Day 5!

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What??? It’s only Day 5??? The days are crawling by ever so slowly…my swelling has reached its peak and I’m still mega swollen in the face when I wake up in the morning. Guess it’s normal, hopefully the swelling is at least not getting worser by the days? Most people would start deflating after Day 4-6, hope mine starts going down soon…It’s hard to talk and my jaw still clicks at the joints whenever I make a huge head movement. Sigh.

I am positive though! I’m thankful that at least I’m so much more functional than I expected myself to be since Day 1. Shall make it a point to rest earlier tonight so I can have a more productive day tomorrow. May I wake up to a less swollen day~

 

 

Day 5!

Memories

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What, exactly, is the value of a memory? Every night, our mind does a filter of whatever that’s happened in the day, and thereafter chooses what we retain more strongly or sort of discard of, although we vaguely know that they don’t actually completely disappear. Remember that time when you were in the midst of doing something, and then a random whiff of a familiar smell or a sudden crashing of deja vu swept you off your feet, and them BAM, you suddenly remembered something from more than a decade ago, something you never thought happened until you got reminded of it?

Our brain (scumbag) doesn’t actually forget anything. We just need to be reminded of it. Yet, do we always want to be reminded of something we’ve long forgotten?

Are memories actually important? If say, things were going all fine, but you suddenly got reminded of a small shard of a bitter memory when it flashed across your head without any warning – would it ruin your day? Memories differ in strength, and it’s such a pain how many of the stronger ones, are those that have hurt you immensely, affected you devastatingly, or caused you misery to the depths of a bottomless pit in some way or another before. Bah.

There are many bits of painful memories I remember. It was painful when I felt put down. Or when I was uncared for, like I was invisible or not worth the love. It was painful when he/she said something to hurt me so bad but they didn’t know it was happening. It was painful when that person at that time wasn’t there. It was painful when I did not feel accepted. Or important. Or capable. Or good enough. Mainly, not being good enough so much so that you doubt yourself. It really was extremely painful.

Still, what remains to be is that it no matter how many painful memories we’ve had, we don’t grow immune to pain. Ha. The magnitude of the pain will still always demand to be felt. It never gets easier. While I like to be optimistic (most of the time), I’m pretty much still a practical person.

I know, I know. There’re plenty of wonderful memories of many beautiful things, experiences, and people that we definitely have accumulated throughout the years. Are still accumulating. And will continue to accumulate. Never doubted that. I just preferred to address the negative, because it’s always the negative that tends to hold us back in the moment and make us commit to the wrong decisions at that point in time.

That said, looking forward to creating better memories in future. Aside from the bad.

Memories

Tough times don’t last, tough people do?

This has been a challenging week for me.

Teaching and interacting with the students this week has been the only saving grace. Receiving Teacher’s Day presents are only the tip of the iceberg – the messages they’ve written for me really warms my heart and makes me light up so much. Other than that, it makes me extremely heartened to know they’ve also improved, whether in terms of their composition, comprehension, or even cloze passages and grammar – I notice every small bit of improvement and when I see it reflected in their results, it makes me more confident that I have not made the wrong decision to choose teaching, because seeing these kids grow and learn is really the greatest reward of the job. It’s possible to impart so much to them other than just academic knowledge – whether it’s in terms of values, life lessons, teaching them to interact and accept each other, or make them excitable about the ever changing world out there, At the same time, there’s so much I learn from them (and their parents) as well, because it’s through the children than you can tell so much about the parenting they have received and it’s ever so enlightening.

At the same time, though, it’s also very frustrating how we have to travel across so many facilities in a week (and sometimes even 2-3 places in a day). And the marking……An insurmountable mountain that never paves off.

I’ve also been rather heavy hearted and dispirited this week too. Sometimes, I feel so alone. While I’m perfectly comfortable in my own skin, and would go out alone to chill, get work done, shopping, exercising – basically everything, I still feel so alone sometimes. It almost makes me feel like I’m perpetually joyless and only have bad thoughts inside my head that I don’t know how to convey to anyone else about. I feel lost and confused, and I miss my dad.

When I went for the Election Rally, it just hit me so hard how I could have probably gone with my Dad if he was still around, and not alone like I was that day. It would have been nice if I could have shared that with him. And that bastardly ringing sound that I hear in the double decked buses only remind me of the cruel, whirring sound that drained the life out of us all during the weeks in that hospital room. If he was around, maybe a lot of things would be very different. And the path I would have charted for myself would have been different just because he was around. And maybe I would still be eating apples, because I no longer eat them anymore although they used to be my most favourite, irreplaceable fruit.

I am so jaded. What’s the difference between being in one, if I still feel alone?

Tough times don’t last, tough people do?

Amsterdam Feels

It’s been almost 4 years (oh my god did time just fly past like that?) since that summer in Europe, and I still honestly think it was one of the most fabulous periods in my life. Amsterdam was exciting, overwhelming, stimulating, and beautiful all at once.

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SAM_1842Amsterdam Centraal (no it’s not a typo) – I have no idea why, but the sight of this train station really wow-ed me at that time, or maybe I was too overly excited hahaha

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SAM_2040First hand Heineken experience guys

SAM_2028Cheers to foamy beer – my absolute love

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Oh dear Europe when will I get to go back to you next? Well I could do it next year, but there’s still Australia that I’ve yearned to go for the longest time, and many many many other places as well. Someone donate money $ to my travel fund please!

Amsterdam Feels

The Weekend

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this space with ordinary, everyday happenings, and I’ve been thinking that maybe I should! Been reading my old blogs which were very often updated in the past, and I like how it helps me recall things that happened long long ago simply because they were documented down nicely.

Anyway, it’s the National Day Jubilee Weekend and I’m absolutely loving it! It’s my first official long weekend of the year because my off days are Friday and Saturday, and the PHs thus far always fall on Friday. Which means I’ve to return to work on Sunday anyway. And a break means time to spend with my loved ones!

So yesterday, H brought me to Jurong East Swimming Complex which is super ultra mega beta (Apologize for the lack of rhyming word) far away from me. It.was.so.fun!!! It basically has all the facilities that Wild Wild Wet has, and we went in for free because of the SG50 celebrations. Still, it usually costs you $1.50 for entrance and that’s cheaaap.

I was pretty hesitant at first because he’s like the super garang kind and while I’m usually the less timid amongst my friends, I become quite scaredycat when I’m with him. It’s an older sister thing. You become braver when you have to step up and act the part, but when there’s someone much much braver you just derp. Thanks for taking care of me!! The lazy river and wave pool was quite fun, but the slide (which I only got to try one cos the other 2 were closing already) was the highlight. I screamed like a banshee and according to him, I screamed, then stopped for a while, and screamed again. Internally, it went a bit like this in my head: OMG THIS IS HELL FAST OMG – Omg I’m screaming damn loudly everyone can hear me crap (stops screaming) – OMG IT’S SUPER FAST HELP (starts screaming again). It was hell embarrassing. I need more practice man, I hope we go back there again!

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Some happy pictures of us – whether it’s simply just walking in the park or having a whale of a time at Universal Studios Japan. Thank you for everything :) <3

Today, we gathered at my grandfather’s house in the evening. He sat me down and talked alot of stuff (like usual), and we had some yummy claypot rice that he cooked. It’s been a while and I miss those days where I used to hang around my grandparents’ house so often, and even refused to go home and would whine to stay overnight there during the weekends and especially during the holidays.

The Weekend