Atypical Wanderer

Sometimes, we just crave for someone's presence. Someone who is still living or might not be. Someone who is near or far, or someone who is near but seems far or the other way around. The four best friends from high school or maybe that one friend from university. Or maybe a friend we might not know for years; maybe a week was just enough to make it feel like years of friendship because we just clicked but sadly both of us quietly faded away as no commonness tied us anymore.  Or maybe we just miss being in a  situation or a place. We might not miss the entirety of it. Maybe just the light feeling of wind through our hands, the dim rays from the sun, the scent of the newly cut grass, the sight of the long bridge from afar, the songs from our earphones.  Or maybe we just feel like we're missing some people or some things but we're not quite sure what they are. We want to cry but it doesn't feel right. But we choose to cry still. And I think this is one of the lonel...

One of my seniors asked me a few very elementary questions about English grammar, maybe about a week or two ago. As the questions were very simple, I could give her the answers almost right away.  But, you know what? I felt quite content afterwards. It was like my small wish had come true.  I had wished that my friends, especially ones older than me, to not feel embarrass to ask me anything, especially when it comes to English. No matter how basic the questions might be.  And when even there is only one person does not feel any kind of inferiority to do just that, I feel that I have somehow lived a part of my life right. 

Happy Birthday to Me! I know it is kind of late now to wish myself as I have a little more than half an hour until a new day arrives. But still, I want to. It feels good to be extra good to myself on this day. I think it has been about two years since I hid my birth date from all of my social media profiles. I decided that I couldn't totally rely on other people to make me feel special on the day I was born. There was this one year that my family, even my parents, didn't remember my birthday. I had to keep rationalising in my head; "Parents can forget too. They're just humans." So, I received no birthday wishes and of course, no celebration. I felt kind of down but I kept my mouth quiet. I wanted to be cool about it. However, needless to say, I felt quite hurt. Then when I was at the university, I secretly hoped for birthday wishes and surprises from my friends, especially from a friend that was very special to me. I kept having butterflies in my tummy un...

I know that kind of people. The kind that doesn't really talk much but can listen very well. They listen when others tell their problems to them but they themselves don't tell their problems to people. They want to but they can't. They have such a high standard of who can listen well to them , just as well as they can listen to others. They want to see themselves in other people.  They consider it as their strength. But it might be their flaw.