Synchronized Hearts

Whoever said life is not a bed of roses must have studied it critically from a broader view and successfully captured the raw factuality in a few words. Life is a chemistry set. Reactions waiting to be discovered, full of experiments and surprises. The mind must take what it is given and make best of it, never losing hope that more beauty will come.For an organized and consciously meticulous person, I have had my whole life planned out. Graduate at the age of twenty, work and become a millionaire by twenty-three, get married by twenty-five. Have two kids by thirty and tour the whole world with my family. A perfect and organized plan indeed. But not until life decided to strike me with its own trials and tribulations, shatter my extremely thought out plan, leaving me in a puddle of a mess as I try to pick up my pieces.Not in my twenty-three years of existence did I imagine that within the span of eight months, I would have swept the entire streets

I was in a bank six years ago trying to create a student account since I was newly admitted. I still remember the horrible feeling of realizing that it wasn't a joke, movie scene, or my imagination. It was real, all if it was real and it was actually happening.Five men with guns inside hollered, "don't move or we will blow your mother-fucking brains off!" I remembered feeling panicked, helpless and tensed. I have never felt so helpless like that in my entire life. It felt like time stopped while everything was going on, my hearts hammered furiously in my ribcage as it looked for where to run for safety and dump my body. I felt totally terrified and helpless.Sitting with my boyfriend beside me in a family dinner with mom and my brother awoke that buried feelings. It brought back the petrified feelings in an intensive wave. My boyfriend tangled his hands with mine under the table and I rubbed his palms soothingly and reassuringly. 

I once had the urge to use the toilet urgently but was stuck in the traffic jam for hours. I had to swallow my pride and distort in a nearby bush to relieve myself. It was one of the terrible moments of my life I will never forget.The inability to find something around the house when it's always in the same place irritates the hell out of me. I spent three hours pulling my hair out of frustration while searching for my phone all over the room. All it took was a phone call-- a phone call to realize it was in my pocket all along. I have never felt more stupid after that.The engine of my car sputtered to life after thirty minutes of patience, persistence and hard work while I ran late for my interview. The car hissed out a horrible sound like that of an old man dying. Dripping black oil stained my fingers, ear-splitting bangs shook me about like biscuits in a tin. With a loud fart, a cloud of smoke blasted out from the exhaust pipe and everything wen

When I was in senior secondary school, I remember learning about idiomatic expressions. I used to wonder what kind of dumb phrase was, to wish the ground will open up and swallow you.First, how the hell was it possible for the ground to suddenly split up like an earthquake and swallow a person? How logical and realistic could that be?I didn't quite agree with the phrase, but anyway, for the sake of coming out in flying colours in my exams, I accepted the definition, hook, line, and sinker. I remember my teacher used to say it meant one wish to escape or some instant relief from being mortified or extremely embarrassed. It was today I realized that what an adult can see while sitting, a youth will never see it even if it is right under their nose, or even if they are at the top of an aeroplane.All of a sudden, I craved for the ground to open up and swallow me. All I wanted was to curl up into a ball

I was once an underage high school student and was at the strip club. Okay calm down geniuses, it was one of those moments of my life when I wanted to do crazy things like jump in the middle of an ocean next to a shark and tick them off my bucket list. Yes, I had a bucket list back then which had crazy contents I wanted to explore. I am yet to plot a new one because I have been so busy.So, I felt and thought I was never going to be caught, so I might as well give it a trial. I mean what is the worst thing that could ever happen?But on the contrary, I later got caught by my Christain religious studies teacher who was holier than thou in my school. She happened to be performing on the stage. It was embarrassing and crazy to think of. It was one of the moments that got stuck in my ever-green memory. It was a horrible experience but I can only hope and pray that today doesn't get even more horrible for me.The t