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Chemistry: Z

I wrote this a little over a year ago.


I love my friends to the moon and back. And last year, they both gave me a hard time because they were poles apart. They were a representation of two side. X and Y.

But this summer brought about a compound element between the two. And to this date I can’t determine which factor allowed to them cohabit without friction. I don’t know what changed. Maybe they finally saw what I’ve seen years ago, that they are both stark-raving-bonkers. Or maybe they realized that they share the same degree of madness.

Or that we are all in the same plateau in life.

Because really, we are all just trying to make sense out of everything. And it’s hard when you think about how alone you are in the struggle. Dubai is possessed by sheer sense of temporality. And that’s a hard burden to bear for kids. So in theory, I think the common denominator here is the underlying circumstance of being young and find one’s place in it.

But maybe there’s no real science behind it, and it all boils down to chemistry. Fumes and strong liquids. All I know, is and X and Y are in the same group now and I label them my best friends. I just wish I could’ve stuck around longer to see their reactions.

I miss them.

I miss chemistry.


SOTM: Sure Thing by Miguel

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A kid is an epitome of humanity.

It’s true. Kids are raw, blunt and unrestricted. They are not bound by responsibility but they require much care. Their sheer honesty is brutal and their thoughts unfiltered.They can hurt you severely, but they can love you completely.

They contain both good and bad. They go up and down. They never walk, they always run. Never sit still, but always buzzing around. They cry when they’re hurt and laugh so loud, they run out air.

The sense to make sense is nonsensical to a little one, but what really makes sense is nonsense. Because nonsense is really not complicated. And they like it.

People grow up. But to say we’re not like kids is childish.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Penelope Judd by Shai Linne feat. Epiphany Kidz

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Young Love

I’m a hopeless veterinarian..

There is no remedy for the youthful tomfoolery that is ‘Puppy Love‘.

The seemingly innocent relationships that kids have over there fond understanding of what is love. And yes, I’m talking about 12-16 year olds desperately voyaging to the raging realm of romance without a lick of knowing what’s out there.

Adults have been breaking there heads over such matters of the heart. And to no avail, hearts still broken. I don’t mean to be over-cliche. Not to mention, cheesy. But this is the young dilemma.

The human life cycle is flawed: Kids act like adults and adults act like children.

Or perhaps there is no understanding what real love is..

But to kids in pursuit of heart struggles. Don’t. Stay as a child. Play with your video games. Make friends, not enemies; smile for now and cry later. Learn to walk on your own before you hold someone by the hand. Take your time on growing up. Because the world is in a hurry, but you can afford to take it slow.

Don’t take to heart what you hear from pathetic poppy songs and their misguided lyrics. Such experiences can’t possibly be digested with such naive perception. Even if they try, the meaning of it is distorted.

I can preach like bishop about you’re to young and reckless.  Don’t play games with fire.

And burn your tiny hands.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: While You’re Out There Looking For Sugar by Joss Stone

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Pretty Little Liar

Sometimes we learn what we’re not taught.

That’s the thought that would underline the gist of my talk tonight. Where in the world do kids learn how to lie deliberately? No mum in the right mind would ever mistake to teach her kids things immoral.

My little nephew about  the age of 6, came to my room in dire need of help with his homework. I say ‘dire’ because he was itching to kill countless minutes of his precious childhood playing Dragonvale. (Admittedly, I squander valuable time in that game too. :p) I told him to get started while I went about my business for some time. Upon getting back, he sprung up with his hands ready to nab the iPad; he claimed to have finished reading his book and obliged me to sign the paper as formality. I was in no doubt. Until..

Me: What’s the title of the book again? I need to write it on the paper.

Nephew: It’s there! *points at the book*

Me: I know it’s there, what’s the title? ( gets strongly suspicious)

Nephew: I forgot.

Me: *doubtful stare-down*

Nephew: Aaa–uu-nunu-tt…

Me: Aunt Jessie.

Nephew: *smiles cheekily*

Now whether he told his folks about it as I instructed him to, is not important. But the thing that baffles me the most is how in such fresh age of mind did he acquire the knowledge to lie. As much as I don’t want to brush off the topic of biological determinism for the sake of sociological irritation. It seems to me that our innate sinfulness is ripe right from the start of our existence.

I’m not going to front. I’ve mastered the art of deceit to a certain degree that I’m capable of smoothly winging through and around concrete truth. Everyone does. But it would be nonsensical for mature individuals to condone such practices. And we don’t usually pass our untruthful habits off. Children will find their access to dishonesty regardless. Now there could be countless sociological reasons as to why. But I’m going to leave it as such.

It’s just mental to witness the early roots of our disgrace evident  even in a childhood frame.

We’re born bad, but to be bad is a choice, and to be saved is grace.

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The ‘N’ Word

Kids say the darnest things..

It’s true though. Kids pick up things that we throw away unknowingly including filthy words that we spit out our mouths. It’s interesting how the level of receptiveness is at prime in the early stages and gradually deteriorates to rusty old machine.

Take for example the ‘N’ word. I have a bad habit of impersonating ghetto persona’s of thug-like black men for humorous purposes. don’t get me wrong I am particularly amiable with such likes of people. (Heck, I’m best friends with one) I just think it’s inappropriately funny to end my sentences with the ‘N’ word. No racial issues though.

My nephew is about a good age of 3 years old. He’s can be quite a talker. (Although he sounds gibberish with his words) So when I was playing with him I might have inadvertently used the ‘N’ word. Not knowing well enough, I shrugged it off thinking he’d never equip such word in his vocabulary. And I was never more wrong..

Nephew: Stop hitting me!

Playmate: *hits*

Nephew: I said knock it off!!

Playmate: Make me! *hits again*

Nephew: Cut it out, NEEEEEEEEEGGGAAAAAA! (with crisp intonation and prolonged pronunciation)


I didn’t get a major telling off from my aunt but I was put on the spot; downright embarrassed because he sounded like yours truly. And I didn’t know whether to flattered or appalled by such uncalled for reaction, really. It’s outright mental to contribute to a kid’s socialization process in such disrespectful manner. I’m ashamed.

It’s intriguing to see how quickly kids absorb the outward traits we portray in their presence. And also, how profound they use such knowledge early in their lives. So common moral of the story: don’t be thug-like, ever. Influence is a deadly thing, especially to tender earthlings who don’t know better.


PS- I think the excessive reading of ‘The Catcher In The Rye’ has me going down with a slight Holden Caulfield Syndrome. I can already see hints of it. Lol.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Heartbeat by Nneka

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