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  Four years ago, I used to be a fixer. I got myself into a one-sided relationship and ended up with a guy who needed to be fixed. I never gave myself a chance to sit back and question my motives. Instead of asking why I constantly felt obligated to pick up someone else’s broken pieces, I ran to pick them up without a second thought. Being selfless made me think that coming second didn’t matter because I was putting someone else’s worthiness first. And in the end, rank doesn’t matter, right? I realized that the reason I was caught up in this relationship with this guy was because I believed I could save him. As a selfless, thoughtful, and giving person, I thought that I would be “the one”— the one who will change him. I thought that I could turn a cheater into a loyal boyfriend. I thought that I was able to help him walk away from vices. I believed I could help him get over his commitment issues and aim for a stable future with us. I trusted that I would be able to get rid of...

  Flashbacks in the middle of the night while I’m trying to sleep. It’s 3am, why can’t I sleep? And why am I crying? Every now and then I’ll wake up with an image of my dead friend who had passed 3 years ago. It started in late October 2017, the year that she died. In just one day, so many things had happened. Firstly, it was the first day of Deepavali and she is an Indian. Secondly, I received this news while I was studying for SPM. Thirdly, I couldn’t see her one last time because she was in Australia. While everyone was giving her a memorial post on social media, I did nothing because she can’t rise up from the dead to read those posts and I’d rather keep it to myself. Gosh, even people she doesn’t talk to posted on her page, are they doing this for clout or out of sincerity?  I’m not a heartless person. I may not have done anything on social media, but I cried silently. She was more than just a family friend. She was my best friend and a sister to me.  Who can...

My First Year in College :) How my first year in college has been pretty enjoyable...at least up until now! So you're probably reading the title and going, " Bryan, you can't be serious right? " Well, unfortunately...I'm sorry to say that I actually am. Yes, I know it's only my third semester and everything's basically been done online since March 18th but who cares? It's technically still considered college, so that's a first. Secondly, it's not as "online" as it might initially sound. Let's rewind to Orientation Day back in early March this year. Oh god, what an awful day that was. It was, quite possibly, one of the most boring couples of hours in my entire life. Without a doubt right up there with some of the event rehearsals, I'd done in secondary school. I mean, I couldn't even sit still throughout the whole thing, and the food and the campus tour just piled on more misery, to be honest. I said to myself that if thi...