It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance, the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live. -Bette Midler
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!
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.
A large, substantial part of our lives is spent falling in line – of expectations made of us, of sticking yourself in a literal or metaphorical queue for whatever it is, or simply blending in with your surrounds just so you don’t stick your ass out like a sore thumb. Why do we try so hard? Sure, we are indeed somewhat biologically wired to want to fit in societally, because we are social creatures and thrive on the acknowledgement of our social groups. We sway to group pressures and bend in conformity, obsess over broadcasting our status, and act like someone we’re not. Does this actually do more harm than good? What if you don’t belong?
Oh dear irony that is us, to want to assert our own individuality yet constantly seek affirmation from others.
Hope is personal. Hope is something that no one can give to you. You have to choose to believe in hope. You have to make it yourself. In North Korea, I made it myself. Hope brought me to America. But in America, I didn’t know what to do, because I had this overwhelming freedom. My foster father at that dinner gave me a direction, and he motivated me and gave me a purpose to live in America.
I did not come here by myself. I had hope, but hope by itself is not enough. Many people helped me along the way to get here. North Koreans are fighting hard to survive. They have to force themselves to survive, have hope to survive, but they cannot make it without help.
This is my message to you. Have hope for yourself, but also help each other. Life can be hard for everyone, wherever you live. My foster father didn’t intend to change my life. In the same way, you may also change someone’s life with even the smallest act of love. A piece of bread can satisfy your hunger,and having the hope will bring you bread to keep you alive. But I confidently believe that your act of love and caring can also save another Joseph’s life and change thousands of other Josephs who are still having hope to survive.”
Lose something everyday – the art of losing isn’t hard to master. It’s also important, for that sense of loss glossing by every time something slips from the fingers of your possession makes you that much more conscious about things you already have on your hold. It teaches you to hold on to some tighter, and definitely not to hold onto some too tightly. So what have you lost today?
Tonight I was so angry and frustrated I bitched about it to my best friend, talked about it over the phone with another friend, came home and told my mum and sis about it and then I burst into tears halfway because I was just so frustrated and annoyed
Sometimes I still feel like I’m such a kid even though I’m turning 24 this year
I can’t believe I’m 24 this year
Too busy doing what?
Just, plain too busy being awesome.
Note to self: Stop thinking of things that’ll only destroy you.
Sometimes it’s so much easier being a lone island.