MPV.....my point of view!

There’s something about a new year that often get people excited and often it’s the idea of a fresh start. If life was a diary or memoir then on the first day of January of the new year the entry would be, ’Page one of the book of 2017, dear diary…,” with the hope that by page 365 or 366 in a leap year, the story will have a happily ever after or at least, “In the year 2017 I have met most of my goals despite…but…happened to me, so I’m grateful for…” Well, for me 2017 feels like I have turned back the hands of time to a year which I ended up regretting and experienced events that changed my life and perceptions of life. For those who are diligent with their calendars and maybe are obsessive about the Gregorian timeline as well as solar and lunar activities would have realised that 2017 is similar to the year 2012. January 1 2012 commenced on a Sunday and January 1 2017 also began on a Sunday, so for those who have unused diaries from 2012, you might as well use those just don’t forg

Bienvenue à la nouvelle année! To all those who survived the month of January, its infamous ‘disease’, and all that comes with a New Year, I salute you all as you fought bravely and now we begin the month of February, which is a new month, meaning new beginnings. So there’s a common saying that goes, ’How you start is how you finish’ and to add onto that statement, the pastor at the church that I attend often says, ‘How you leave is how you enter’, so pertaining to the year 2017, what’s the forecast? Well, for those who managed to utilise the unlimited Wi-Fi data provided by Zol during their holiday promotion or just use regular mobile data (well, after the slight ‘disruption’ due to data increases), managed to keep their fingers on the pulse of the streets of the World Wide Web, and they definitely can map out 2017’s direction. Actually the month of January made me realise that the acronym ‘IRL’ (in real life) should probably cease to exist in the urban dictionary because when you t

She’s on her bed busy on her phone while I’m sitting on a rug on the floor whilst working on my laptop, she then says something to me but I don’t reply because my assumption is that she is talking to her Snapchat followers. All of the sudden she roars and starts complaining that I never listen to her when she’s talking to me. I have come to a place where I can’t even represent myself in my defense in the court case about socially appropriate behavior with my younger sister. A slave to this gadget called a cellphone and this one in particular moves in selfishness as it boastfully shouts ‘I’ for all to know and see; my sibling is far from living in the urban dictionary abbreviated ‘IRL’ meaning in real life. To her reality and conversations are held in the power of a gadget rather than searching for depth and meaningfulness tête à tête. I guess this condition that my sister has been predisposed to, comes with the era that we live in, where colleagues and I have previously defined; s