Atypical Wanderer

"You don't know love," they said. Maybe I don't know the love that they were meaning to associate. But, I think I know love. I had two great loves before. Not with boys, of course ahem, but with my best girl friends (note that I'm completely a straight person so don't misunderstand me haha). I met Ina at a five-day science camp when I was fourteen. We were roommates for that period of time. We were from different schools so we never met before. I am the type of person that can hardly get close to anyone in a very short time. But, I don't know. With Ina, I could 'click' with her so very well. I don't really remember the details of our friendship development so it is hard to tell how we could get along so well. One thing for sure, in reference to almost all my relationships/friendships with people, she made the move first. I always thought she was special; the sight of her made me extremely happy, her presence made me (who prefers to not

I usually refrain myself from reading this kind of book, the kind that makes life and people seem so not right and it only seems that I just need to care only about myself. I still have about 16 pages left to read but can't fight the urge to start writing how I feel about this book.  Does this book change my view about psychology book? Well, sadly not much. I still think that this book (and the kinds) is not my cup of tea. Can we really read people like book? Are people that simple to be read? I still doubt these. After reading this book (though still having 16 pages left to read), I can conclude that the writer suggests us to not feel anything or to easily judge people from what the eyes can see; we can't feel bad if someone deceives us ( "How about not feeling bad, and just not do whatever it was again?" ) and if someone doesn't look you in the eyes when both of you are conversing, then he is a dishonest person ( "Honest people do not avoid eye

I can always relate to the characters in the dramas that I watch - the kind of people who are often being taken advantage of because people around them think they can easily be intimidated, the kind of people that have to try really hard at work because they don't know to kiss other people's butts and the kind of people that can't say 'no' to any requests for help because then things will be hard at work.  Their kindness just make people want to make them do more, sometimes the things that are being asked for are just for their own personal interests. For example, you work as an accountant but you are also gifted to draw people well. Or maybe you are just a freelance artist that tries to make a living by selling your pieces while you wait to land a permanent job. One of your colleagues or friends know about your talent and ask you to draw his portrait for free. Then, the next week he asks for another two portraits. Also for free. Ohh... have I mentioned the req

Today, I sat alone at a corner of the cafeteria. This was not an usual thing for me to do. I love to be at secluded places, hidden from people. People tire me out. And I wanted to figure out the reason. At a small space, People are chattering away, With their voices raised to be heard, As the people like to talk too much, I wonder if they also listen? The chit chatting went on like forever. Some had been sitting at the table for quite some time; the empty glasses on the table proved it. They didn't even bother to give up the seats to the people who were to have their lunch. I look around the cafe, I see all of the different faces, Some are familiar, Some are not. They talk and talk and talk. With their loud voices, I wonder if we have to be loud, In order to be heard?

I thought I’d forgotten how she looked like. Until she came last night. With that broad smile that showed her perfect line of teeth, I couldn’t mistake her for someone else. Because the one thing I always know and remember, that smile was what I liked most about her. Maybe she doesn’t even know she visited last night. Nevertheless, I welcome you to my dream. Anytime. Alhamdulillah. Thank you, God.