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I Dislike Looking Back but Today I Am Doing It

I'm not a friend of looking back. In fact, there are a few "looking back"-related things and events that make me cringe:

  • high school reunions

  • conversations about the "good old days"

  • discussions, that have no productive purpose, about past miseries and misfortunes

  • trying to reconnect with people I've fallen out of touch with

Now before you try to accuse me of being a grouch, look at things from my perspective.

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31 Quotes For the Gifted Adults Out There

Every word and every sentence brought forth more emotion. There in the cold office pantry, what used to just be a children story for him was quickly turning into something else, a reflection and a revelation of a life that wasn't easy to travel. The vulnerability of the ugly duckling he felt as if he was the little creature himself, whose sadness was brought about by the imperative need to belong. Why don't I belong? Why am I different? he thought. It's because I'm so ugly! he and the ugly duckling cried in unison. Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks.

You don't understand me, the ugly duckling protested. The man nodded. Understand. That one word burst the balloon that had been swelling in his heart for many years. All his life, he had lived with some unexplained loneliness: he didn't share the same interests with most of his peers, couldn't relate well to others for some reason, and, at times, viewed the world oddly. He carried on with the story just like he did all his life, trudging on, hoping, wishing, and dreaming for some salvaging light to show him the way and answer his questions. 

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Return to the Merlion

I had never felt that loved in my entire life before, welcomed by two people into their home with the intent of making my birthday a memorable one. I had nothing to offer them but my company and an unwanted emotional baggage I carried all the way from my home country. Never had I felt that low before. Kindness and caring just arrived when I needed it most.

There I was, on the final day of my birthday celebration, letting the bittersweet feeling sink in. I just had the best birthday of my life at that point but it was about to end. When we left the Merlion's sight, I knew the journey had come to a close.

Then I went back home.

Life resumed.

Life happened.

It had to happen.

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30 Life Lessons Before Turning 30

Disclaimer: This is not part of my numeric series. My last post was for 9. I'm not going to skip directly to 30.

Today is my 30th birthday (woo!). I'm really excited about starting a new decade and what life has in store for me. I would like to look back at 30 important life lessons I have learned so far, three decades on this magnificent planet.

  1. Our childhood is one of the most important phases in our life, good and bad memories aside. What we really want to be and do in our lives can be traced back to our childhood years.
  2. Health is wealth. You may not think it is when you're younger but it will be a hard lesson you will learn when you get older.
  3. Nobody will be there for you throughout your lifetime except yourself. People will come and go.
  4. However, there are some awesome human beings who will be loyal to you and will be there for you as much as they can. They will love you with all your strengths and flaws. Love them. They're rare.
  5. “Busy” is a big fat lie.
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The Before Before The Befores (Mi Madonna, Este Es Mi)

Before I drafted a novel, I wrote an essay.
Before I chose the essay, I picked the short story.
Before I made up the story, I sang poetry.
Before I played with rhyme, I made a fan fiction.
Before I pleased co-fans, I jotted a lyric.
Before penning a lyric, my friend was a notebook.
Before my notebook, I used a sketchpad.
On my sketchpad were my strange and out-of-this-world friends.
Before my sketchpad was my colouring book.
And with my colouring book was a box of crayons.
With the crayons I ruined lines, brown, blue, and red.

Before I read Kawasaki, I read Jeff Gerke.
Before I met Gerke, I read Harry.
No, not Mr. Potter. That was earlier.
I meant Wizard Dresden by Jim Butcher.
With Alan Axelrod, I was excited.
And with Twain, I was delighted.
I joined Percy recover the lightning.
This was after Hogwarts by Ms. Rowling.
I was a mutant many years ago.
Then I went to Riverdale because I wanted snow.
Near my pillow, slept the Alps' young Heidi.
In my book shelf, classics retold by Disney.

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