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"Mulberry Elkington"

"Loewe Amazona Satchel Messenger"

Pretty torn between the two. Both absolutely stunning. Dilemma.

Humans.

Jellyfishes are 99% water. Humans are 70% water. There is something astoundingly similar between Man and Jellyfish. Jellyfishes are beautiful, elegant and graceful. Their bioluminescent displays are like one thousand fireflies pumping through their bodies; pulsating, glowing. Every movement is swift as it cuts through the water, yet at the same time, every movement is gentle. They are like miniature diving bells. Like humans, we are beautiful beings. Look at the very engineering in front of you. It is amazing how were are the only animals able to build civilisations. Humans have constructed and yet deconstructed. We build and tear down. Like the ebbing tides, humans have their rise and falls. Like the pulsating glow of Jellyfishes, like the sudden contracts of a Jellyfish's bell.

Some jellyfishes travel in schools. Millions migrating at the same time to warmer watters in search of plankton rich waters. They move in unison but in perfect silence. The travel as a mass but are then again essentially alone for they interact little. It is like a person being in a sea of people but still feel lonely. We gain strength from not those around us but from ourselves. We are intrinsically introverted beings. When there is no one around, we do not speak to ourselves. We think. We do not vocalise much.

As beautiful as it maybe, Jellyfishes are a paradox. They carry stinging cells and some of which can kill 10 cows. They are so dangerous, we have named some, the Portugese-man-of-war. The beauty and the unison are all facades. They are really made to be alone and to conceal dark truths.

Humans have long added layers to themselves. We have facades. We are not what we truly are. Instead, we are what people deem agreeable in a society. Why do we hide ourselves? Why is it that the very people who set boundaries hide themselves too? The Greeks set aside rules and codes in their society to ensure stability, however, at the same time, the very people who created the rules are the very ones who will commit to those vices. We fear from decadence and so we draw up rules.

What am I saying? I have no idea.

Mothers.

A Mother never cease to protect, provide and love. As much as it pains a Mother to carry a child in a womb, as much as she is drained of her nutrients, she would love the child even before the child was born. After the child is born, she continues to feed the child and nurture him. The umbilical cord is never really broken. As a lamb be protected by his Mother, as a lioness protects her cub, so do humans protect their young. There is this intrinsic bond between children and Mothers. From conception, the Mother nurtures and grows the embryo. The blood of his Mother flows through his very veins. Yet, what is it that we see today. We find it increasingly difficult to reciprocate this love.

Love is a very strange topic. It can get people really uncomfortable. One knows that love is unconditional and unwavering. Yet, why do we feel so difficult to love at times. We know that Mothers love, but sometimes we don't do the same. We feel it but then again, we superficial don't. It is a paradox.

Short stories: Shifting Sands.

Across the arid planes of the Middle East lives very extraordinary people who live off extremely scarce amounts of water. Part of the Silk Road as it is, the nomadic Bedouins primarily depend on livestock, some form of agriculture and trade to keep afloat.

Now the Bedouins have very strict codes of conduct. After all, living in a location where easily extracted resources are scarce (Yes, that means we are not looking at OIL), these codes were necessary to maintain a form of social order. A way to ensure brothers fight not for food, cousins learn not to steal. Hierarchy of utmost importance. Tribes learnt to cohabit and live. The Hareeb in Yemen, the Beni Sakr in Jordan.

In one particular Yemenis tribe, the Sheik (chief) decided that enough was enough. Let there be no fighting amongst the people for common goods. A form of equal distribution must be obtained. Shall it be based on merit? Will it be a pool of resources in which everyone has a stake in? Should it be based on bloodlines? It was a difficult decision.

Troubled by this, he sat on a rock to ponder over the different ways of governing his people.

Now, the Sheik had a very prepossessing daughter. A charming creature. If there be a way to describe, then her beauty was akin to the egrets that greeted the evening skies. Under the cover of the Burqa, her skin like porcelain. Those of the Chinese variety the Bedouins received as merchants travelled the Silk Road. Her hair, a dark black like the obsidian of the African volcanoes. Like cowries from the shores of Yemen, her eyes were deep and dark as if the heavens have met Earth.

Looking at her father, the daughter felt unnerved and unhappy. She did not like seeing her father forced to make unfair decisions. She then decided that the rich will pay a greater price for goods and the money be used to help the poor obtain the goods. The poor will then give back by throwing feasts on the second Friday of each month.

Oh how her people rejoiced at her wisdom. They adored her...

Gerberas.

It's a yes. Red gerberas are the bomb!

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Inexplicable. Surreal. Wishing it'll last. Promises.

Stuck.

I feel like life has been so stagnated, so invariable, so very routine-like. School, home. Study, walk around. There seems to be so much more that I should be doing with life. Yet, what is sad is that I don't seem to going out there to make things happen. I don't want my JC life to lapse into a routine. I hope to achieve something more, something greater. Confidence is one major issue here. On top of that, the very scarce amount to time which I can work with and the constant need for prioritisation are even greater hurdles. I really am going to have to do something for myself and step out of this web. As Lady Gaga sings in poker face, "I'm marvelous". Well, it is really something I need to feel right now. Some esteem to keep things going.