The Lion City welcomed us in its perfectly ordered jungle beaming with joy. It was our first time traveling abroad with no one to really guide us so it felt like we just got out of our own cage in the form of our country. Everything was new and exciting and wonderful. Everyone are different and unique and beautiful. Singapore is a fast-paced place best shared with friends and I’m very lucky to have traveled with mine disguising as wild creatures but with really kind hearts.
To the one who liked me,
I know what you did last December. You hugged me, we were sleeping next to each other. I let you, I was trying to feel if my heart will waver.
But your hand on my stomach didn’t even make the butterflies come out, your breath on my head didn’t even bring any shiver down.
Swallowing for air, both of us are aware. Awake and aware. Pretending to sleep, we decided not to care.
In case you’re reading, I apologize for having written this down to paper. It’s just hard to ignore the words once they appear in front of you and make you remember. But I guess it’s not hard to ignore this particular letter, just like how we ignored what you did last December.
From the girl who liked another man
P.S. Some details are tweaked for privacy purposes.
On days when I’m mad,
I see sad eyes.
tired of their lives.
that’s what they seek.
But nothing that the world can give.
On nights when I’m pleased,
I hear joyous laughter.
turn into lovers.
that’s what they need.
But nothing that the world can give.
Discover Challenge’s Radical Authenticity.
P.S. Authenticity in the eyes of a woman who was mad for a day since she woke up; it didn’t help that the world went against her during that time. I wrote the first four lines when I was commuting to work and the rest when I was going back home, different days, different emotion.
“The sexiest kind of relationship in this world is true friendship between a man and a woman.”
I don’t think I need to say more about this quote. Only that it was from the Korean drama series “It’s Okay, That’s Love.”
This is in response to the blog event Writer’s Quote Wednesday.
A panoramic view from a windmill farm at Pililla, Rizal. Going here was actually kind of a birthday present to me (coz it was a demand slash wish that my friend’s mom granted). I still remember how I didn’t continue taking the panorama because my friend was standing just a few feet away the sign and I thought it wouldn’t look as good if he was in the picture. Seriously though, I couldn’t contain my happiness when I was here.
I always love looking at nature—mountains, oceans, trees, skies, and especially the moon, and I also like being somewhere I’ve never been, that’s why being there at the farm brought me so much joy. It was the best birthday present that I got so far!
Photo 101’s Landscape and Cropping.
I decided not to open my Facebook account. For how long, I’m not sure. Only my millennial craving for news that are “worth my time” and for events that I’m interested in could tell, not to mention the virtual affection I formed with my friends.
I’m fully aware that Facebook lessens my productivity. Instead of writing more bittersweet sensations, or just do anything, I spend most of my free time scrolling down on an endless pile of updates I need to read, movies I should watch at least once in my life, places I have to visit, and restaurants I must try. Social media, like a tattoo, is addicting; not creating another account once you’ve experienced the “connection” you have with the world is just as hard as not getting another tattoo once you’ve experienced the feel good pain it gives you. Just a few weeks ago, I created an Instagram account to “document” and share whatever I feel like.
But who can a twenty-something girl blame but herself? On one hand, social media (Facebook particularly) provides me information not just about my friends but also on the things that I like and we have to thank the sometimes annoying profiling for that but on the other, it limits me to be more creative and active in the real world.
There was a point in my life when things run smoother and time management is easier. Then I became a prisoner in the beneficial advancements of my own generation, feeling lazy and thinking that since I have nothing to do might as well log in here and sign up there, when there’s actually a lot of things to do, if only I could drop down my phone for a minute, or even a second.
To be honest, though, I like the sharing part in social media. It’s my stubborn little finger scrolling down infinitely that I come to despise. It’s my lazy mind and tired eyes, wanting to know more, waiting to know more, when there’s no more.
But I’m pretty sure I’ll reconcile with Facebook after a few weeks or so. I was able to do without it for a month before. It’s not really a necessity, but it’s convenient, which makes us fall for it. I just need a more disciplined Ruth before I come back. Someone who can manage to just lurk around for half an hour a day, and another half for Messenger. 😉 —feeling proud of myself.
Dear Drake, I dare you
Flash a smile when you pass by
Love, your on-screen friend
P.S. For those of you who are only friends with someone online and don’t really talk personally, you’ve been screenzoned. Feel free to share your on-screen friend and/or relationship. Lol ☼