The cycle repeats.

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It’s happening all over again. What I always knew. Friends you think who will be there, forever, just leave.

It happened before and it’s gonna happen this time round.

I’m such a believer of people who is never gonna stay around forever.

No matter how much I try to reach out.

Maybe that’s why I’m such a social butterfly, I don’t hang around with just one group of people.

It hurts too much when they start distancing and separating.

I’m destined to be forever alone.

We constantly subject our heart to such feelings, we have lost count of the number of holes and cuts others have left in them.

I suppose I should just install myself with a frozen heart, never to warm up and be susceptible to all those hurt.

On a different note, it’s also the 10th anniversary of 9/11.

Been hooked on cable all day watching the news covering what has happened to the world ever since.

The war that lasted 10 years and have not ended.

What are we to say what’s gonna happen in the next 10.

Who is even gonna stay long enough to see what actually happens?

Maybe I might even be gone tomorrow.

Unpredictability of life, but yet the stories the same.

Ponder, ponder.

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Define happiness.

How do you know you’re happy?
By assessing your happiness quotient?
By comparing yourself to others?
Looking at your life in general and seeing what you’ve accomplished?
How do you actually believe it really is what it actually means now?
What if it’s a mindset deeply set in your mind from young?
How do you actually know what is happy?
The feeling of content?
The feeling of enjoyment?
The ability to have everything?
What if everything that is happening now is just a figment of your own imagination in some twisted game some higher power is just playing upon you?
How do you actually know?

For the ones who live in our hearts forever.

On the day of your funeral, will you have anyone come forward, telling stories of how great an impact you were or would you pass on like a light breeze, soft and silently?
Stories that would bring smiles of great memories.
Moments that made everyone closer.
Times you were at each other throats.
Last words to each other.
Best memory you bad.
How would you have changed yourself?
Would you wish you did something differently and your life went on a different path.
The choices you would have made, the decisions you hoped you stuck through to the end.
If you were the one giving the story, what would you have said?
How your bond has grown?
How you first met?
How you both clicked at that point in life?
Cherish every moment you have in life, treat it as the last you’ll have.
You won’t know what will happen, and you wouldn’t want the last memory the person will have is of you saying how much you hated each other?
Or how much you’ve hurt them?
Say a I love you before your goodbye, or a deep warm hug when you meet.
And I dedicate this piece to all my dear family and friends who’s left our sides physically, but will always be in our hearts for what they’ve done and how they’ve shaped us to be who we are now.

We all crave to be loved.

But that doesn’t mean we should just delve into a relationship without any consideration.

Wait for the right one to show up?

Love because you need it, not because you want it.

Today,

An American woman came up to me to ask where she can find a pay-phone that accepts Credit Cards as she has no cash on hand anymore.

She said she has been asking around for help for a very long time.

I didn’t know of any, and so I let her use my mobile phone.

She had to call a friend in America to transfer her money and to unblock her Cards so that she can have money to use.

I feel so good inside that I’m helping somebody and hope that one day, if I ever get lost overseas or if I’m in need of any help, someone would be so nice and go the extra mile to help me too.

I’m thankful that there are such people around to help.

Even though some people commented that she could be a scam and that I was dumb to let her use my phone for so long.

I really like helping people and seeing that they are so relieved when you can help relieve their burden.

When was the last time you told somebody life is gonna be better. Or just to carry that bag of groceries she’s struggling with?

Something or anything can brighten a person’s day.

How’d you feel about believing?

Watching last week’s episode of Glee, it was all about God, or believing in something.

Is there something I believe in?

I’m not sure.

Not to sound egotistical or anything, but I believe in striving hard for myself.

It’s not about praying or anything that works.

It’s about how hard you push yourself to be better.

I don’t if that will cause me to end up all alone in life.

But who can you trust?

You put all your trust in God, and what if things just don’t go the way you ask him for.

It’s all about striving hard for yourself.

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How do you know?

What life has in store for you?

What if things just won’t seem to look up?

What if your best moments have passed and you’ve plateau-ed?

Should I just believe and strive on?

Believe that I will make it and don’t let setbacks bring me down.

Even if these setbacks are some that I’ve never experienced before and am doing my best to overcome them.

But they are like waves, pounding on me just as I’m about to stand up again.

Am I in need of help?

Or is it something I have to figure out myself?

Life is so complex in such a way, you’ll never know what is in store.

Even as you secretly hope it goes your way.

Shower me with love.

I’m just so tired.

Thanks.

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Was reading one that really shook my world.

Seriously, why can’t we just have wholesome good looking girls on screen?

Do they really have to be so thin and slim just so that they will not appear fat.

I was influenced when i was younger to be so bamboo-like that i starved myself and forced myself to only drink juice all day long.

It caused me to have gastric problems.

I am now happily eating healthily and am at a very healthy weight.

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When

we were young, we had such great dreams.

To be the President.

To be the a world famous explorer.

To be recognized as a world famous superstar.

But as we get older, we lose these dreams.

We don’t forget them, but we compromise on them.

We sell them off bit by bit.

And when we finally realise it, you’re stuck in a dead end job, trying your best to make ends meet.

In the end, we are all working just so we can have a pocket full of money.

How will we ever make something out of what we dreamt?

And I will continue in the search of what I want.

Wish me luck!

How so

Do we fix the problem of Asians being reserved about their feelings?
They don’t say I love you enough.
They don’t shower people with hugs and kisses.
They run away at the slightest sign of fear.
They stay safe and don’t take challenges.
But yet they expect people to understand how they are feeling.
People in this country is so unacceptable of public display of affections.
The small hug, or the little peck on cheeks are met with the worst criticism. You’ll most probably find pictures on the Internet and people throwing abuses.
It would mean a total disgrace to the family name if you’re seen being close to friends.
Pride is so important, and the thinking of us is too traditional and downright absurd.
I would love to be showered with hugs and kisses, that would make me know that people love me, people care abou me.
I like the feeling of being hugged. The warmth of it is so comfortable.

Being scared

Being scared let’s you know that you are on to a important decision in you life.
If you have no opinion about the choice you’re about to make, it’s best that you don’t interfere and stop others in their path of their passion.
Why do something you are not head over heels? Give it to someone who really needs it and am totally passionate about it.
Do your best, or do nothing at all.
Why waste your time and other’s time?
I believe to do everything to the best you can, don’t ever regret what you’ve done.
Or else it’s a life lesson wasted.
Be proud of who you are, of how great you can be.

I realise

that the only person I call now is my mum.
The only person who ever calls me is my mum.
The only time I go out is on Saturday if anyone is free.
I spend everyday at home watching tv.
The only time I’m out of the house on weekdays is when I go to work.
My friends are too busy.
I alienated most of my friends for the past two years.
I have a horrible job where I have no friends.
The only way I’m interacting with people is through the Internet.
I was so desperate, I even tried out chatroulette. Which was horrible and I saw naked people masturbating and stuff.
My only way of de-stressing is sitting at home.
Looking at the walls.
I need some interaction with real humans.
My life stinks.
I’m so desperate for contact outside my home.
I need to get out.
I need to meet new friends.
I’m not socializing, I need to go out.
Where is the safest place to meet strangers and be friends?

Do not be afraid

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of making mistakes.

It’s when you learn a lesson and grow to be stronger and wise-r.

I admit I have done some stupid stuff, stuff thatI regret deeply.

But I know I won’t be who I am without these stupid stuff.

I am ashamed of these mistakes.

And they haunt me sometimes.

I grow up knowing I should never do them.

And I make decisions with these mistakes in mind.

I beat myself up sometimes for being so silly.

I’m doing my best to stand up and walk again.

I wish I can run like I do, like when my life seems a whirl.

Everything just seem to move so fast and I enjoyed it so much.

But life’s a dull now, work seems to just draw so much energy from my spirit.

Bless me with the luck to stand up and be tall.

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What if

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the world as we know it, would suddenly end in apocalyptic means!

What would you do?

Will you run to the person closest to you and hug them close?

Will you help those in need and let them live a second longer?

Will you run and search for your loved ones and tell them how much you love them?

Will you be regretting all the time you’ve lost with your friends and family?

Will you be thinking through all the happy moments you had?

Will you be running around and screaming like a crazy person?

Will you sit and enjoy the moment, where the world is at rage and enjoy the beauty of the moment?

No one can predict what they will do, and neither can I. For now, I would most probably be running to the nearest person next to me and get on it like rabbits. Or maybe I will be enjoying the moment.

Maybe I won’t even be alive when the world is at its end.

But have you thought about it?

Appreciate what you have now though, you won’t know what you’ve lost till it’s gone.

Comment with your thoughts.

I really really want to know.

Any country

that you visit, you will definitely see people begging.

No matter how old they are, young kids, old people or even adults. They use different methods to wrench your hearts. Sitting in wheelchairs,  being blind, having no legs or just perfectly healthy. You would not know if they are faking it or really that weak.

I wonder why can’t they just get a normal job. I believe there is a job for them if they are willing to look for one. It’s not like Singapore has got no opportunities for anyone. You can see people who’s deaf working at KFC, or communities and groups that help these people who are not as able-bodied as us to survive in this society.

Even on the streets, if they are not begging, they are standing in corners of the street pushing themselves onto people to buy tissue paper from them at 3 for $1. Which is unreasonably priced, but Singaporeans call them Karma Tissue. But, in a busy street like Bugis, you can find around 10 such people doing that. It’s totally crazy!

Some people are so crazy from begging they come up to you while you’re eating, get down on their knees and really beg you to ‘donate’.

Such people really get on my nerve, they can easily find a job if they want to, but they are just not willing to or they have just given up hope and decide not to believe in themselves anymore.

Comment with what makes you so pissed, or a story of what you’ve experienced before.

Have you

Found your passion in life?
Something that makes you who you are today.
Was there anybody who inspired your passionate endeavors?
Anyone who guided you to the light?
I’m still searching for that light.
Something that makes me go so excited to wake up every single day to hop on it and be the best I can be at it.
I feel my days now are filled with mundane stuff, I work at a lousy job, with horrible lazy people, mundane work and even worse pay. That doesn’t drive me. That is slowly sucking away my soul.
What are the steps needed to take before I can fulfill that drive of mine?
How can I start working on it?
Older generations have such a dead mentality and don’t always take what you mean and say to any sense. Thinking it’s all just a frivolous 3 minute sensation of yours.
What’s your take on this?
I would love to heat your passion and what you have went through to get where you are today.

My father

passed on when I was 7.
His death wasn’t such an impact on me because I was still small and don’t know what death meant.
But, as I grew older, and started understanding things and what things meant.
Anyway, a few years later, I was told how he died.
It was a reaction to a new medication given to him and complications, etcetera.
But sometimes, I wondered, what if someone or something knew and invented a new way to test from a person’s gene or blood or whatsoever and test whether the person is really allergic or whether the body will react to anything adversely.
There would be lots of lives saved.
Would I have led a happier childhood?
Would I be in a different place right now?
Comment with your story on how your life would have changed if not for a death in the family.

Was checking

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I am totally obsessing over all the recipes and food available.

Would really love it if I can try out the recipes.

And if there are family and friends enjoying my food

Like the cinnamon rolls, and chocolate cakes.

And the creamy vegetables soup.

And pot roast.

Totally awesome.

When your friends enjoy the food so much, they just light up.

It’s a rare moment.

Comment with your favourite foods or recipes.

I would love to try them out.

Also, include your favourite childhood meal.

I love potatoes and meat stir fry.

If you ever

Take a walk around the older neighborhoods around Singapore.
You’ll see alot of old folks manning their stalls and provision shops.
Such are a rare sight to see.
Selling everything from dried noodles to incense paper & preserved vegetables.
These people have been there since their teens and because they grew up poor, they do not have the money for a proper education, and can only do what their parents did for a living.
Some of them even gave up their right to study so that their younger siblings will have a chance at a better education.
Now, because of the fast paced moving of the nation, there are supermarkets everywhere, even 5 mins away from home.
I have 3 within walking distance.
And people are forgetting these old shops.
Supermarkets have better deals, fresher foods and cheaper merchandise. It’s also a one stop convenient shop.
Who will ever visit these shops, with their dim lighting, limited stocks, not as cheap purchases and inconvenient location?
What do you love about these shops? Do leave a comment and share with me.

Isn’t it weird

how different events of the day can bring people together to talk about it.
Many topics are available, like the Indian man that dances and sing on the train, or the guy that lives in your neighborhood that shouts and jog all day long, or that particular boy that chases you all around the neighborhood.
But isn’t it that if without these such topics, we wouldn’t have the time to mingle and actually talk and have a good laugh about it?
And you wouldn’t be able to hear great stories from your friends.
Like the neighbor of that neighbor that lies across the street has had an affair with that other neighbor, etcetera…
Comment with a story of yours. I’m a huge fan of stories.