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The mild scent of Pride detergent on freshly laundered linen will forever remain my favorite smell. Brings back memories of Sunday mornings, of me waking me up to the humming of Mama’s washing machine and the crackling sound of stir-fried rice.

No one ever runs after a bus they are already on.

It is not always wise to follow friends’ advice or even your own gut (on days it decides to be a little bit more adventurous or spontaneous) when it comes to matters of the heart. Stick to what has always kept you safe and unhurt. If you break away from your comfort zone, the risk of falling flat on your face is always greater than the chance of finding bliss. The optimist in you might cry out that it’s worth every heavy sigh, every dragging footstep in that late-night walk home, every puffy eye the morning after.

Sometimes, I think it is. Most times, I don’t.