December 2011
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“1. You don’t know why things are different between you and your best friend. You...”
– Seven Things You Will Never Know « Thought Catalog
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Quintessential family love
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Sometimes when it dawns on me I might never get the kind of total and complete support my sister gets from my parents, it shakes me to my core and I feel more alone than ever.
My parents put zero expectation on her, don’t even expect her to do a degree, understand and accept her passion for social work. Me? Writing is never a good enough job, they say. You still need to eat, you...
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3 years and a lifetime
No better phrase for some of the most admirable people I have known. I’m only twenty one, but already I feel it would be a trying task for any individual to top the pristine quality of leadership and genuine compassion I have seen and felt in this organisation. I always reckoned we were the imperfect ones who pulled off perfection flawlessly.
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2012 memo
(Save and) Spend — Allow room to indulge in a bit of materialism: save up for the beautiful tangible things in life - especially the ones that stir up intangible feelings in your heart, like a Yamaha R15, a spontaneous travel ticket bought on the day of the flight, a picture book, expensive wine just because you can, a shimmery glittery dress you’ll probably only wear once, a...
Of year ends and things that fade
I’ve been nursing a severe case of writer’s block. At the same time, I’m not particularly sure I would like it to make itself scarce because all this time alone with my thoughts has proved to be a rather languid week: people-watching, traipsing around town in the midst of post-Christmas sales while stopping occasionally to fish out pennies for the odd roadside stall or two,...
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A reflection On Love
fear·less /ˈfi(ə)rlis/ See synonym: Love (verb)
I’ve been in a certain type of mood lately, the kind that engulfs you at 2am one night and doesn’t leave for days, forcing you to entertain and analyse your way out of the sudden cascade of pseudo-philosophical musings about Love, Life and Loss. The only benefit this heavy mood brings is its ability to force me to read, read, read,...
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You don't need to be Hemingway
It is important to write even if you have nothing spectacular to say and even if your sentences are disjointed, littered with cliches or hold the clarity of an ambiguously cryptic hipster. To sort through the mess in your head to get to the core of the issue through emptying your soul onto a blank page is perhaps the best (or only?) way to do so. Writing is my medicine for the wounded and weary.
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(I could write you) my life's manifesto
Embrace failure like an old friend. Know success might never come but try nonetheless. Study not to justify your self worth, but because you relish moments spent with Edison, Einstein or Plato. Float a lil’ higher and a lil’ faster with every dance step, until it’s near impossible to catch up to you. Insist on seeing the big picture so far ahead of most. Understand that some of...
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“When you actually work these jobs and get to know the people and the culture...”
– Everyone Should Work A Service Job « Thought Catalog
“So there’s no need to apologize, to come and say something, to awkwardly...”
– You Don’t Need To Say Anything « Thought Catalog
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“Of course, I still hoped that you would reach out. One day you would extend your...”
– You Don’t Need To Say Anything « Thought Catalog
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Inadequacy
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When it comes to Love, I’m a fool with words. I fumble with them, then often in a fit of frustration at not being able to string the perfect sentence together, throw everything on the table. I miss yous and I love yous fall from my mouth faster than I can stop them, faster than I can reel them back in.
Allow me to quote the genius that is Alain de Botton, “It being easy...
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A certain je ne sais quoi
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Six months ago, I was contemplating between universities.
The one in town had my heart: I remember heading there for an interview to get into their social sciences course, and loving the atmosphere and the vibe, not to mention the potential of a vibrant school life on par with my poly days. The interviewers I met played a crucial role in me practically sealing the deal on the spot....
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December Emotions
nostalgia n. The nebulous feeling that visits you at 2am, dancing around in the shadows of your mind, effortlessly escaping your attempt at describing it well and good; it lingers – in the pauses between breaths, the crevices between light and dark, the grey area dividing heart and mind – and sets up residence in your soul, tattooing itself onto the inside of your eyelids so it never leaves you...
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Dear Stranger(s)
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I like the way words fall from the tip of your tongue. Even though I have never heard you speak, I imagine your sentences to be a chain of beautiful words I can wear as a necklace.
I like how you are very adept with the descriptive. This coming from a girl who hated writing descriptive compositions in primary school, I admire anyone who can string phrases together and stir the soul of...
Sisters are the bane of my existence
The title comes from real life experience. Of nights where I wish I could run away from the insanity that is this family or bubblewrap my heart from the cruel, cutting words certain people love to throw around. If you met my family in the middle of a fight, perhaps you would finally understand where and why I inherited my bluntness.
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The second day on the job, the 19-year-old boy working...
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Certainty
The cliche ‘I can conquer the world with one hand, as long as you’re holding the other’ exists for a reason. Love is the root of all invincibility. There is rarely a degree of assurance stronger than that which one has when one is sure of being loved.
#firstworldpains
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There are days when I lament my sorry state: not being smart enough to get a scholarship, and not being poor enough to qualify for a bursary or loan, and therefore being stuck in this country. Five minutes into the pity party for one, I chide myself, mentally coaxing myself into believing that if starving children in Africa can learn to see the beauty in the world, then why can’t...
The christmas mood
“I feel weird and floaty,” I said today.
While shoppers along Orchard Road bask in the glow of christmas lights and the festive atmosphere that I have come to associate with half-priced Starbucks drinks over the years, I always struggle to fully appreciate the yuletide season.
It’s not that I don’t have the opportunity. I do; the over commercialised pop songs and influx...
"Feelings are the real kissing disease"
This is the mother I am going to become, I can feel it in my bones.
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Once in awhile I stop writing because I don’t have anything to say, or I don’t want to say the things that need to be said. Or because December is generally the period where I become most closed up. ..especially after last year. Solitude is what I do best - that and periods of self-reflection. I do this...