H&S Dialogues: Heart Sleeves and Mazes

Heart Sleeves and Mazes


Not many can see…

He wears hearts on his sleeve

Never his own, ever another’s

Knit tight like a sweater

With veins knotted like yarn

Blood colouring the hugging mess

A maroon tide across his arms

Beating like a dead orchestra

Down his fingers the vena cava empty

Arteries pooling out into infinity

Clotted sludge smeared across his knuckles

The tired hearts hiding scars on muscles

A collective decoration of gore

To which my own will be one more…


The layers pile on, an onion unpeeled

My knife won’t cut deep…enough

She’s adamant and confused, like a maze

I can’t see straight; unruly and tough

To try is to fail; I’m sick

of these games, fire and flame

All burn out at the wick

So I’ll put it out myself, before

A trap is laid out and set

so I fall for her more.

He & She:

I tried.

It’s not meant to be.

Sever and snip (never stitch)

Now I’m finally free.

H&S Dialogues: Melted and Melting

Melted and Melting


Late nights at the pub

Of beer and ale, you smell

But I don’t care nor mind because

You wear it oh so well

Got your own stamp

Sealed with a kiss

To my cheek, without it

I would feel quite remiss

Like a postcard going nowhere

Or a song left unheard

Screaming out to be sent or played

To release every single word


No music playing when we first met

You complain we’ve got no song

Of our own, so I wrote a score

For both of us to dance along

In the middle of the night

Snow trickling down outside

Clung, freezing, swaying

This lasts, I lied.

He & She:

 But I did not know

Like snowflakes hitting the ground

Split and scatter, fine and fickle

We too would be crushed underfoot

With only the icicles to be left weeping

For you have long ago melted

And I am still slowly melting.



The cream-coloured sky hung like suspended milk above their heads, dappled with clouds of lilac and tainted hope. Cerulean leaves blew past them in a hurry to go nowhere just as the rose tide rolled in, curling and lapping at the maroon-tinged sand. The chill played hide and seek between their ribs, tickling emerald bones while the spectrum continued its deception.

Yes, the shades had shifted. The colours collided. But any inkling of dye dripping into a picture is better than black, white and grey.

After all, monochrome is no way to live a life.

What A Semester of Developmental Psychology Can Do For You

When I started my second year of college this year, I knew I’d be studying developmental psychology but what I didn’t know was how a whole semester with the subject would be like a lifetime. Just imagine…learning about an entire life span in four or so months!

Though it isn’t my favourite, developmental psychology was certainly interesting in the beginning. Learning about prenatal development was more biological than psychological but the most interesting part of the subject. It also lends to a a great appreciation and wonder about pregnancy and our mothers who spend nine months taking better care of themselves than they ever will in their entire lives.

Caring for a child certainly sounds like a task even if you are reading about it in a psychology textbook, especially when it comes to teaching language skills and reading. If you thought it was all about reading a book aloud, it’s not that simple. Children who develop better language skills, be it in reading, writing or conversation compared to other children has been attributed to how parents can meet the child’s level of understanding and present appropriate challenges to engage them with. Also, children who have developed pre-reading skills before entering kindergarten become better readers. So I really appreciate my mom and dad in this case for having taught me phonetics at an early age and thus encouraging me to read early as well. To this day, that passion for reading and anything linguistic has carried through. Just imagine how parental influences in these crucial years can mold you into the person you become ten or twenty years down the line. It’s fascinating.

The picture below shows twelve pictures of the same baby with his favourite stuffed animal, each one month apart. You can literally see the growth of a newborn across the span of a year. It’s remarkable just how quickly a child develops, the fastest growth in terms of physical and psycho-motor development throughout the life span, in fact.


While the first half of the subject is extremely interesting, I find that it wanes in that aspect when it reaches middle to late adulthood, finally discussing death itself, coming full circle in a matter of 700 or so pages. A sort of dread for getting old mars the study of retirement, old age accommodations and concepts like empty nest and bereavement. So I would have to say it starts off with a bang but ultimately fizzles out towards the end, just as humans do in life.

More Corner Bookmarks!

Last week or so I made a couple of very basic corner bookmarks and since then I’ve made a few more and they’re much better.

Here are a couple of minions…


and here is a cat I imaginatively named Fluffy…


If you want to know how to make corner bookmarks, I put up the instructions in an earlier post. Enjoy!


Penguin Nails

So I’ve gotten better are the finer detailing for more complicated nail art designs than the stripes I used to when I first started out. This week I did penguin nails ( which sort of reminds me of Pingu, the cartoon penguin haha).

pingu nails

p.s Little trick I found when I was doing my friends nails was that a used pen works better for the finer details than a thin brush. So if you’re like me and you don’t have nail art designing tools and what not then the old pen should work just fine. Just dip the nib in the nail polish and use it! Make sure it’s completely out of ink though!


Magic Never Dies

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The Times said “J.K Rowling has woken up a whole generation to reading.” And this could not be any more true.

I find it difficult to imagine a childhood, any childhood for that matter, without this series. They would be replete and demotivated if a travesty like Harry Potter deprivation were to occur. Although the Harry Potter books were not among my initial reads as a child, they reassured me that reading is a habit that will pay in full…especially if you land on the right series. Because it is a gold mine sitting at the end of the rainbow, just waiting to be discovered.

There is more magic to the Harry Potter series than you would assume on reading it (although with Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and Quidditch, it may be difficult to imagine). There is something magical in itself how words can create worlds. How we grow with fictional characters, maturing and developing a special bond merging fantasy and reality.It’s amazing how magic can be found in pages and I am grateful to have been on the journey with Harry, Ron and Hermione along with countless other characters, like many others of my generation.

Years into the future, maybe if I’ve got little tykes running around the house, gasping for breath, in need of a break from their shenanigans, I hope they stumble into my library ( because I’m hoping that I’ll have a mansion with a room for just my books). I hope they’ll find one of my old copies of Harry Potter and they’ll spend some time reading them…

and reading them…

and reading them.

I hope they will grow up with these characters as I did (but if they’re not inclined to reading on their own, I may intervene and read to them before going to bed to ensure their dreams would be filled with pumpkin pasties and Hogsmeade trips, leaving the basilisk and Lord Voldemort to take a slot in their nightmares).

I am now re-reading the series almost ten years from when I picked up the very first book and there’s something ineffable about the experience of reading the same text as both a child and adult. One thing I have learned is that time passes but…magic never dies.


In college we did a quick-write in class today, writing for several minutes based on a word prompt i.e the word blink.

So here’s the unpolished quick-write:

Blink. It takes a second to be elsewhere, anywhere and everywhere, all at once, yet nowhere soon enough. The mind works in ways we cannot fathom, though we certainly try to understand. I close my eyes and see galaxies I’ll never know, speckled with stars like a semi-chaotic  splatter of an almighty paintbrush. Then I blink and see another scene before my eyes, that of a living room in disarray beyond the island that is my couch with socks scattered on the floor and pencils skittered between them, perhaps my unconscious homage to those galaxies represented on my floor. Indeed, there lie connections between reality and imagination. Just blink and you shall see them.

Album Review- FOUR by One Direction

FOUR is the aptly named fourth studio album released by One Direction, clearly drawing from music of the 80’s to give it an older sound. In terms of cohesiveness and maturity, it is better but still has room for improvement which can hopefully be seen in their next album. The gradual change in their sound from bubblegum pop has been beneficial to the X Factor alumni, possibly showing  the different direction the band could go in the future. Zayn Malik and Liam Payne are still the powerhouse singers of the group while Harry Styles’ voice seems to be in its comfort zone with this album. Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson who’ve previously been, for the most part, background vocalists with snippets of stanzas to sing have improved remarkably.

The first single off of the album, Steal My Girl, actually happens to be the least appealing track on the album with its ABBA inspired sound unfortunately draped under a thick veil of auto tune. Night Changes has been announced as the second single, a better choice compared to the previous one considering how it’s a well-harmonized ballad that truly showcases how strong the vocals of the group are.

Fireproof was the first song One Direction granted the public as a free download and upon hearing it, I was pleased to see the difference in their previous songs, with its laid back and relaxing vibe. Ready to Run employs the same chord progression as Story of My Life, sounding like a perfect song for an animated Disney movie ( I mean this in a nice way). Somehow it reminds me of Tarzan, when he and Jane are swinging around exploring the jungle, but that’s just me.

No Control is the group’s most lyrically provocative, singing about ‘loaded guns’ and what not but sadly it’s a sugary-rock coating to a song dripping with sexual innuendos. The highlight is hearing Tomlinson vocally drive the song.

Among the slow songs are Fool’s Gold and Spaces, where Horan shines. FOUR features another song from Ed Sheeran. The Brit singer penning a song for One Direction has proven to be a fool-proof combination as was proved by Moments, Little Things and Over Again. This time the song is called 18, surpassing the other songs to be one of the best on the album.

On the antipodal end, the catchy, upbeat tunes are Girl Almighty, Clouds, Stockholm Syndrome and Where Do Broken Hearts Go, the latter two being written by Styles which is commendable. Stockholm Syndrome is according to him “about a nympho” and the actual syndrome itself i.e developing an emotional connection to your captor or kidnapper. It’s as dark as they’ve ever gone albeit only the surface. Where Do Broken Hearts Go isn’t the sappy ballad it sounds like but has a rock tone to it. Girl Almighty, I feel, might be underrated when it comes to the whole but should not be underestimated. Finally, Clouds makes a nice end to the album, leaving on a positive note.

On the deluxe album, there are four bonus tracks called Illusion, Change Your Ticket, Once in a Lifetime and Act My Age. I have always found that the bonus songs are sometimes better than the tracks that made it onto the actual album when it comes to One Direction and FOUR once again proves me right in this line of thinking. Once in a Lifetime and Illusion may be a bit sappy but are still good songs. However, they pale in comparison to the rather bombastic Act My Age which sounds like a cocktail of Irish folk rock and a pirate theme song that you could sing along in a pub in an intoxicated state. Change Your Ticket is one of my favourite tracks and I firmly believe it should have taken Steal My Girl’s place on the album, especially because of its resemblance to The 1975’s sound (particularly the guitar).

Overall, I feel that this album is miles ahead of the previous ones and is one step further in One Direction bright career ahead.

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