Here are 10 things true leaders do:

1. They listen to their team members.

2. They coach employees rather than threatening them with a poor performance review or dismissal.

3. They trust their employees to do their jobs without close supervision.

4. They are open to and grateful for new ideas.

5. They encourage their teammates.

6. They bring important issues to senior leadership to be dealt with. They are not afraid to broach sticky or politically-sensitive topics — or maybe they are afraid, but they do it anyway.

7. They thank and acknowledge their team members.

8. They inspire people to do great things.

9. They hire people who are skilled in areas they’re not skilled in.

10. They lead through trust, rather than fear.

Taken from: Weak bosses

And a saying from the Spideman movie flutters into my thought bubble; 

With great power, comes great responsibility.

They told me I couldn’t.

They said it would be too heavy, that I wouldn’t be able to handle. They said I would fail to get it steady, and it’s true. I sure did fumble. 

They said it would be disastrous, for there was no auto on a bike. They said it was ridiculous! Whoever heard a young chinese girl ride.

They said it wasn’t normal. For I was such a girly girl. They said I couldn’t. And I simply wouldn’t. 


Nor would I live a life with a regret.

It wasn’t easy, I would have to admit. I failed twice on the actual test, yet I couldn’t swallow the defeat. And I’m pretty proud swallow I could not. Because my gorgeous sweet little thing here, is a tough battle I’ve fought.

And won.  

I still remember the day I met my friend’s bike and fell head over heels. It was angelic, white and sleek. His helmet matched perfectly, and I knew deep down. I wanted this to be on my bucket list.

I didn’t really love bikes, nor cars. In fact, machines bore me. I was like every other girl, dresses and heels made me squeal. My wardrobe had only 2 pair of jeans; one for lab because we had to cover our legs, the other given by a friend. But getting a riding license was something, interesting. 

However, I was hesitant. I was scared, to be honest. I didn’t know if I could handle the bike’s engine, or lift the frame up if it fell. I was afraid of loud sounds and the roar of any car’s exhaust, would freak me as a pedestrian. It was just not, within my comfort zone

I believe my parents weren’t exactly a fan of my newly found muse either. They laughed, and joked. They said I’d probably give up during the learning process. And then they became serious. Dead serious, just before I took my first test. 

“You don’t see chinese girls riding. It’s not normal.” 

I nodded and left for the test. I remembered how I came home to their laughter when they heard I’ve flunked my first test. They snickered again, when the second one failed. 

“Aiya, motorbikes not for girls. Cannot pass one.”

Daddy’s voice echoed through my head that afternoon, but all I had myself fixated on, was my demerit points. I went for more practice, trying to grasp the physics behind the terms, ‘clutch’, ‘gear’ and ‘brakes’. There was plenty of room for improvement and finally, it paid off. 

So here I am, sitting on my very own bike even when they told me I couldn’t. I still love my dresses, and heels still make me squeal. But what’s different, is that I’ve created another comfort zone for myself. 

One by first, stepping out of my “comfort zone”. 


How many times can a heart break before it screams for the brakes. 

I loved with all my heart, I gave everything that I’ve got. He was the man of my dreams, the man I thought I sought. I longed to be his city, the queen of his empire. But now I finally realized, it wasn’t something I could acquire. 

I’m sure he loved with all his heart, and he gave everything that he’s got. I’m sure he tried his best to be, yet I couldn’t be the woman he sought. He longed for one to submit, to be ruled under his empire. But I was too fragile for his iron fist, he raged when he could not acquire.

And so shattered was both our hearts, we knew. It was everything that we’ve got. Yet different things we wanted, from each other we both sought. With every argument it came crashing, our once perfect empire. We were both too stubborn to relent, to offer what was desired.

But for every city that falls, a new emperor reign. The cycle repeats itself, for the sun shines after the rain. But tell me again, how many a times, can my weary heart break. 

I think I’ve cycled long enough, it’s time to hit the brakes. 

Away from home. #2/13

The radio mumbled, as she stared blankly out the window. Pondering if the streetlamps that bowed to her, were feeling just as cold. She asked, “Could you please increase the temperature?”, and the driver complied. Yet it helped not, for a hot bottle she wished she could hold.

Her stomach rumbled, as her mind featured this evening’s dinner. It was Mum’s homemade claypot delicacy, with a serving for four. She had barely taken a bite, before the hospital cruelly summoned. Screamed, was the phone, given to the healthcare professionals on call.

So into the fridge, her dinner would sit.

She grabbed her bag, for half an hour was all she had.

As she stood waiting, for the cab she dialed,

The skies started drizzling, around her the wind howled.

But alas, her little daydream crumbled. For the hospital stood proud and tall. She thanked the driver politely, watched him drive out of sight. As she entered the department, and into her uniform, she swiftly changed. She prepared herself, for the duties unplanned, throughout the night.

In response to Away from home. #1/13

Away from home. #1/13

Today I followed a journey, of an angel who fell from the sky. Her quest, to grasp true love’s meaning. Or she would be forever banished, unable to fly. 

Her tales suffocated my heart, and plenty a time, I sigh. However hard I try to control, these eyes of mine started to cry. 

So as the fairy climbed up to heavens, anticipating her friends and a gnome. Somewhere back down on earth, is a girl who just left home. 

In response to: An Angel Fell From The Sky by Frank Solanki


Champions rise, their names etched in halls.
They stand beaming, proud and tall.
As we applaud, praise, glee in awe.
Let’s not forget, there’s a Champion in all.

– Daphne Melodia

It’s easy to notice the feats others achieved. It glares in our face, we welcome them, with a little tinge of envy. How often we wished, to be them, standing in the limelight. Even for a split second, we hope to be noticed. We long for praises, admiration and respect. We want our efforts to be commended. We want to be a CHAMPION.

And I tell you,


Stand in front of a mirror and look at the person staring back at you. You, are the own boss of your life, and perhaps, it’s simple to forget that you, yes YOU! Have the ability to compliment and flatter. You have the ability to smile and commend yourself for a job well done! You, can be, your very own fan.

And there’s nothing, you can’t achieve champion.


via Daily Prompt: Champion


Quote of my week: 

“You don’t have to keep running,

But never stop walking.”

-Daphne Melodia

Life, is a series of marathons. You choose the medals you want to achieve, you sign up for new goals. There’s countless of things to do each week! A new run, life would throw.

But remember,

Life, is an endless race. And at the end of every marathon, it is sweetness you will taste. But you have, to keep moving.

So be brave, for it’s something we all face. Don’t worry about the others, for you only have to set your pace. And ultimately,

You’ll see the finishing.