I just want to enjoy the ride. What is the hurry? It's pretty early. It's okay, We'll take our time. ~~~~~~~~~~ I never imagined nights like this would occur again but tonight, tonight is one of those nights the unanswered questions I've strictly kept sealed at the back of my mind come out to haunt me. Four years. It's been four years now. Whenever Chew and I talk about our time at NYJC, we both conclude that while it might not have been the best two years of our lives, we're still thankful for the outcome. But there are nights like this when I think about a certain someone, someone I've literally put in so much effort to stop myself from thinking of, and wonder about all those  could-have-been s. These thoughts used to surface so often and all I could do was cry myself to sleep because I was scared. I was scared of the conclusions I'd end up at and the things I'd end up convincing myself of. I was so good at self-des...

Stealing a sticker from Dayre  because it is an apt reflection of how I'm feeling right now.  If you've been following, or if you're a friend of mine, you'd know I've been practicing the Law of Attraction ever since reading about it. (I've also gone on to finish the entire The Secret series by Rhonda Byrne and a couple of other books advocating the same message.) I've probably also mentioned how practicing gratitude has changed my life slowly but surely. Practicing gratitude is something I try to do as many times in a day, whenever I have time. I could be commuting between home to my next destination and I'd be giving thanks for the smooth ride and readily available public transport. I could be in the shower singing to Beast's latest single and I'd be giving thanks for the clean water system we have. In fact, I can be lying on the floor with Shelty and I'd be giving thanks for the unpolluted air we breathe every day. I try to f...

For every one you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. ~~~~~~~~~~ I didn't have the best circumstances growing up. My father passed away when I was 7 and all of a sudden, I was forced to fit into shoes much bigger for my size. My mom single-handedly raised us three and I never found out about her struggles until much later. I struggled a long time to come to terms with my father's absence. I also had to deal with the fact that I will never know my father the way my siblings did. That saddened me and I began to doubt if my father loved me at all. My mom pinned all her expectations on me because I was the most academically inclined of us three. For as long as I was in school, my mom would remind me how important academic performance is and till today, she reminds me that I might not be good enough if my GPA is not at least a second upper. It didn't always work out, of course. The society I was brought up in shaped the way my mom perceived the world...