The Last Day At School: A Victorious Defeat

Now that I am no longer in the university, I miss the university so much. The academic environment is one of those rare spaces in which I feel free and empowered. For as long as I can remember, I have always liked going to school and being in a classroom.

I am not one of the brightest students in all the classes I have attended in the past. In fact, I do not really consider myself to be bright or intelligent at all. Learning for me is a struggle. I have had no idea of what I was doing most of the time. Nonetheless, I enjoyed studying and learning.

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No Smoking: Not Today

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Last 28th of September this year, I posted a blog entry entitled: Launch(ed) A New Life Regime: A Life Free From Cigarettes. It was a response to the daily prompt challenge in the blogging community ( in which many WordPress bloggers around the globe, including myself, enthusiastically take part. The word prompt that day was ‘Launch’, which has propelled me to blog about the huge change that has taken place in my life recently, namely, stop smoking.

In that particular blog entry, I have also made a commitment to write about smoking and the pursuit to liberate myself from it. I have promised that ‘not smoking’, like many other subjects, will be a recurring theme here in this blog called the Much To Tell About Nothing. It will be a theme that will hopefully state to permeate in this space like a Patina  on a surface that continue to grow over time.

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Serene: When The Child From Within Can Play


Serenity, that profound sense of peace and tranquility from within our souls, has nothing to do with the place we physically find ourselves. Instead, it is a state of mind we can conjure regardless of where we are or what we do. We could be sitting under that familiar tree close to where we live or we could be mobile doing something we incredibly love such as running through parks after parks. In both scenarios, we can certainly be Serene. We are most serene when we allow that inner carefree child to come to the fore and play from time to time.

Dense: The Tree I See When Sitting behind the Desk 

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It is quite unfortunate that I do not name the name of this tree in front of my window when I admire its beauty so much. This tree is never static. It constantly changes its appearance throughout the year as if it is following a strict protocol. Today, it stems are thick with white small flowers. Soon, the flowers will be all blown by the wind and will be replaced green leaves. It will be dense in leaves as it is dense in flowers today. The photograph below is a photograph of the same tree taken very recently, 30 days ago to be exact. Look how it changed and transformed in just a short period of time.

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A Good Match: Pen and Paper

This week, share a photo of things that complement each other.

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What can be more traditional and mundane of a combination than a paper and pen. Among many other things, they have formidable partnership in expressing ourselves or just merely organizing our thoughts. What fascinates me is that while the digital age has made the typewriter archaic and obsolete, pens and papers are still important tools even now that our lives are becoming more and more governed by technology. Pen and paper makes conceptual ideas more tangible and more concrete. They can also make words more permanent.

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Hideout: The Desk

desk1Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

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The word hideout has indeed made me thinking. I could not provide a readymade and quick response. What first comes into mind when I have encountered the word hideout? What are the feelings it provokes? Do I have a hideout? If so, where is it? How do I go there? What do I do in the hide? Is it a physical place? Say in the city? Outside the city? A park? A church? Library perhaps? Or is it more a transcendental space not bounded by the physical place? Say the hideout is a place where you are with your friends? Or a space where you write like I do now?

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Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

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Let me mark the first day of this blog entitled ‘Much To Tell About Nothing’ by participating in today’s Daily Prompt. The daily prompt word is ‘Yellow’ at the day this blog has been launched online. For me personally, responding to the  Daily Post‘s daily prompt means writing without any preconceived plan. When the participants become aware of the daily prompt word/instruction in a particular day, they must begin writing immediately. In other words, the bloggers themselves do not know where the writing will eventually bring them. In most cases, we do not write what we have discovered, but we discover new things when we write.

The colour yellow means many different things for various cultures both in the present and in the past. In most cultures, the bright golden yellow is associated with the sun. The sun and by implication the colour it radiates symbolizes strength and power. There were even civilizations in the past, such as the ancient Egypt amongst many others, who have worshiped the sun as monotheistic god. The sun has been a symbol of potent power that Louis XIV refers to him as the le Roi-Soleil or the Sun King. The colour yellow is ubiquitous in all of his emblem. In ancient China, yellow is an imperial colour. If memory serves me well, I have heard that in those time, only the emperor was allowed to wear an imperial yellow.

Today, yellow means many different things. In the West, yellow is ascribed to gender neutrality. When a baby boy is expected, he is being welcomed with colour blue. On the other hand, when baby girls are expected, we welcome them with colour pink. In that sense, yellow is associated with welcomed uncertainty and the thrill to be surprised. In a modern society today in which we are gaining more and more control of our lives and our future, relinquishing the control to know the sex of the baby can be a very challenging prospect. Therefore, yellow can also be associated with the strength to go against the impulse to have control over everything.

Yellow is in between of two absolute things or the not entirely. For example in the traffic lights. The yellow in traffic light is way of announcing the red light. Yellow is an announcement that the command to stop is about to take place, so that the motorist could prepare themselves. It is a threshold between the stop and the go. It is not entirely stop, but it is absolutely not a go. The yellow is a space in between, the not here and the not there.

Then, there is the cakra from Hindu spiritual traditions I find fascinating. They say yellow symbolizes the Manipura Chakra also known as the Solar Plexus Chakra which I do not fully understand, which is not a problem because I have already accepted that I could not possibly understand everything there is to understand. This chakra is located in our navel and responsible for will power and the source of our power drive. The navel is yellow. Once in our lives, we have shared one chord with our mother connected to our navel. Is it far-fetched to also associate yellow with the unbreakable bond that the mother and her child share?

In Christianity, or at least in Christian festivities, yellow is ascribed to the Easter. Easter is colour yellow which symbolizes resurrection and new life. It marks the end of the fasting and the Holy Week.

Yellow is a very imposing and yet so mysterious of a colour.