Today, Singapore wakes with a heavy heart.

I woke up as per usual today but I felt that something was amiss. My mom, who was getting ready to go to work, told me the bad news. Our former Prime Minister has passed at 3:15am this morning. A national state of mourning has been declared with our flags flying at half mast.

Lee Kuan Yew, our founding father passed at the age of 91. He has built this country up from the third world country that it was into a bustling metropolitan city that it is now. Whenever I travel, I’m surprised when someone mentions to me “Oh! You’re from Singapore? You’re so lucky that you get to live in such a safe and great country.”. It never really occurred to me how lucky we Singaporeans are. I could easily walk out of my house at any time of the night and not get mugged or shot. I can walk around with ease, without having to look over my shoulder. The comfort that I am living in now, I owe it all to him.

Lee Kuan Yew was a visionary. He had a vision of what Singapore could be and he made it as per his vision. He sacrificed his entire life to the building of our nation. Whatever bad things he may have done, let us just forget it for a second. Think of him as a human being. He was a husband, a father and a grandfather. Thank you for everything Sir, we will miss seeing you in the stands when we celebrate our country’s independence.

Mr Lee Kuan Yew, 50 years ago, you cried for us.
50 years forward, we now cry for you.

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(Will do a proper update tomorrow!)

Love, in my own words.

Love-Wallpaper-love-4187720-1920-1200I’m pretty sure love has a different meaning to everyone. For some, it’s putting the needs of someone else above yours. Or maybe it could be centering someone else around your world. When we were younger, the only love we knew was for our family and our pets, or even the occasional person who would buy us ice cream and whatever we wanted. Whatever it is, everyone has different meaning regarding the concept of love. But what does love mean to me?

For me, love is the colour of my blood. Red and warm, coursing through my veins. Love is also the colour red, the colour of passion. Love is the smell of freshly bloomed flowers in the spring time, when their petals begin to open up and the bees start busying themselves with the collection of nectar. Love is the colour of the sky, sometimes it’s blue, sometimes it’s dark grey and sometimes it is a mixture of different purple and pink and orange shades that makes you take multiple pictures while you stand there in awe.Love is in every breath that you take, filling your lungs with joy. Love gives you courage and strength, no matter who the love comes from.

Love comes in many different shapes and sizes, and that is what love means to me.

Leaving the nest

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It is funny how this came up as a daily prompt for me today. I have been thinking of “leaving the nest”, as they say, and relocating to another country. But of course, before actually deciding to stay in the chosen country, I feel like I should stay there for at least a year to see how I would feel about it. The thought of relocating has been lingering at the back of my mind for the past few years, but it has entirely consumed me in the past few months. My choice location would be the United Kingdom.

Now, if you say, “Oh but the UK is a really general place. Have you thought of the exact location you want to be staying in?”

Well, as a matter of fact, I have. I’ve currently narrowed it down to a single location and that is London. Why London? Well, I grew up in the city and I am from a city so I thought that London would be the perfect fit for me and it would allow me to settle down easier. But I made it clear to myself that I should not stay in one place, pretty sure that my next location would be somewhere else in the United Kingdom. Or maybe even go as far as Germany. 

We’ll see, for now I can just plan things in my head.

Daily Prompt: Too Big To Fail

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I would want to take a year off from my studies and travel the world.

And no, not just country hop around aimlessly. I want to travel and immerse myself in the hundreds of different cultures. I want to eat the curry in India and sleep under the stars in the Sahara desert. I want to party it up in Ibiza and eat fresh grilled seafood in Greece. I want to watch soccer in London and ride camels through the desert in Egypt. I want to visit the Colosseum in Rome and eat hummus in Morocco. I want to eat paella in Spain and snack on brigadeiros in Brazil. I want to explore the Fiji Islands and do volunteer work in Peru. I just want to see how other people and cultures live their lives every day without having to pay an obscene amount of money just to fly over.

Maybe this could be a plan for another time, but for now, this is what I want to do if I was guaranteed that I would not fail.

(Short note: Apologies for the short post, it’s almost 1100pm here and I have classes tomorrow. Will post a longer one next time!)

Daily Prompt: Time Capsule

I’ve always wondered what I would put into a time capsule should I be presented with the opportunity. What can I put in that would make the future generations understand what I’m living in right now? I’ve never been presented with the opportunity to actually contribute to a time capsule. I’ve seen it on television, I’ve read about it in the papers, I’ve heard people talking about it… My school had a time capsule made after I graduated. You don’t know how annoyed I am at that fact until today.

Recently, someone in my country discovered a tunnel with a crate full of belongings. It was filled to the brim with all sorts of knick knacks such as old newspaper clippings, old photographs, vinyl records, etc. You can read about it here. Some find it creepy, which I don’t understand why. I find it highly fascinating, I mean who wouldn’t want to stumble upon a cache of old items? Maybe those who do not have a shred of curiosity in their bones. I wish I was part of a time capsule ceremony, if I was I do have a list of items I would like to put into it that would make the future understand our time.

  • iPhone models from 1 to 6
  • The dress photo that almost broke the Internet
  • Emma Watson’s speech regarding women’s rights
  • Kim Kardashian’s photo of her balancing a glass on her butt
  • A selfie stick

I have the answer to why I would like to include all these useless items into the time capsule. I want future generations to know that this generation was so obsessed in the latest tech products that they would queue forever just to get one, that we were more obsessed about Kim Kardashian and the “dress photo” than we were interested about the on going wars that were happening in Syria and Palestine, that we were so obsessed with taking our own photos that we had to get a stick made just for that and that 2014/15 was the year where feminists took centre stage. The future generations need to know how we were so self obsessed and also obsessed with the wrong things that we were forgetting about the suffering of others.

That is what I would put into the time capsule, along with a letter explaining everything.

Daily Prompt: Just A Dream…

Nightmares are second to none whenever I’m in a stressful period of my life. Every time I over think, I get haunted by nightmares when I lay my head on my pillow for the night. It ranges from losing someone dear to me, to failing all my classes or maybe dying in the most horrific way possible. Sometimes, no matter how much you pray for your demons to leave you alone for the night, they always find a way to sneak into your subconscious when you are the most vulnerable.

I had a nightmare one night.

I dreamt that I was running down, what seemed like a never ending hallway. The hallway stretched on and on and on as if its sole purpose was to make me feel hopeless in ever getting out. At the end of the hallway I see 3 bright lights but I can never seem to get to them. That dream will always come to a point where I would trip and fall and a dark shadow would loom over me from the back in which I would wake up violently thrashing about with my body drenched in sweat. These dreams feel real to me. That particular night, I managed to reach the end of the hallway and was faced with three different doors. There was a cloaked figure waiting for me when I reached the end. A soft, childlike voice emanated from the cloaked figure,

“You have to choose a door, but choose wisely for it is something that you would have to live with for the rest of your life.”

The cloaked figure would tell me no more and simply vanished into thin air, leaving me alone and gasping for air in front of the three doors. The walls behind me began to close in on me with such urgency. I panicked, thinking that I had all the time in the world to choose between the three. I could feel the space closing in on me as my mind began to race and tried to come to a decision.

“What if the middle door led me to home? I mean, the middle door is always the most obvious choice isn’t it? But what if it’s the door to the left?” I talked loudly to myself over the grinding gears of the wall closing in on me.

I decided to take a chance and pulled the middle door open, deciding to believe in my theory. A bright light blinded me for a moment as I stepped through the doorway. As the light slowly faded and my eyes adjusted, I could see in front of me, my home. But there was something wrong with the picture here. My home was burnt to the ground, my family nowhere to be seen. I slowly looked around. I was standing in the middle of an apocalyptic wasteland. I spotted a pile of bodies and walked towards it. I let out a scream as I realized that they were my family members, their glassy eyes staring up into the grey sky, never to see again. The same childlike voice I heard earlier whispered in my ear,

“You should have chosen the door on the left. You would have been back home safely with your family, alive.” and let out a screeching laugh which made my hair stand.

I then woke up, violently thrashing about and drenched in sweat. I’m safe in my bed, it was just a nightmare. But the image of my family would never be wiped out from my memory. Ever. But it was just a dream.

Why am I here?

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Who am I? That’s not really a simple question. I can answer it with a short story or I can answer it with a long story. To make it easier, let’s start off with my name. My name is Nabilah and I’m a 23 year old undergraduate. I live in the tiniest country that nobody can find it on the map and it’s called Singapore. Reading, writing and decorating are a few examples of what I like to do.

Talking about myself is definitely NOT my forte but I can tell you that I laugh at the slightest thing. I tend to find amusement at everything in life but I am serious when need be. I blog for my own fun, to record my daily happenings and to be able to read back on my life. Looking forward to my next topic tomorrow!