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Family is always a good place to start

I like to say goodnight.

 

I’m new around, but I’m eager to get to meet each and everyone here. So I will start with a little about myself: goodnights are great.

Don’t know when I learned this habit, but I appreciate it. Don’t know how many more are left for loved ones, so each one counts.

I regret never saying goodnight to grandpa. Never having that chance. Not being as appreciative of the time I have left with the people I love.

It’s been more than a year now, but every now and then I still get teary. Getting teary is not equivalent to sadness; it’s more missing the man who had once left everything for a new start.

In the family story; he outwitted some pirates on the way to this new life. Brings a little smile sometimes, thinking about grandpa standing off pistol-to-pistol alongside a red-hooded Johnny Dee…Jack Sparrow. His neatly thinned comb-over contrasting next to those shaggy braids.
That kind of image. Can you imagine that?

 

All those opportunities his hands pulled for the family after reaching this new life.

 

 

 

Grandpa taught me many lessons. Of the many he taught me:-

 

Be comfortable, not excessive

Excessive wants should be met with comfortable likes.

 

 

 

His words etch their way into my soul.

Will you share a few words with me?

 

 

 

 

Well here’s to you grandpa. Thinking of you always and forever. Goodnight

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WIPPet Wednesday 13.09.17

Walking Crow.

 

Elder… First elder. She. Struck. Me.

The inner calm, the haven of months shatters inside me. I feel the burn in my chest. A hole tears my insides, and not in a way that any knife can do. A pair of cautious, doubtful eyes leave no moments to chance. Downcast upon me. What has happened to Mei for me to receive such classic domestic disturbance gaze from a sister. It’s all my fault, isn’t it? Is Mei…?

I can’t bear the thought.

‘You’re awake now?’

Wariness in the eyes shadows the tone in this accusing voice. It’s fifth, but not. Hostility similar to that was directed to our unfortunate intruders.

 

WIPPet Maths: 17 sentences from the 13th line of the 9th chapter

WIPpet Wednesdays is a blog hop where writers can share an excerpt from their WIP; just make sure to have a little reference to the date. Check out the collection of WIPpet’s here. Thanks to Emily Wrayburn for hosting; thanks to Sophia Li for introducing me to this.

Less is More

Been through a few thoughts lately.
Sharing one that sticks from the times I’m writing.

Imagine two passages,
they tell the same story; portray the same feeling, and invite the same engagement.

one is 10 words

the other is a hundred

I should write for me, so, the former the preferred option.
Yet somehow, I always slip to the latter.

Too often, too much is used to paint perfection into a frame.
Unless the plan is to paint a wordy starry starry night, the point must go on.

Too many words get lost. A shadow of uneventful inky letters that clouds a story.
Read a few lines that make you think, to imagine or induce thought before leaving you to the deep abyss of a mind; their mind, your mind, some mind.

Ignore that word count and just finish the story.

Again,
Less is more.

Enjoy.

Make a choice.

 

Moving through life, I have made some right choices by my parents. Though, sometimes I have left their advice behind too. Advice that stems from:-

‘We have put in the hard work so you can have an easy life son.’

Just listen and you’ll be happy. Jump into a career that isn’t your fathers; sit comfortably while you make your life. Love will follow. It’s the way to go. Weave through life my way, because my experience has shown me that is it the way. It is the RIGHT way.

Right into school. Left the value of school grades. Right into a renowned school. Left enthusiasm of homework for anime and games. Right into university. Left the career choice of engineering for something enjoyable. Right in completing a degree.

Now I am here; with a cohort that has similar things to say. The more I hear people talking, the more there is a persisting theme. To move forward this next step, you only seem to have one choice.

The ultimatum of a young adult:-

Career or Passions?

The people around me have caught

on to the term quarter life crisis.

I have no passion for this; she says.

 

But nothing can be done without money.

When will I feel myself again doing the things I love?

 

Do you go right? Do you go left?

 

I heard a story about an apprentice woodcutter who had the greatest of motivations. He chose the right path of career. He started cutting the most trees; initially. The second week he works just as hard, yet his performance reduces. By the third, he has dropped to the bottom tier in terms of numbers despite extra effort without taking lunch breaks.

When confronted about his performance, the apprentice was unsure why more work left him with poorer results.

‘Did you take the time to sharpen your axe?’

Getting the job done is more important than anything to the man. So he spent all his time on cutting trees without anything else. Rushing to become the best and most effective.

This isn’t the time to rush. What drives us down this path? Yes, time is ticking, but. There is no real need for the answer tomorrow. Something as important probably wouldn’t just take a week to pop up; though it can happen. Fast-tracked lifestyle in this modern world needs to slow down to take this seriously.

 

 

I choose neither left nor right. I choose to stay right here.

For the time being.

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Think, think, think

No. You’re wrong. You can’t do that.

No, I can’t think in this way. It’s WRONG. You won’t get anywhere with that. You can’t. No. Just can’t. Zero. You have to write it this way. That’s better. Now if you use more advanced ideas. Yes, you must use similes and metaphors. Hyperbole is good too.

Probably the most I got out of English classes during school no thanks I like my own voice in a not so narcissistic way and I will ruin grammar however I’d like when I want to and it’ll be me.

 

 

Sort of in a Mark Z. Danielweski way

“I’ve come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.”

There’s a soul in your words.

 

A sort of power in them too.

Some powers can be real.

 

Mitch Albom

“Death, on paper, would come when they wrote it came.”

Who is authorised to make such a claim on paper?

Others more discreet with Orwell’s newspeak

Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten.”

You can’t think without the right expressions.

It’s like how I couldn’t find myself writing in this blog away from a laptop.

 

 

What’s more important; perfection or personality?

What sort of books do you prefer to read?

 

 

 

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“Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?”

A.A. Milne.

Just Keep Swimming!

“Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it. The man who knows how will always have a job. The man who also knows why will always be his boss. As to methods there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods. The man who tries methods, ignoring principles, is sure to have trouble.”

Harrington Emerson.

Feeling blue today. The opposite of the ocean though. More like a small tank with more fish than bubbles. It feels like one might develop a claustrophobia. It’s then I hear these words so groundbreakingly simple.

 

 

Ambition.

I think most people want more. I reckon we live in a society of more. I know I want more.

Work.

Procrastinating at it’s best here. Lacking in work means it won’t be finished. Soon. Sooon. Some time later it’ll be done. Somehow?

How.

That is quite a question. How would you answer how? Primary School taught me to use words and sentences. High school taught me it’s paragraphs and essays. University taught me the importance of arguments and evidence. Yet, there is no bigger picture; how to approach how? What method? Maybe it’ll be better to answer why?

Why.

Why do we need to know how? Now that is truly the lifelong question, isn’t it? Perhaps we need do need to organise more principles? Let’s make one right now.

 

#newselfprinciple.                         I declare my war against my procrastination.

Don’t be lazy anymore. I am still alive. I can make choices, unlike the tide pulled around by the moon. Yes, that sounds good.

Why? I’m alive. How. Just keep swimming?

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It’s quite engaging.

Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Snapchat.

They all show you a window the lives of friends.

but it’s so streamlined, with:-

three seconds or 140 characters or less

 

Browsing around here is something new to me. I like it a lot. Different voices that are free from Facebook’s unspoken I’ll-have-to-reserve-my-weirdness-to-not-seem-as-crazy surface tension.

Here! It is your own space, your own domain. Tabula Rasa.

Here is my space.

My blank slate.

To share my story.

Thanks for all those who are sharing thoughts every day!

I’ll start today’s story thinking about my tea the other night.

A nice peppermint.

What is your tea?

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