Monday, 3 December 2012

Day 7

Perchance, I watched Marshall read out a letter his past-self wrote to his current self and went on to lament his unaccomplished dreams. That got me thinking: what targets have I achieved in the past 10 years? I've probably done quite a lot but that could not be enough. I still haven't gotten those headshots for my UN staff badge.

Honestly, you think about the weirdest things while you croon croon a little tune in the London night. Wonder if I'll still be sipping my tea to jazz songs when I'm 30.

 If the older me is reading this, remember to recline the chair with some white tea in hand.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Day 6

Its weird how people used to laugh at my liking for jazz music when I was 10 and everyone in university deems it cool music now. It just goes to show that being true to yourself lets you live life to its fullest.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Day 5

Students often forget the finer things in life. A first-class degree doesn't equate to happiness. It doesn't necessarily produce a great life for your children. A lower second doesn't jeopardise your chances at an international career. In the corporate rat race, we shouldn't blind ourselves with such misrepresentations of life.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Day 4

People often forget the power of words. They can break people at the worst of times and put smiles on people's faces. More so when these are words of the people you revere. Teachers may be surprised at how their words can touch the hearts of their students. Those able to see the turbulence beneath deceptively calm waters are often the best teachers you can find. Never forget to appreciate them.

Monday, 30 April 2012

Day 3

Perhaps Murakami's real direction in 'After Dark' was an attempt at showcasing the capriciousness of fate in our daily meetings. Quite correctly, when one realises the serendipity of your meetings does he start to appreciate the whims of life. I learnt today that playing basketball lets you meet petty drug dealers; and that teaching a stranger to play basketball can lead to lessons on a foreign land.

P.S. Apparently, Somalia isn't as bad as one imagines it to be.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Day 2

Perhaps love does grow with distance and time. Often, these words come from mouths on screens But age has given me the salt to taste this life experience. I shall never forget the day my mother left for a continent away.

Friday, 27 April 2012

Day 1

The ephemerality of life compels one to trace back his footsteps in the world. It is only pass two decades that one carries such thoughts while staring into the still darkness of London's night. This blog serves little for public readership but shall be my personal diary of my transition to adulthood for my sentimental perusal in years to come. With a sip of white tea each night, I pray that this dedication achieves its goal. Here's to a toast to the vicissitudes of life.