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Unwonted Friendship

Oftentimes we agree to ignore each other when one of us asks a space for personal peace- for matters of the heart mostly. You, without question, or so they say, without any violent reaction easily agree. I block you, you block me and it’s done. Haven’t thought of asking you if you should ever be okay with it. That night was…

A few hours later, I seem to regret what I’ve asked for, but pride seems overwhelming that I took our friendship so lightly, then I realized now that I know you better than I know myself for being rue that I am so bitter at this expense. So regretful, that I miss the waiting, the excitement while waiting, the fire after the waiting.

I know I am absurd, I wouldn’t argue. But I don’t know where am taking the courage from, and being confident that everything will be the same as I used to say, “it will soon be okay.” And yeah, it happens when one of us reaches out while throwing out one’s fouling ego. 

I find that the kind of friendship we have is so rare thus, to utter an apology is unnecessary, only one word matters, then so normal is when we say we “miss each other well,” and the talk is liven up by telling each other’s story. That’s a great cycle that went on for years between us.

Until recently, I feel that the cycle has been broken, that’s when regret took over me. Am no longer confident that things will go back to the way it was. It’s like our hands are slowly unclasping, that were once tightly locked with each others hand; the hugs are a little lighter and loose; your tone was more cranky rather than stable. Everything’s different that night, might be the timing wasn’t right?

I shouldn’t have proposed cutting each other’s out, when am the one who’s losing control because I know now our friendship is priceless, and nothing can compare to it…

Your forbearance is my low key, which am hoping am not lost somewhere else than with you.

This is my real bottleneck that no other boost can make me feel okay, but only, by forgiving me, my “unwonted friend.”




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To The one

To someone who wants that apple from the tree,

Start climbing for it!

To someone who wants to buy pretty dress,

Start earning for it!

To someone who wants to invent machines,

Start bringing your ideas to life!

To someone who’s waiting for a big break,

Start breaking a leg!

To someone who wants to lose weight,

Start sweating today!

To someone who dream big,

Start making it real!

To someone who wants to conquer pain,

Start accepting that life isn’t sweet!

To someone who thinks that trivial things are petty

Learn to realize that it’s everywhere,

Because bigger and significant opportunities comes from trivials,

like you and me!






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The Girl Who Used To Be You

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Below is a passage authored by M. Preston Stanley, an Autralian optimist and my own relief and reminder if I needed a refuge while am drowning in my own ocean of baseless thoughts.

His Daily Message is inspiring, like this one.

Behind a woman you are this girl you were,

The girl who believed in you,

The girl who was white, good and true,

Who had faith and honour and dreams for you!

The girl who used to be You,

With unflinching eyes and heart’s that true?

Can you claim to have played the game she knew?

The game of a woman through and through

Can the woman you are, tell the girl you were,

That you never a loved betrayed,

Nor a faith destroyed- or a faith deceived,

Nor even a foe belied?

That you never failed a cause that was right;

Nor used a lie to advance your fight,

That you are not lost in the make believe throng;

Who have sunk all sense of right or wrong;

Who lie and scheme for ends that are mean,

And wear strange masks, “fear their faces be seen?”

That in joy or pain it was just the same,

You played your part in a woman’s game?

Or must you tell that girl that used to be You,

That the woman she dreamed  of is dead,

That- caught in a cork in the popular swirl,

For the kiss of the crowd- and the joy of the whirl-

For the favor of fools, you buried that girl,

The girl who used to be YOU?

____________________________________________________________________________________________It’s one of my many collections of spectacles- my own daily doze of thoughts, my injectable to preserve my inner calmness.

Happy reading! 🙂




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What defines me?

I am well aware of the fact that people from different places, countries are different from one another. But I believe that we all share one common thing at any given circumstance though varied, but it’s the commonality of all race and that is our emotion.

Emotion is a state of feeling of a subjective experience when conscious mental reaction affects us in every aspect of our being. That which, sometimes changes us from our original persona including or behaviour, our perception towards our surrounding, and the people around us. We all experience the “feels” at one point, or in one way or another, but not all of us know how to treat it wisely.

Our emotional strength is what makes us unique, therefore we cannot classify ourselves through our color or race. We mean emotional strength is by how we recuperate from that subjective experience wether our change may be for the best or for the worst.