The silent giver He munched his breakfast cereal topped with some pumpkin seeds and fresh strawberries, quietly and quickly. The cereal had only been soaked in cold milk for just a short while because he liked them still crunchy. He didn’t like his cereal soggy and always tried to finish them before they reach that state of mushiness. Plus, he liked his milk cold too. It refreshed him as he took each bite. Today, the morning felt colder than usual. It rained quite heavily a…
Nothing is truly permanent When I started working after college, I was told by the employer that there were basically two kinds of employment in the company. One was as contract hires, another was as regular hires. It was the first time my colleagues and I heard the term “regular” and we wondered why did the company chose to use “regular” instead of “permanent”. In school, in college, we have always thought back then, there were only contract hires and permanent hires.…
At first glance, I thought it was a cockroach and I was ready to smack it flat. But the little fella in the kitchen sink had a different colour than the usual dark brown cockroaches that I fear. Bright orange and black stripes that looked almost like a ladybug or a bee. I stopped myself and took my phone instead to snap photos. But it still looks like a cockroach though. I let it go.
Dashed She sat there waiting as patiently as she could. There was nothing she could do more except to sit and wait for the results. Anxious and worried with all sorts of thoughts racing through the little mind of hers. Little was what she thought of her mind. Nothing much there except worrying thoughts every single day. She felt tired having these thoughts but it was hard not to think about it when she has this condition. A condition with no cure but she had been reading and…
Life can sometimes be like a jigsaw puzzle. If you find the piece you are looking for and find the place it is suppose to be at, when things go as planned, the picture would turn out as it should. But if there is a missing piece, you can only keep looking for it and it will remain a hole until you find it or if you make another piece by some form of creativity to replace it.
What is the point? “What is the point of folding them if we are going to wear them again tomorrow or in the next few days?” a child asked his mom when she asked him to fold the laundry. “Well, if you are okay with wrinkled clothes, if you are okay with rummaging through the stash of laundry in the basket every morning to find the clothes that you want to wear and then be late for school, then, don’t fold.” The mother answered casually. The child thought for a while about…
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