The Story Behind 140 Characters

A friend who does not use twitter asked me about what did I tweet the other day, and so I thought it would be interesting if I post up a few here. Of course, there are really emotional ones when I am down. Usually it has no explanation of what it means exactly. Some of you should know that writing is my only channel out. Hence, this is the story behind some of the 140 limited characters of tweets on my Twitter.


Still holding onto that glimpse of hope.

I don’t know if this makes sense. But when you treasure or have the heart for someone, you want to believe this person so much that you couldn’t bear to let go of the faith of yours.


In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.
– Isaac Asimov

Meaning when you feel trapped at your lowest point in life, life still goes on.


Frankly speaking, I won’t deny that I like the thrill of being chase by time.

That always happens one day before my assignment is due.


Be my motivation, will you?

Well, apparently not, yet.


Not easy, but doable.

Think I was referring to the struggle I am currently facing in school.


I wish I have that sort of courage.

A random friend of another friend added me on Facebook because she was interested in my friend (or maybe still is) and she wanted to know her ‘friends’ so she could get her friends to ‘tag team’ with her and get my friend. Well, I thought it was pretty dumb but her courage was admirable.


Feel there is a need to getaway.

Sometimes life can be pretty harsh on us, and you feel there’s a need to escape. Almost got a ticket to Hong Kong that day.


I need to be more disciplined.

When it comes to studies…


Not to exaggerate, but it’s like fireworks inside me.

That was the first time I walked a person home.


Some people, they just don’t (and won’t) understand.

So I don’t bother to talk or explain much.


I have so much to say, but none came out.

I am still, trying.


An Escape From Realism


It may be just like any other nights to others but not for me. I hope it feels different for you too. You asked if I want to sit around and talk for awhile and so we settled down on one of the gigantic stairs platform; the highest one. I like quiet times like this, just the two of us conversing. There is not a need for us to keep the conversation going on and on ’cause we are comfortable with the pace and I assumed that we are all right with keeping this silent for awhile.

Twelfth Night on a Monday

How do I even come out with this title? Looking at my left hand, I start to count them one by one, starting from my thumb, follow by the index finger, middle finger and so forth… One, two, three, four, five-‘Twelfth Night on a Monday’, I counted. Optimistically, I am one of the few that wouldn’t get affected by Mondays, there is no such thing as Monday blues. Certainly, I had a long day today. It was tough and I am sure many of your Mondays did not go easy on you either. Does that mean I had a Monday as long as twelfth night? No. It is as simple as I received a Twelfth Night on a Monday.

In life, we can only depend on our own and if you are lucky, you will find a handful of friends who sincerely cares about you, a few that you can really trust and rely on. There are no words to express how lucky I am to be able to find friends who care about me. Just that a few of them are studying aboard and working at other parts of the world. Like me, they are pursuing their personal legends, searching for a great perhaps.

It was a Monday, an exceptionally long day. I slept late the night before, went to work in the morning, rushed to school in the evening and only had my ‘dinner’ at 10pm. During ‘dinner’, I listened to my friend’s talk and got home feeling really dreadful. At home, a package was left on my table wrapped with a plastic airbag. Closing to the end of the plastic airbag, it stated ‘…Registered in England and Wales’, I was thrilled and right on the spot I knew who this was from. Inside the plastic airbag was an envelop that was wrapped with huge scotch tapes all over to protect the parcel. But it seemed like it was injured with plasters all over. It stated ‘To: Michelle Lim’ in pink and my address was in green with a childlike handwriting. Obviously this person is trying very hard to be cute (hahahahaha). Alright. Anyway, coincidentally, what you sent to me was similar to what I have sent to you. If we are having this conversation right now, I could imagine, this is the moment where we will laugh it off with our hands pointing back and forth at you and me, and say, this is the power of ‘boobie telepathy’.