had, I had met different people. I had "liked" but never loved. I had covered up layer by layer the gaps when I found bits that resembled him or in rebellion completely different from him. Or maybe just dated bits and pieces of what I liked in a guy but never wholly. Perhaps I just had never met someone I felt enough for to start over again.

Perhaps you had. What is it like? To fall in love like that again? Tell me. It must be beautiful.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sometimes to love is to give up your own selfish ambitions

For awhile now I had been contemplating on fulfilling a childhood dream of mine. It had been something that's been nagging at the back of my mind even when I was working in my previous job. My heart just never felt settled until I cross it off my checklist. Then recently the timing seemed right and the opportunity to go for an interview is coming up but the decision I had once been so sure of is swaying. It may be largely due to the most current events that had highlighted the danger and risk of the job. The selfish part of me said go and the adventurous part of me said do it. But today I saw this picture.


It is the picture of a mother (she had an uncanny resemblance to my mum) who just saw her daughter's name on the list of passengers on the Malaysian plane MH17 that had been shot down.
And I thought of my mum. I thought of my dad.

I thought of their tears.
The grief. The sorrow. And then the emptiness that would follow.

And I realised...
I can never, never put them through that.
Sometimes to love is to give up your own selfish ambitions.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Just my few cents worth of thought

A part of me is tired of drifting but at the same time not wanting to settle. Going on casual dates can be a lot of fun but it wears you out after awhile. Part of the reason I want to stay back longer is because I can completely swear off dating due to the lack of suitors here. Zero temptations. I learn to enjoy my time of solitude with the company of purely platonic friends and family. I guess there is a certain factor of narcissism in being asked out and going on dates. It's kinda reassuring in a way that you feel flattered that there are people attracted to you. But it can be an extremely unhealthy source of self-affirmation. Because you kind of leech off the attention you get from the other party. It is very short-lived and exhausting. And the highs and lows are like a roller-coaster ride. 

So I am really glad to be back. Being away from everything and through specific people I've managed to refocus on my long term goals. I've always wanted my other half to be an achiever. Someone who would keep on striving but I had forgotten my own drive. I need to prep myself to become exceptional to meet someone who is equally as outstanding or even more so that we can communicate on the same level and build each other up towards our goals. Instead of a dependant or parasitical relationship. I am not quite there yet and it's a long tedious climb up. This is becoming akin to a self-motivational talk. 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

An act of service towards others.

We are all selfish in a way that we want others to make us happy. So instead of thinking about ourselves. We should think hey how do we make another person's day better. There's more happiness in that than wasting our time thinking "why doesn't he/she make me happy?"

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Sometimes a person matters too much that we leave first because we are afraid to be the one left behind. 

Friday, July 4, 2014

Blurred lines of caution

Being back reminds me of who I am. Of my roots, my faith. Being back helps me distance myself from unnecessary attachments. Back to the environment I grew up in helps me re-evaluate my lifestyle and social entanglements. It draws a clearer line of yes and no, a line that has become dangerously blurred. I needed this. I'm glad I'm home. 

Monday, June 30, 2014

An unlikely date.

You grinned at me dimples showing albeit cheekily. I have a thing for dimples. Almost naturally you reached over and took my hand then leaned over and kissed the top of my head. You said hold on as you hopped on over to the store next door just to grab me a bottle of water because the place we were dining at didn't serve warm water. Little chivalrous acts like these are uncommon this day and age. 

It confuses me because I do not want to become smitten. I like remaining unattached. 

Each time I will myself to put a stop to your infatuation, I see you and my resolve just evaporates. Why do you have to be so physically pleasing to the eyes. Such nice sharp facial features and that to-die-for dimples. I feel like a school girl waiting for her crush to smile. 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The fault is mine that I let my guard slip and got more emotionally attached than permitted that it affected me. 

Friday, June 20, 2014

Saturated drop

Sometimes in our carefully reconstructed world we would have a slight slip up. We accidentally let some one or something hold emotional bond. But for every crack to perfection we allow a single tear. To remind us that in our seemingly aloof front we are still humane inside. That we feel and we hurt. But we allow that hurt no matter how profound to be constricted to the value of a single tear. To acknowledge that we feel. To acknowledge what or whom was of worth to us. All saturated in that one drop, we let it flow. We let it drop. We let it go.

And then we continue on. 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Summer with an Englishman.

The English shoreline two summers ago. We dated briefly, barely knew each other but it was what we both needed at that time. The fish and chips were divine that much I remember and in that moment, we were happy.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Dancing with the Austrian

He glanced her way across the terrace of the bar. He caught her friend's eye and she leaned in to whisper to her. She turned towards him to as nonchalant as she could and smiled at him. He's cute she thought as they downed another shot courtesy of the bartender. Feeling restless she made her way to the DJ. Play a song I know she grinned at him as he put on one of her favourites. A few other girls joined her as they giggled and danced to it. As she was stepping off the dance floor they bumped into each other. Heyyy they both exclaimed. You're the guy from the corner she laughed. He took her hand and before she knew it, he was twirling her around on the dance floor. Waltz style. 

And it was probably one of the best nights she had ever had.