And so. On my way to work I asked my taxi driver, “Aunty why aren’t you celebrating Chinese New Year at home with your family?”

She said, in a matter-of-fact tone, “Aiyah my husband die already and my children don’t come and visit me. Might as well work and earn money.”

And while there was an awkward silence in the taxi, I think to myself, it’s true isn’t it? Life holds no meaning when there’s no one there to share it with.

Trust. A thin line to walk on. Something so fragile and so misunderstood.

I, for most part, trust a lot. Too much for my own good. But I still do it. Misplaced trust has never been the reason for me to doubt a person so much that I do not believe in them any more or any lesser. Because if He can trust in me to mend my own wrong, who am I to mistrust another person? If He can give me second chances, who am I to decide who is worthy of a second chance? If He looks at me without prejudice, who am I to doubt the intentions of others?

But I am only human. My past experiences play a part in my prejudices. But it is worth remembering that every one of us is a moon with a dark side that nobody else can see. We have all made mistakes that we are not proud of. So the next time we decide someone is not worthy of our trust, give them another chance. Perhaps your forgiving is the chance they needed to be a better person, Insya’allah.

He keeps me hungry so that I will be thankful for the food on my table.

He lets me get caught in the rain so that I will be thankful for the roof over my head.

He keeps my enemies close so that I will be thankful for friends who got my back.

He lets me cry a river so that I will be thankful for the happiness that comes after.

What would I be without Him?

Less hope = hopeless?

Have you ever had that feeling where you’re trying your darndest to make their day perfect, where you go out of your way and try to be extra nice, and you still get grumpy with a capital G?

That feeling that makes you go, URGGGHH! ?

Hopeless. That’s the word. You feel, hopeless. In an unfair way. Because damnit, you tried so damn hard.

When I get sad I just stop being sad and be awesome instead.
Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother (via quote-book)

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“ Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering . ”

“ Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering . ”

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the perfect touch to our gaming room.

the perfect touch to our gaming room.

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oh, how i miss my zombies in l4d.

oh, how i miss my zombies in l4d.

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