Posted: December 13, 2014 in The Daily Post
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Alphabet Soup.”

Write down the letters of the ABC. For each one, choose a word that begins with that letter. Now, write a post about anything — using all the words you’ve selected.

A am

B brain

C Cruise

D doing

E exhausted

F feet

G guitar

H hell

I i

J just

K kitchen

L laptop

M my

N no

o one

P popcorn

Q quadragesimarian

R ringing

S school

T tom

U underground

V ventricular

W watch

X xbox

Y yatch

Z zeppelin

Hell no!! Sorry guys… I am not doing this today. I just came back from school, my feet hurts, my head is ringing and my brain is exhausted. So I am going to the kitchen  to get a tiny bowl of popcorn, then boot my laptop and watch Tom Cruise travel back in time repeatedly in “Edge of Tomorrow”.

Hmm… I’ve use all the alphabets except Q, U, V, X, Y and Z. I guess I’ll have to cheat.

Zeppelin …as in guitar legend

Yatch... Must get me one of those

Xbox… You get the idea

Ventricular… Yeah, I know big words too.

Underground… Place that after “need for speed”…you know…the game

Quadragesimarian… It is really a word and I learnt it 3hrs ago.


To What End?

Posted: December 10, 2014 in The Daily Post
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All or Nothing?.”

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath
Which do you find more dangerous: wanting nothing, or wanting everything?

Wanting everything is the same as wanting nothing.

As little children, we were filled with energy and curiosity. We wanted to do and be so much because everyday was a learning experience for us. We would see something new and immediately we’d want to have it. This whole cycle changes completely when we start to see the world for what it truly is. People,  just keep on living and taking whatever comes their way as each day passes by, waiting for death to take them while, others have goals that they must achieve by all means.  Some want and expect so much that it becomes an obsession. Most of these things include:

1. Chasing after money. Will there be peace? What about your happiness?

2. The desire for materialistic things. Won’t these things wear out eventually?

3. Following perfection. What about who you truly are? What happens to being comfortable in your own skin? How about self worth?

4. Comfort and pleasure. Where is the adventure? Is it healthy cocooning yourself in your comfort zone  while leaving growth and discovery wilting at your doorstep?

When that thing nobody can avoid comes which is death; Where will all these things you sacrificed so much for be? It’s not like your going to take them to the grave.

Desire is another type of hunger. The more you chase it the less full and satisfied you become. We should limit ourselves and pursue what will be beneficial to ourselves and others. Trying to have not too much of everything and too much of nothing. Focusing on what makes us happy, comfortable and full of life.


Posted: December 5, 2014 in The Daily Post

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Make It Anywhere.”

If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.

Growing up in a strict environment has it’s ups and downs. It restricts you and turns you into a sort of introvert.

I never played with the people next door and I  didn’t go out a lot. I became this quiet kid whenever I was around people. There was no confidence in me whatsoever. I and my family moved around a lot, giving little or no room for stability.

When I started school, I had absolutely no idea how to relate with the other kids. What made it worse was the stares they kept giving me. I have mixed blood, so I am neither white nor black.

I was sort of an outcast. Deliberately, I decided to show that there wasn’t anything special about me  by getting low grades. I didn’t study hard enough, I made noise like the others in class, often cheated during tests and exams. But I still did not belong.

I finished my secondary school (high school) without proving to them I belonged. However, while I was waiting for my admission into the university, I had enough time to reflect.

When I got the admission, another problem occurred. Apart from my “half cast” status, I was the youngest in the university. I was looked down on and people saw me as this little kid who got lucky.

I very much believe in the statement: “it takes one second for something to completely change”, because that is how long it took for me to stand up and tell myself, enough! Why should I limit and change things about myself because of others? I don’t care what they think! It’s your life and you’re the one who will enjoy or suffer because of your decisions!

I started getting higher grades, and moved on to get a distinction along with two awards. I told myself I could survive! All of a sudden I became confident, I could socialise and lastly I AM intelligent!

It doesn’t matter what situation or circumstance we find ourselves in. All we need is a little push! And we will be able to survive anywhere!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
(Thanks for suggestion a similar prompt, zaji!)

I renamed my Canon 550D Eric. He was sleek, fast, unique and so alive! He wasn’t just an “it”. When I hit him mistakenly, he’d refuse to shine his beautiful light. If I didn’t clean him, he’d look so dull. If I didn’t use him, he’d enter my thoughts and I’d just have to go pick him from the top shelf  made specially for him. He loved my attention and I loved his beautiful pictures. He was able to capture, captivate and inspire.

But I betrayed him. He wanted only me to use him but I rented him out. They tortured him and when I got him back, he needed to be treated surgically. I should not have given him to that man for repairs.  I just wanted my Eric back. I forgot to think about facts, such as: Do I know this man? Can I trust him with my prized possession?

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.  It’s been exactly one year since I last saw Eric and I have no idea where he is. Instead all I am left with is the mini white box he came in, sitting on his shelf.  He was only one and a half years old and hadn’t even showed his full potential.

No one will ever treat your object like you do.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

This is one tough question because I have received countless advices. Yes, I am that stubborn. Most of the time I don’t listen to them anymore, because those who are giving the advice are obviously giving it for selfish reasons.

One of many scenarios:

Boy: Hey Mais. You should concentrate on your studies and forget about boys. They are like Hawks and will destroy you. You are too pretty to be destroyed

I was 17 at the time.  Immediately  I hit nineteen, this same friend of mine, who just finished dating my other friend, decided to tell me how much he liked me!

Seriously!! Did I look that dumb?!

The only advice I’d ever take, is my mother’s advice and all of them are the best… AND I would give them to others because we all have the same possible traits.

Mama, if you’re reading this. Happy Birthday! Love you lots.