2013: Good or Bad?

Was 2013 a good year or a bad year for me?
To be honest, I still couldn't decide.

As cliche as it may sound, 2013 was a tough year full of challenges and changes.

It was tough for me to have my family away from me and not being able to spend time with my close friends as often as I want to.
And it was certainly difficult for me to deal with problems in my relationships.
Sometimes I caught myself juggling between work and everything else in life that is important.
Constantly feeling lost and trapped, defeated and struggling.
Simply said, it wasn't easy.

But it is exactly in such difficult times that I discover my hidden potentials and see things in a new perspective.
I have no choice but to really open my arms to embrace challenges.
Most of them aren't as scary as they seem actually, all you have to do is to keep your chin up, work hard but still trying your best to enjoy the experience.
Then when it's over and you look back, you'll realise that it wasn't too bad.

Of course, there is always room for improvement.
For example, I'm still in search of my work-life balance, still not taking enough care of myself in terms of adopting a healthy lifestyle, need to fix my relationship.
But the most important of all is: to find myself again.

With so many things happening, I feel both excited but distracted and lost at the same time.
I didn't read or paint as often as I want to. I rarely read blogs or update my own.
I couldn't recall going to any jazz bar for live music in the entire year.
Every holiday or festival isn't festive any more because I am always catching up on sleep and rest.

I became exactly the type of girl who I don't want to be--uninspired and uninspiring.

But again, with terrible things come the good ones.
I'm blessed to be loved and supported whenever I feel depressed and defeated.
And when I'm overwhelmed with choices and responsibilities, it really forces me to streamline my life and focus on the most important things and people, which I believe is essential for my own happiness.

Thank you 2013, for bringing me to a new stage of my life with all these excitements and challenges that make me stronger and better.
Goodbye, 2013 and to all the disappointment, sadness and tears that you brought me.

What a year!
Thank you for being here with/for me all the way through :)

With love and much thanks,
N

Waking Up

To realize and to discover isn't something that is always pleasant.

Friday after work, I realized that I was numbing myself of all feelings throughout the week by diving into work and shutting out my emotions.

Then something woke me up from this illusion that I've been creating for myself, the armor that I shield myself with.

I thought there is hope. 

I thought one day, he'll understand.

I thought one day, he'll wake up and regret.

But I think I'm seeing things clearer now--the only discovery I have made is that I am wrong, all the way through.

The boy I met several years ago, he was different.

He lightens me up, shows me a different way of thinking and a whole different world.

Very different, but exciting.

He is out of the world, I thought. But that was long ago.

At some point, I stopped feeling that way.

Some part of me is still in love with that boy I met some years ago.

But who he is now doesn't resemble the man who is still in my head.

And I'm not sure, do I really know the boy I thought I knew? Or was that another illusion/image that he and I created?

Perhaps I created an illusion. Perhaps I have too good an imagination and fooled myself.

The pain of waking up lies in tearing down everything you once thought is true and to reject everything you believed so wholeheartedly.

It just destroys you.

So much to a point that you don't know what you can believe in anymore.

So much you don't want to believe in anything anymore.

If I were to use just one word to describe how I feel,

this is the word:

"wasted".

N

Thoughts of You

Sometimes when someone stirs a world of emotions in you, it becomes so intense that you can barely stand to be with them.
When you only want to be left alone but at the same time crave only a hug from that same person who caused you so much misery.
Does it make sense at all?

I am in a relationship which more and more I realize is too much.

Desperately I want to leave and shut the world behind me.
And just hide myself in bed--replaying everything he said, everything we did.

With every thought that passes my mind, the heavier the sinking feeling grows; the feeling that it could only get worse and I'm not gonna be okay for a very very long time.
Because losing someone isn't just an event.
It doesn't happen just once--it happens over and over and over again.

I lose you every time I think of your smile.
I lose you every time I spend a day without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
I lose you every time I hear a song we listened and sang together, note by note.
I lose you every time I think of holding you, kissing you and hugging you.
I lose you every time when I open my eyes from sleep, just to find out you were only in my dream and the touches I felt weren't real.

I lose you in thousands of ways and in every way possible.
You are in everything I see, your shadow in every corner of my world.
And with every thought of you, I am paralyzed and die a little more inside, bit and bit.

When I could finally get a moment of peace, something strikes and I begin to lose you over again.
When that happens, I go back and hide myself.
I want to be left alone--with nothing but the thoughts of you.

And the cycle repeats.

N

The Missing Part

This is without doubt one of the toughest moments in my life so far.

Everyday I'm walking on a fine line trying to keep myself sane.

I don't know how I manage to even crawl out of bed and get to work, when all I want is to shut myself out from everything and everyone or even to end my life.

Feel so desperate that my body is in sync with my mind and I got sick.

Stayed at home today because I am too ill to go to work.

But perhaps it is good for me to have a quiet time to rest both the body and mind.

Even though I feel like my world is crumbling and shattering into pieces, 

I know we are doing the right thing--we are searching for the missing part, we are finding the answers to our own questions.

Do we complete each other? Or are we too different?

Is this a relationship that we want?

Do feelings fade? And when they do, what is it that is left behind?

Is that enough to sustain a long-term relationship?

Is a relationship supposed to be like this?

So many questions in my mind and his as well.

At the end of the day, numerous questions all boils down to one: 

do we still love each other and willing to give it one more try?

Fear, insecurity, lack of confidence, worries begin to attack.

What if we couldn't make it?

What if we aren't right for each other in the first place? If so, why should we cling to a dying relationship?

What would my life be without him/her?

Will I be able to someone like him/her again?

Then, fear along with all other negativity begin to kill and suffocate the last bits of hope.

Fear for losing, fear for change, fear for failure.

But none of these actually help us to solve any problem.

It only breeds resentment, frustration and even more sadness.

Back to square one.

There are as many questions, doubts, fears, and worries in my mind as in his.

I understand the guilt, self-blame and confusion he has to bear.

But it's a cruel reality that I can't help him with his search for answers, and he can't help me in my journey.

It's all about discovering one's self and one's needs.

Sometimes, certain conversation or phase of life we have to go through aren't meant to be pleasant.

All we can do is be honest with ourselves and each other, and be open and support each other with acceptance.

Nothing conquers fear and insecurity better than love.

Not in a romantic sense, but just love in its purest form; kindness, acceptance and peace.

Fill your life, mind and heart with love.

Embrace life with love for yourself and compassion for others.

Love,

N

If I were a boy...

Listening to an old song and it strikes me harder than ever.

"If I were a boy" by Beyonce

Lyrics:

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted
And go drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls

I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone

I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

Guys, be better men and love her right.
If you don't make an effort, love her as much as you can and fight for the relationship, trust me, someone else will.
She gave you her heart, together with love, respect and trust.
Guard it, don't break it.
Make sure you deserve that.

Love,

N

Too Much to Ask For?

Usually this time of the day, I should be already in bed, sound asleep after a day of work.
But not for tonight.
I don't want to cry myself to sleep just to cry myself awake again in the middle of the night.
So I decided to get up and write something to get things out of my head.
The ground beneath my feet begins to shake, things around me seem to dismantle one after the other...

You know, it's just a fine line between being romantic and being pathetically unrealistic.
I couldn't tell which type I belong to.
By "pathetically unrealistic", I don't mean I'm looking for a billionaire to buy me big diamonds, or a model-like handsome man to make me breakfast every morning.
Turns out looking for a person who can share with me everything is already a "pathetically unrealistic" demand.
Is it?

If so, here is my quixotic idea of an ideal relationship with my dream life partner who of course doesn't exist in real life:
I want a man who dares to be nakedly honest with me; for both good things and the bad.

I don't need flowers or rocks, I need someone who gives himself to me; his heart, soul and body, everything.
He has to be a person who willingly and eagerly shares with me his dreams, his pride, what breaks his heart, his worries, fears, secrets, fantasies, and allow me into even the darkest corner in his mind and heart, and dying to know the same things about me.

I want to be soothed by the knowledge that in a world of over 7 billion, he chose me to open up to and I know him best.
When I love a person, I crave him in the most innocent, raw form; a simple but desperate way--I want him as a whole.

It is not only the good and glorious side of you that I'm interested in, it's also the "flawed" side of you that I crave; things that make you interesting, things that make you a human.
Everything. Every bit of it.

And if the person loves me the same way and as intense, I shouldn't have to fight for that privilege to have glimpses of his soul.
If he wants me in his life as much as I want him to be in mine, he'll just put me there.
I shouldn't have to fight for a spot.
I shouldn't have to demand for anything.
And I shouldn't have to spend a lifetime figuring out who he really is and what kind of a person he is.

You know, it's not about whether or not you betray or cheat on me, it's about our connection.
The moment you stop sharing genuinely, the door to your heart begins to close and the connection begins to fall apart.
Stop saying that it's normal for a relationship to evolve and the passion to cool.

To put it simply, I think I deserve to know the real you, with all the truth and honesty.
Is this too much to ask for?

Perhaps, it's too much to ask for...
I hope I'm not asking the wrong person though...

Love,
N

P.S. Dear readers, don't let my negativity affect you.

Forever Crazy

*Warning: Contains pictures with nudity

What cheered me up was...

the Crazy Horse Paris and their Forever Crazy show in town!

Crazy Horse (or Le Crazy), established in 1951, is the world's sexiest cabaret.

The show is more than strip dance or burlesque; the dances are fun, creative and tasteful.

The "Crazy Girls" (dancers) don't necessarily have the typical sexy "Playmates" bodies but they are very feminine.

Sitting in the front row turned out to be just perfect.

The stage wasn't too near nor was it high above eye level.

Close enough to see the dancers (and their amazingly silky smooth bodies) as well as their dance moves clearly.

I really like how the Crazy Horse celebrates the beauty of women and the art of nude while still keeping it fun, chic and classy.

The dances are unexpectedly fun and creative. 

Each one is different from the last. 

Visual effects, lighting and the music all went well. 

Maybe except for one dance in which the spotlight was blindingly right in my face and I could barely open my eyes to watch the girls twirling around the poles.

Other than that, I enjoyed the whole show and almost all the dances.

And the costumes are glamorous. 

All of a sudden, wearing a wig seemed to be a very sexy and tempting idea.

Oh! And also the very classic but seductive outfit--a trench coat and nothing inside!

Going to a Crazy Horse show is a great idea for a girls' night out.

Of course, it could be also a nice way to turn the heat up for couples on their date night too!

Dear readers, 

Stay sexy and dare to be crazy! ;)

Love,

N

The Last Straw

Have been updating for a long time.

Work is such a contradiction; it's enriching, sometimes fulfilling, but at the same time draining and not very inspiring.

Just as I thought I'm pass the phase of losing control over my emotions and taking everything too seriously, I was proven wrong...

Probation is finally over, which means I have been working for 6 months. 

Do I like my job? 

Of course it is not the best/perfect job, but I appreciate most of it usually.

While both of my bosses are pretty happy with my performance, I found out something that I'm not very happy with: someone is backstabbing me.

It is not difficult to find out who the backstabber is, it is actually pretty obvious.

Well, there are a few reasons why she hates me. 

And seriously, if a girl on her first proper job can spot your motivation and the insecurity behind the smear campaign, you should stop calling yourself a diplomat.

To be honest, I was bothered by the fact that someone "toxic" is making effort in ruining my reputation and devaluing me.

Luckily, it didn't take me long to decide that she doesn't deserve the attention.

I have goals and targets and kissing her ass isn't on the list. 

I shouldn't let her distract me.

And I have enough self-respect that I won't allow myself to fall victim to her false accusations and abusive comments.

Ok, office politics settled for now.

What really was the last straw was the gatherings with relatives.

Hypocrisy, boastful and arrogant people, indifference and empty-headedness...

All the exact opposites of what my real family as well as my boyfriend's family are.

Dinner was painfully long, then followed by an equally boring brunch the next day.

I went home, locked myself up in my room and had a full-fledged melt down.

It scared my boyfriend when I texted him very negative messages and was crying so so hard when he called me.

Then a few hours later, a pleasant surprise came to my rescue...

Wanna know what that was?

Please read the next post. :)

Love,

N

On a Day Like This...

On a day like this, when I sail though waves of emotions, I have so much to say, so much to write, but no idea where to begin...

No, I am not on an emotional roller coaster and I'm not sad.
I just have things in my mind that I wanna say. So many that I really don't need what to start with.
Ok, I'll just throw them to you:

Why is it that as we grow up, it gets harder and harder for us to realize that we did the wrong thing, or even if we do, it seems that it's more difficult for us to apologize?

Why do I often feel detached to people who are supposedly close to me?

Sometimes I have this awkward feeling that I wonder where my family is. I know where exactly they are, physically. And we still keep in touch with the help of modern day technology. But the feeling of distance and intangible makes me feel very insecure.

Why do I always feel like I don't belong? My search for somewhere or people that I can feel comfortable with, is driving me nuts. It's like I'm constantly on escape.

Almost every morning on the bus, I see a family; a couple and a four year-old girl. Day by day, I witness the little girl's growth. Little by little, I see her change. Sometimes I dedicate my thoughts of love to her, I hope she can stay happy and sweet for as long as possible. This little girl (and basically most children) amazes me.

Good to finally get something out of my mind, at least for a short while.

Goodnight.

Love,
N

A Familiar Challenge?

Gladly took up a challenge today.

Even though the tasks are different, the essence is still the same: the bittersweet of hard work, the test on one's persistence, determination and potential, and the sense of achievement and pride afterwards.

While challenges are usually something new and something that gives me that extra stretch, this one feels both new and deja vu at the same time.

Why?
I feel like a student again.

The wonderful feeling of:
being tasked to write (especially if it is something important),
having readings spread all over my desk and
enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes from both the excitement of the task and the fact that tomorrow is the deadline (even though I was given the task only a few hours ago)
---some of the reason why I love and miss being a student, not that I can pull all-nighters the way I used to...

I swear my body was a different one, how can I possibly sleep 2 hours/ day for weeks?!
I must be getting old and getting used to life as a work girl now...

But even so, I am still the same old me. :)

Love,
N

(Hopefully will post a few more updates soon, stay tuned)

Stay Raw & Real

This long weekend is perhaps the best weekend so far, since my family left the city.
I didn't do anything spectacular.
You might wonder, what makes it so nice and different then?
My answer is: the rawness, realness and inner peace.

No, I didn't go skinny dipping or go to a nude beach.
All I did was to be myself and stop forcing myself to do what I don't feel like doing.

Just all the small things that I find liberation in:
the moment when the f word comes out of my lips (or fingertips as I type) for reasons as small as the battery-draining iphone,
expressing the burning anger when I see people getting stuck in something that limits them and yet still cling to it.
the honesty without hesitation and fear of how people perceive me as I speak of my desires, needs and thoughts,
the time when I do what I do best
and the realization that when I enjoy what I do, I really shine.

There are a few things that inject me with negative thoughts recently, example being:
the growing distance I feel from someone who is important and close to me and
the helplessness and fear that come with it,
the feeling that this cycle of getting-close-and-then-losing-people is never ending
and the idea that perhaps I don't belong to where I am right now.

I'm not strong enough to fight with these powerfully negative emotions every time they hit me.
But I swear, I'm learning.
Sometimes the harder you try, the worse the situation becomes.
And when that happens, the negativity just drains you even more, squeezing even the last drop of your energy.

So I stopped forcing myself to get used to things I don't like or engage in conversations that don't excite me.
And it turned out to be the right thing to do: just follow your instinct, stay raw and real.

I feel like I just wanna scream "fuck you! Why didn't you charge your phone?!", so I did.
I didn't feel like talking to some of my relatives at the wedding, so I didn't force myself to.
Instead, I enjoyed myself talking to a Scottish couple I met at the wedding.
It is ironic that I feel comfortable talking to strangers than with my own relatives, but what's important is not who I impress, but the fact that I stay true to myself and only do what makes me feel good.

I had yoga classes 2 days in a row.
I guess by now you already know that I love having sore muscles after workout, coz it's raw, real and sexy somehow.
And yoga helps me reconnect with my body which is amazing beyond words.

But with sore muscles from the first class yesterday, I was holding back and not going 100% with the stretching today.
Then something quite interesting and meaningful happened.
My Indian instructor walked towards me, knowing that I could stretch more than I did, he pressed me down.
And while he was doing that, he gently said, "in life, we learn more while we are in pain, than we are in happiness. Don't resist the pain and suffering, let go, accept and learn from it."
Physically I didn't resist, I just relax and stretched more than I thought I could.
Mentally, what he said stroke me hard and I felt great inner peace--it was a good reminder.

Looking back, it is true that I learnt most during the hard times.
And what helped me to go through those unbearably awful times was not to blend in, but to stay different.
The same applies now: I don't have to do what people expect me to do, I don't have to keep thoughts to myself just because there are "rules" that I have to be abide to.

No rules, no perfection/imperfection, no "do"s and "don't"s, no fear and no worries.
Just real feelings, emotions, thoughts, with all honesty, sincerity and love.
Staying true to myself and appreciating life as it is--these are the things that bring me back the great inner peace that I have been missing for a couple of months.
And now that I feel in tune with myself again, it is a bit like finding something that was lost--the joy is beyond words.

Perhaps all my lack of confidence and loneliness originate from the lost connection with my inner self.
I hope this inner peace I'm experiencing can stay as long as I can, and to keep it with me, I'm gonna stay raw, real and honest.

Dear readers,
I wish you the same inner peace and love that I'm feeling right now.
Sending you love in the air, feel it? :)

Love,
N

Inspirations from my Baby Niece

Went to the baby shower of my niece.

Babies are such amazing creatures--they smell nice, incredibly soft and chubby, like marshmallows and their tiny hands and feet.

And when they smile, it is as if they tell you with their smiles, "I come from heaven/fairytales."

Like all newborn, my baby niece is cute by default. 

She grabbed my finger, smiled at me and stared at me with her round innocent eyes.

The moment her tiny hand grabbed my finger, she eased me a bit.

It is not the baby that makes me feel uncomfortable and alienated.

God knows I'm most comfortable with children in these occasions.

It is everyone around her that I am not at ease with.

No, I don't hide in corners to play with my phone.

I take a deep breathe, walk in looking relaxed, mingle and chat, smile and talk. 

That is my mission of the night.

But the truth is, the voice in my head that urges me to leave was louder than the party itself.

Got myself a drink, chatted with a bunch of people on boring cliche topics, walked to my cousin's wife,  played with the baby, handed the wife an envelope of cash...most of the mission was accomplished when she took the envelope.

The way all of a sudden she smiled so broadly after the envelope landed on her fingertips makes me sick.

I don't want to look at her for a second more.

I looked at my baby niece instead--this innocent newborn whose world is still purely beautiful, new and exciting.

No, she won't be able to see the dark side of the world as she is one of the lucky ones.

She would be pampered like a princess. With all my heart, I hope she won't be spoiled like my cousin.

And I know exactly what's in front of her as she grows.

There won't be that much of laughter in her family, 

fun things are not always allowed, 

her choices are limited, 

she doesn't need to study hard, 

she is already born with a high-ranking post in the family business whether or not she can do business,

the "family friends" are the business partners

and so on.

I have seen this too many times. 

Basically most of the kids in the family live this pattern.

The moment I realized this pattern, I respect my parents even more.

They want something more than this, they want to break the cycle.

They want laughter in the house, the warmth and love, hugs, real conversation and even heated argument and tears, followed by sincere apologies and hugs.

Things that are raw and real.

A family that is human.

I was there at the banquet, people asked me about my job, interested in whether I have insiders' news and connections.

Motives are such turn-offs. 

And frankly speaking, most people are pretty bad with disguising their motives.

The only message I sent them is: I'm happy with my job. I'm not interested in your business. Good luck.

In a sea of around 200 guests, I looked around and the sight saddened me--all familiar faces, none I can have a real conversation or a good laugh with. 

(Maybe except the kids, they are happy to see me and I do like being surrounded by kids showing me their drawings and asking me questions.)

I found myself looking around several time, perhaps I was unconsciously looking for my family and my  cousin who was like a brother to me.

The overwhelming loneliness is so immense and unbearable that I lost words and remained very quiet for some time, until some other guests came to talk to me and out of basic manners, I am left with no choice but to respond.

It is almost a year since my cousin passed away and still the sense of loss and grief is there, painful and unhealed.

Like any other loss of human life, his death is supposed to teach us something about life and be an inspiration to us in living a better life.

As I overheard people around me talking about Grand Cru Classe red wine, investment, love affairs, gossips and basically everything that has nothing to do with the newborn or life, I feel the invisible wall between me and my so-called family thickens.

How ironic it is to be a complete stranger to those who I am related by blood, while I can be close at heart with people who were once strangers but now close with me.

And even more ironic, that I cannot have a real conversation with some of my family while I am opening up to readers who I have never met and perhaps never will.

Isn't life interesting?

Another family event coming up, a wedding, let's see if I get a different inspiration next week.

I hope it's gonna be something more pleasant.

Love,

N

A New Stage

Dear readers,

Sorry that I was absent for quite some time.
Thank you for sticking around. I'm back.

Sometimes, people are surprisingly adaptive, aren't we?
Every time I am confronted with changes or something new, I find myself fearfully clinging on the old and usual, saying things like "I can't image what it is like to (do/ have sth new). Is it possible that I live without (sth old)?"
Part with the fear and embrace changes--something that I am learning and trying to do.

It has only been two to three months since my "new" life as a working adult started, and I'm already quite used to it now.
Not too long ago, most of my spendings were coming from my parents and my savings.
Now, I spend what I earn, not just on shopping, but also bills of all sorts.
It is not difficult to notice that I'm entering a new stage in my life.


I am glad that my sense of security is coming back, along with work and a routined life, but at the same time, I caution myself not to fall into the trap of a boring life.

Along with the glory of "growing up", I found answers to some of the questions I always have in mind.
Questions like: why people no longer appreciate their job and life? Why do people feel bored and what turns people boring?
I figured out why whenever I ask my friends "how's work?" or "how's life?", some of them always give me the same answer--"as usual".

If you flip through my daily schedule, you will find out that I live a routine like this, 5 days each week:
Wake up, get dressed, make breakfast, hop onto the bus, arrive at office early, work, lunch, work, lave work, go home, eat, relax, sleep---basically the same old routine that 99% of the workforce is having.
Well, maybe I don't work overtime and it's much better than people, but still, the idea and the hard fact is that:
I have a boring life too.

At the moment, I am really happy with my job.
But I still hear a faint voice somewhere in my head asking, "is this it? Do you settle with what you have or do you want more?"
Looking back, I'm already quite amazed by how far I have went.
But my contentment should never be the reason why I don't keep going further.

If I stop right here, getting laid-back to enjoy the thrills that come along with a new stage, I won't grow up or at least I won't be growing up to my full potentials.

Dear readers,
Is your life becoming a routine now?
Are you in your comfort zone, fearful of changes while secretly wanting them or wondering how it would be if you dare to make some bold changes?
Is there anything you don't like about your life now?

If you answer any of the question with a "yes", I think we share something similar--time for new goals and challenges!

Sometimes life forces us to start new chapters.
But sometimes, we have to be the ones who lift ourselves to a new stage.
And I guess it is better that we do it ourselves when the choice is still ours to make, am I right?

Love,
N

P.S. It's good to be back. :)

2013 Mother's Day

Mother's day. Not a very special occasion for my family.

We don't really make a fuss about it.

Like any other day, we usually fill Mother's Day (or Father's day) with hugs, laughter, food and lots of love--exactly what I love about my family.

 

This is perhaps only the second time that I'm not spending Mother's Day with my mom.

The other time when my mother was not with me on Mother's Day was in 1997.

She was in Canada, waiting to give birth to my brother, who was born in late May.

Today, I have lunch with my grandparents and relatives.

Why do I have to attend the 'celebration'?-- Maybe I'm just mentally tired, but I couldn't really process this and figure out why.

I called my parents this morning, had a long chat with them. 

So, what's the point of celebrating Mother's Day when my mum isn't even here?

Despite the awkwardness I feel, I was still there at the lunch.

Oops! Let's rewind a bit. 

Before the lunch, I broke down and cried like a baby, simply because I miss my mom too much and I didn't know what to do except crying it all out.

I was crying so hard that when my grandma saw me crying, she ended up crying herself too.

So basically the both of us ended up hugging and crying -- definitely not the best way to celebrate the day.

The only thing I want to do is to give my mom a big warm hug, like how we used to hug every single day.

And I'd love to share with her painting of Pino Daeni because some of his works remind me so much of my mum and the special moments we share.

Mom, thank you for being the most loving person in the world.
I grow up aspiring to be a loving woman just like you.
Miss you & love you. :')

Love,
N

Madness

These days, whenever I'm asked how I am feeling,
the answer in my head is "um...I think there is a Hulk inside me trying to break out. Help me."
while words that spill out from the tip of my tongue is "I'm okay, thank you."

Hypocrisy.

Even the tinniest thing makes me burn with anger.

For example that mega size rubber duck that is in town.
The madness is not the rubber duck itself, but the crowd that flooded the district just to see that rubber duck.

People in our time are the weirdest--they get impressed by basically everything.
That stupid game Candy Crush, a mega size rubber duck...how old are they really?

Even though I get angry, I didn't let it out.
No shouting, no screaming, no crying, no throwing a temper...just nothing and nowhere to channel it.
This anger just stays inside me, corrodes and gobbles me up alive.

There must be something wrong with me.
Is it stress, frustration, sadness, anger, or just the pure madness after mixing everything together?


Other than this anger coming from nowhere, the inner devil in me is driving me insane as well.
I wanna do all the bad and evil things.
I wanna destroy.

Why is it that the intolerably incomprehensibly bad things are always ineluctably, irresistibly fun to do?
The temptations creep underneath your skin, foil along a trail of synapses, pierce though your little brain cells which are cringing themselves in vain to stay morally vigilant...
But before you know it, you've already done it.

Why is it that doing the seemingly 'wrong' things always brings that inexplicably good feeling?
And they turn you into this person with 'stories to tell', making you so much more interesting, mysterious and attractive.

Pain and pleasure go hand in hand.
But sometimes, pleasure come and go and leaves the pain behind.

Looking at the scratch marks, I am terrified--what have I done?
With my fingertips, I gently trace the red, slightly swollen scratch marks one by one, hoping to ease the pain.
At that moment, I am most certain that there must be a monster in me.
Just an ugly, pure evil monster.
And it makes me a little scared...of myself.



Love,
N

The Perfect Pause

Dear readers,

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Have you ever experienced a moment so intense and electrifying that time stopped and you paralyzed?

Inspired by a dream that I had a week or two ago, and some recent events, I wrote a poem titled the Perfect Pause.
It is raw but that's how I want my poems to be--simple, raw and exactly how I feel.

Here is to people and the moments that take my breath away,

The Perfect Pause
You look at me.
No, your gaze so intense
you are trying to absorb me.

You hold my face in your palm
as if I am a mirage soon to disappear.

The way you touch my face,
your fingertips write on my bare skin,
the poems that I crave.

A spark of fear,
and a tinge of melancholy
flickering in your eyes.

The first time I see in you
the dance of sadness
and hear your silent cry.
The things that I know best.

You did not turn away,
nor did you bother to hide,
the tears in your eyes
and the fear for goodbye.

Looking into you,
and your eyes meet mine.
The moment so infinite
so naked that
there is nothing more to hide.

The world come to a halt
with the perfect pause,
when time has stopped
for what is mine and yours.

This is all I have longed for,
a journey I long to travel,
a glimpse into your soul.

Love,
N

Hold it

Today. Now. On the verge of breaking down.
Trying my best to hold it.
This emotional chaos is freaking suffocating.

:'(

Independence

Though I felt terrible last night, I slept surprisingly well, probably because I was (and still am) exhausted.

I'm still sleep deprived, busy with packing, moving and unpacking.

These days I am thinking: even though my family aren't here with me now, it doesn't really mean I'm independent.

Would it be just...a weight transfer? That I put 'weight' on my family, and now putting the weight on others?

My family has been my anchor and shelter. Their presence give me a sense of security and protection.

Now that they are physical away, it SEEMS that I have to be more independent.

But what if it only means that I'm gonna rely more on others, for example my boyfriend?

I honestly don't know how I could have moved to the new place without my boyfriend's help.

I just cant' do this on my own, with my inability to pack and inaccurate perception of how much things I have (basically a severe underestimation).

While he was driving and while he was carrying very heavy stuffs, I think to myself, 'I'm not really independent, am I?'

Does the fact that I trust him more and more equal to me being less independent?

Then I got confused: Is there anyone who is independent at all?

I still remember my dad says, 'don't depend on a person fully, even though you love him. Protect yourself.'

At that moment, 5 or 6 years ago, I thought, 'if I have reservations and doubts, that means it's not love.'

And now, I agree with my dad.

Now I kind of understand why some women focus more on their career than relationships.

Career, you can more or less have control of it, if you work hard.

For relationships, you give your heart away, hoping that person won't break it, but you'd never know. 

It is quite inevitable that as you trust a person, you open up to this person more, you become more vulnerable.

It is basically that you place a bet on this person, giving him/her part of your heart, trusting that he/she won't break it.

But there's no guarantee at all.

This is particularly an important thing for a woman to learn how to be both independent and humble at the same time.

On one hand, I have to constantly remind myself not to be over-reliant on or burden others.

On the other, I don't wanna be so toughed up that I become too strong that I basically have no emotion and could't have emotional connection with anyone.

While I strive to be better, I think to be human and just a flawed human is actually a very beautiful thing. 

It really is one of the most beautiful things in life.

Dear readers, 

What does 'independence' mean to you?

Felt so much better after skyping my family and writing this post.

I still haven't figured out what exactly does being independent means, whether it only means making choices for yourself and bearing the responsibilities and consequences afterwards, or something more.

But I guess to ponder upon life and introspection are some pretty good start. :)

Love,

N

Lost

Feeling so out of control as if someone throw me out of my life and put me in a different one.

All of a sudden, this place I grew up in seem like a foreign land---a foreign land on which I understand every single word people utter and shout and understand how this place works, but still hear this voice in my mind that asks, 'is this home?'

I dragged myself out for a walk around the new place, a nearby by very different district.

After walking for about half an hour, I found myself in a district which I absolutely hate---the noise, the dirt, the crowd, the feeling of decay, the sight of chaos, the stink...everything basically.

My mood, together with the fact that I don't feel comfortable in that area, I skipped dinner.

I just want to be in a safe and quiet place, with the most simple food. Or maybe forget the food, give me  drinks.

I headed back 'home', I don't even wanna call this home yet but yea, you know what I mean.

'Okay, getting drunk on the first day definitely won't make me the good-granddaughter type of girl,' I thought to myself. 

Even though I don't care to build an image, self-discipline kicked in. And this time I listened to the inner good girl in me.

I took a shower, did a bit of unpacking and tidying, spent a bit of time reading and listening to music...

And here I am, trying to write to calm myself.

Sometimes it's those who are lost and discontent that live the seemingly most organized and clean life, exactly because they want to create order to make themselves feel better.

And today, I'm one of them.

This inner chaos and imbalance won't last forever, but at this moment, it sucks to feel what I'm feeling.

When I feel better, I'm gonna write another more organized piece on how I feel.

And like the title of this post, I'm feeling so lost and this post is meaningless.

Time to stop I guess.

Goodnight.

Love,

N

A Working Girl or a Superwoman?

'Brunch and shopping? I'm free...oh! I'm not...'
Okay I'd like to think that I am still free for brunch and shopping, but if you read the previous post, it's clear that things have changed.

So, here is a day in the life of...me, March 2013.

I wake up early.
I hear my alarm 30 minutes after it went off at 7, hop out of bed and get ready.
After freshening up, the first thing I is to update my Tumblr  getting some fresh air outdoors and hear birds sing.
Then I have my breakfast quietly, because I still feel sleepy after 8 hours of sleep enjoying the morning calm after a quick shower.
I wanna crawl back on my bed. I'm ready for a brand new, exciting day.

It's 7:45a.m. I get back to my room, open my closet, thinking that I should have picked my outfit the night before knowing exactly what I want to wear.
I spend a minimum of  less than 15 mins thinking of an outfit  dressing up.
As much as I want to wear a maxi dress,  I put on a simple and chic outfit for work, comprise of the first pieces of clothing I see when I open my closet.
I put my hair up in a loose bun or a pony tail, as I have over 50% of chance that I have a bad hair day.
And of course, makeup to cover my dark circles, even though it doesn't seem to work very well.

It's 8a.m. and I leave my place, hop on to the minibus and then the insanely crowded  MTR which drives me crazy.
I get there at 8:30a.m., half an hour earlier than my office hours.
I like my office, it's right above the MTR, so convenient.
Once I'm back in my office, I start making tea  working right away.

It’s 9:00 and a colleague brings me all the newspapers I need.
An email alert pops up to remind me that I have a meeting in 45 mins..
Oh my! I totally forgot about that!  Great! I am totally ready.
In less than 20 mins, I use the speed of light to read through everything do a re-cap with the documents I already prepared.

Then I start getting myself ready and go to the conference room with a blank mind.
I always dash to the conference room when I see my boss coming out from his room  get there early.

After the meeting, I have to re-schedule my priorities of tasks which means I can never finish the newspapers that are piling up on my desk.
I am super productive so I can always finish my morning tasks before lunch, 1 p.m.

Usually at around 12:45, I start counting down for lunch.
Time for lunch!
As soon as I leave the elevator, I see many others rushing for lunch-- damn! Could I still get a seat in the restaurant?! And I have to wait for my food for god knows how long! What a vibrant and lively city!
Since I'm a boring person To simplify my life, I usually go to the same place.
I have quite a healthy diet now.
I still have half of my lunch break left, so I rest and relax in my office and really enjoy some private time.

After lunch, half the stack of newspapers is still on my desk, unfortunately.
While I read the newspapers, my fingers are stained with ink, I wash my hands frequently, so frequent that I'm afraid I'll have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
After the clippings and analysis, I clear them out as I like to keep my office as organized as possible because I am trying very hard to not to be as messy as I naturally am.

Around 4pm, I start stressing myself out because I just realize that I still have some un-finished tasks finish everything and have a break.
If I run out of things to do which rarely happens, I start writing up or even clearing the next day's to-do list, I wish.

At 5: 30, everyone is still working and I start thinking if I stay for another 5 mins  packing up and leave.
I don't know why they always stay behind till late---I am always leaving pretty on time.
I have a life, and even if I love what I do, I need to keep everything in balance.
That said, I turn off the lights of my office, say goodbye to everyone and leave my office with exhaustion a smile.

Dear readers,
Not all the crossed-out parts is what the 'real me' do or think, and of course I can't have my energy up for all day long either.
I'm sure my daily work routine is like a zillion others', but I want to point out one thing:
Attitude changes everything. It really does matter and makes a whole lot of difference.

Having a positive mind means you are more efficient and productive, you do your work better and enjoy it more and you get along with people better--isn't it all we want from work?
So, don't forget to smile and keep your head up!
Remind yourself to discover something new each day and never stop learning!
I do enjoy working my ass off--I believe in the value of hard work and actually EARNING something with effort.

Whether you are a worker ant or a superman (or superwoman), it's yours to choose.
I hope this post gives you a bit of power and support.
Love life. :)

Love,
N

Just Breathe

Every Monday mornings of the next 3 years, I am going to be surrounded by all the newspapers in this city.
Including those from the weekend.
And those from another city.
And the international news.

The smell of ink,
fingertips stained black,
sound of rustling paper,
the ticking of the imaginary clock inside my mind,
thousands and thousands of words that flood me,
pictures of people who tragically died,
crimes that disgust me...

I hear my heart beating fast,
I feel my heartbeat in my eardrums.
My head goes blank, completely blank.
What an ironic contrast with the papers that surround me.

A sudden short of breath,
then I gasped for air.
The surge of air into my lungs awakens me--I'm still alive.

'Did I almost got a panic attack?' I asked myself.

I say to myself,
'it's just some readings. They can't harm you to the tiniest bit.
Slow down. Breathe. One piece at a time.'

Sometimes, even the smallest thing can be overwhelming and suffocating.
And all you have to do is stay calm and just breathe, and disassociate yourself from the stress, panic and anxiety and just do it.

More tasks given to me,
packing almost every night to move to grandparents' place,
parents and brother already confirmed their tickets,
family leaving in just a month...
Bit by bit these stressors, and the immense loneliness, consume me.

Dear readers,
If you happen to be in stress and any kind of overwhelming situation, remember you are not alone.
Breathe, just breathe.
You can do it.

Love,
N

The Curse of 'This Time'

'This time...'
As the words were on my tongue,
a spell was cast.

Every time he says
'this time I am sure where we are,
let me show you the way',
we end up getting lost.

The same thing actually happens to me as well;
the curse of 'this time'.

Every time I hear myself say
'this time it would be different,
I swear I won't mess it up',
I end up ruining it.

What makes me think this time is different?
What so special and exceptional?

It certainly sucks to go through the same
thoughts,
feelings,
and frustration.

You know what's worst?
Same ending.

This time,
it would be different.




Love,
N

An Answer

Sometimes I ask myself, 'why do people allow themselves to be stuck in relationships that they aren't thrilled about anymore?'

Whether it's from my observation or from what people tell me, I have yet to find an answer which I'm happy with.

Until one day, I figured....

We accept the love we think we deserve.


It doesn't mean we think of ourselves as better so we deserve better or more. 

Sometimes, it's the opposite -- sometimes we are afraid of asking for more.

'Asking for more' seems to make us a greedy person. And shouldn't us put people's happiness before ourselves? Especially when there is nothing to complain about the other person?

Perhaps we accept the love, not because the person is the right person--who sends electricity down our spines, who we think of whenever our minds wander, but simply because they do the right things that we think the right person would do.

The association we made: oh! He/she is doing the right thing, so he/she must be the right person!
Nothing but an illusion we create for ourselves.

When one day, we have doubts and ask ourselves, 'shouldn't I be crazily in love?' when we are not,
we say to ourselves 'don't be greedy, appreciate what you have'.

It's just sad. 

Telling ourselves that others have worse problems wouldn't change the fact that we are upset--even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.
Feelings are feelings.

But whether we act upon our feelings, that's a different story.
Most people don't, including myself. 
They just wait for it to go, which takes a long time if the feelings ever disappear.
Or they just kill those feelings.

In a sense, they kill part of themselves.

Love,
N

Upcoming...

A (real life or maybe not) story.
Stay tuned.

Love,
N

Travel: Seoul At a Glance

Was in Seoul, Korea, with my family for the past few days.

Enjoyed the quality time with family and get-togethers with friends in Korea.

Now, picture time.

 Dongdaemun

Small boutique in Bukchon Hanok Village

Exterior of an antique shop in Bukchon

Hanok (Traditional Korean houses)

Changdeokgung Palace--my favourite palace in Seoul

War Memorial of Korea

Real story of brothers reunited during war

Noryangjin Seafood Market

Fishhyyy

One of the many street food stalls in Myeongdong

Traditional Korean culture experience centre

Gonna write a post or two about my lists of must-eat, must-go and must-see of traveling in Seoul.
More to come later...stay tuned!

Love,
N

A Little Note from Seoul

Sending you support all the way from Korea.

Stay positive, have faith and keep going.
Things are gonna be fine.
Just remember that you are awesome and that you always have my support, no matter where I am.
:)

Love,
N

On Trust

In a world that is filled with all sorts of information, especially when you cannot find out which of the things you heard is true and which are not, sometimes I just have to rely on my intuition.

While people have been saying that intuition is not scientific and not rational, I think most people are underestimating it.
True that it is not always correct, but I also see it as an accumulation of one's knowledge and experience which allows the person to make choices without the need to even think.

I don't like hearing different sides of the story from people, because the truth is always distorted.
When it comes to human relationships, it is even worse.
Perhaps certain things happened, but the people involved could have so different perception and interpretations of the event that when they re-tell me the story of what happened, it seems like they are telling me completely different things.

I no longer like to guess people's motives because I find it too exhausting and pointless-- my guess is merely my interpretation and could be nothing close from the truth.
And most of the time, what people do is none of my business and I don't like to judge.

The thing is, I have heard things about people I trust.
Sometimes I get mad or overreact to what I heard, but it is only because I have a high opinion on the particular person.
But after a while, I would hear my inner voice.
That gentle but firm, powerful voice that comes from within would quiet my doubts, distrust and insecurities, in just two simple but powerful words, 'trust him/her.'

And yes, I listen to my inner voice/ intuition/ my heart and I'm gonna do exactly what it tells me: to trust, wholeheartedly and completely.

The one thing that stops doubt and mistrust is simply to trust.
It is not that I have never been disappointed or mistrusted anyone, it is just that I still have the faith that as long as I keep trusting, I would be able to find the trustworthy ones.

Dear readers,
Stop guessing or hiding feelings and thoughts. Talk things out. Keep trusting.
Those who deserve your trust would stay. :)

Love,
N

Me: 1, Packing: 0

Gonna be on Korean soil for the 3rd or 4th time within 2 years.

I have the eternal weakness in packing for a trip--I can't pack quickly and I can't pack light.

Taking the painful experiences of insanely heavy luggages during previous trips, I swear to myself I can't overpack anymore.

But this time, it seems to me that I won the battle. Woohoo!

Proud of myself for being able to:

1) pack everything in 30mins to an hour (let's hope I didn't forget anything)

2) did not try on a single piece of garment 

3) did not build a castle of clothes or bury myself in the sea of clothes

4) did not sit hopelessly pathetic among piles of clothes, trying not to burst into tears

5) probably did not overpack (at least not too much)

Clap clap!! *Applause for myself*

I am the one who planned the whole thing. So there are still a few challenges ahead.

So, Round 1: Me VS Packing, I won.

Round 2: Me VS Directions.

One of the biggest obstacles being my lack of orientation.

Other than the fact that I'm 'mathematically-disabled', I am also 'direction-blind'.

Well, sorry, I'm just a very typical woman.

Interestingly, my mum has amazing orientation. 

She could 'sense' the directions and tell you which way is north/east/south/west, without using a compass.

I asked her how she did it, she said, 'it's easy, how can you not know the directions?'

Super mom, I just don't have your super power!

And I never liked following strict plans of 'where to go' and 'what's our next stop'.

I prefer spontaneity, going on adventures and discovering the unexpected.

To appreciate life, to some extent, means appreciating the little surprises along our way, isn't it?

Confession: I know myself well enough that I know I would get lost. So in our rather flexible plans for each day, there is extra time reserved for 'getting lost'.

Wish me luck! :)

Can't wait to see my girl friend too!

P.S. Was talking with my mum about the places we are going and trip-related stuffs, suddenly distracted by a very familiar voice (from the TV), it was Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes.

I stopped the conversation, stared at the TV and basically swooned over his charm.

After the commercial, I completely forgot what I was saying. And I was blushing already. 

(It was just a 15 second thing)

Mum rolled her eyes and made fun of me.

Obsession, obsession...

Love,

N

My Little Lover

I was talking to my brother.
'He is looking at you,' my brother said.
'Who?' I asked, as I turned my head to see who my brother is talking about.

There he was, sitting across the table, gazing at me.
My eyes met his.
I smiled and then he looked away.

I continued with the conversation with my brother who, after a few seconds, said, 'he is looking at you again.'
So again, I turned around and looked at him.
This time I winked at him.
He turned his head away and smiled so beautifully, which made me smile too.

There is something special about boys and guys who play coy, or just being naturally shy.
It's just really cute.

Didn't want to be too distracted, I continued talking to my brother.
But something interrupted and distracted me--I felt a slight touch, or more accurately a poke, on my waist.
I was slightly shocked when I saw that it was him who was standing behind me.

'Hi,' he said softly.
'Hi,' I replied.
He was so shy that he was looking at the floor most of the time while clenching his fists and playing with his fingers.
'Don't be shy,' I tried to encourage him.

To break the ice, I asked him the first question--his name.
He spoke so softly that I could hardly catch it.
Then he asked me for my name and I answered.

I love it when he smiles so shyly whenever I say something to him, so incredibly cute.

I asked him the next question: 'How old are you?'
He kept his head down and raised his fingers, '2.'
Yes, my little lover is a 2-year old boy.

He looked up and said, 'but I'm gonna be 3 years old soon!'

After the meal, when we were all about to leave.
This shy little boy came to me again to say goodbye.
Then when we were actually leaving the restaurant, he didn't want to leave.
His aunt tried to hold him and he refused.

His mum said to him, 'do you want to give her a goodbye kiss?'
He nodded.
He was reaching out his arms, wanting me to hold him.
I did.
And he gave me the sweetest goodbye kiss,
while his mum was standing next me, shaking her head, 'he loves you.'

'Girls love him too, I'm sure,' I said.

Oh my little lover, he is such a sweetheart.
:)

Love,
N

A Cruel Moment of Realization

No matter how exhausted I am after the Chinese New Year celebrations, I still don't fall sound asleep.

In the middle of a quiet night, my phone vibrated--probably just because a random promotional junk mail landed in my mailbox.

That buzz woke me up. 

I was completely and wide awake the moment that buzz hit my eardrums.

I opened my eyes and found myself balled up in fetal position in bed.

It was then when I realized something...

Chinese New Year is all about family.

This Chinese New Year is already so different this year----with the absence of my cousin.

If home is where the heart is, what will Chinese New Year be like next year?

I don't even wanna think about it.

My family has been the source of my sense of security throughout my life. 

And I'm sure it is gonna be, for as long as I live.

Not only them, but also people around me and those I love and hold dear.

But I can't help feeling that the earth under my feet is shaking.

The mantle of my life is shifting--perhaps slowly but things are definitely changing.

Whether the changes are for the better or for the worse, I do not know.

And I have faith that while life has plenty of unpleasant things, life is gonna surprise me in good way too.

But it wasn't the changes that hit me hard, it was the realization that I was balled up into fetal position that alarmed me.

Yes, the position itself.

It is the fetal position that I realize my body just screamed in my face, telling me that I have been feeling so insecure, weak and vulnerable lately.

And this is what bothers me.

Still balled up on my bed, I snuggled up tighter as if the position can shield me from the sense of insecurity that comes from within.

That moment, together with the silence and darkness of the night, I felt terribly lonely.

Eventually, I fell asleep as the moment of loneliness gave way to physical exhaustion.

The next day, the sense of loneliness and insecurity lingered for a while, until I get dressed to attend yet another gathering on this festive period of the year.

How ironic.

Dear readers, sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the festive mood of Chinese New Year.

I just have to write it down because it bothers me too much.

Anyway, wish you a happy Chinese New Year.

Wish you happiness, good health, lots of love and abundance of blessings in the year of Snake.

Thanks for reading. :)

Love,

N

Refuse to Sleep

Sometimes when I look back on my life, I can't help but ask myself: 'what was I thinking?'
Most of the time, the answer is simply that I wasn't even thinking.

Things just happen, work got themselves done without me being conscious, people come and go...
it's a bit like I was sleeping in some years.
Probably a whole decade.

And when I recall what happened, it's kind of like a dream.
Certainly the experiences and feelings are real, but they are so distant and blurred now, at least some of it.

There are moments in my life that I feel 'wow, I'm finally awake.'
That feeling of being alive.
That feeling of presence.
It's such an awesome feeling, knowing that I'm really living a life, embracing it and living it to the fullest, not just existing and merely surviving.

These recent years is one of the periods of my life that I feel alive and awake.
But now, I feel like I'm gradually falling asleep again.
Ironically, when the reality is that physically I can't fall asleep.

Not that I hate my life--I don't, it's a sin not to love your life.
I just feel like I'm losing a purpose.
I'm just wandering around, directionless and without a purpose.
And certainly I hate this feeling of being lost, stuck and trapped.

Sure, to stop and smell the rose is nice, but what is life when things put you into a halt?
Even if you are in the most beautiful garden of eden, you get bored, you get sick and tired of it.
Things have opposites for a reason.
If you do not know the value of hard work, you don't know how enjoy the pleasure of rest.
If you do not know the pain of sadness, you don't appreciate the joy of happiness.
So now, 'pleasure, rest and free time' translate to me as 'boredom, doubts in self-worth, punishing myself to be lazy and useless'.

It's basically a sin not to enjoy and embrace life, but it's equally a sin when you put your life into waste by living without a purpose.
What piss me off the most is that the lack of control--when someone else decide for you when you get to do something.
Worse, it's by those who you completely don't know and don't give a fuck about how long you have been waiting.

You know what, you are gonna have all the time you need to finish whatever procedure you need to.
And in the mean time, I'm not gonna waste my time 'preparing for it'.
I'm just gonna cross that off my list and write a big 'FUCK YOU' next to it.

I'm just gonna read whatever I wanna read,
paint as frequent as I want,
go to whatever I want to,
spend the entire day on the beach even if it's still not warm enough.
If I wanna travel, I'll get the tickets and fly away.
And you know what, I'm gonna switch my phone back to 'silent and vibrate mode' because I'm not gonna keep my phone near me 24/7 and constantly ask myself 'when do I get a call from them?'
I don't give a shit, if you can't reach me, leave a message.

I just can't occupy myself with people that waste my time.
I just can't let people put me on wait for as long as the please--complete waste of my time and patience.
I just can't let people stir negativity and other unpleasant things in my life--it's too beautiful to be polluted.
I just can't have someone else fill in my schedule for me.
I just can't let my future self look back at my current stage of life and feel like 'I was asleep the whole time'.
I just can't.

There are so many things that we can't control, but we can change our attitude.
Yes, they make me wait. But I refuse to put them on my list of priorities.
I'm just gonna live my life exactly the way I want to, one day at a time and enjoy it.

Love life as hard as I possibly can.
Girl, welcome back.
I like you better this way. :)

Love,
N

Sleep

Three weeks ago, I was sick.

I was so sedated by the pills that I can barely leave my bed, or at least I can't leave my bed for more than 2 hours.

And these two weeks, I have trouble sleeping.

My body is certainly tired but my mind is a tossing sea.

And somehow I'm resistant to sleeping pills now, they no longer work.

Is this karma? Why me? *dramatic and desperate tone*

Two weeks of minimal and irregular sleep is such a torture.

But I'm happy that finally I got a good night's sleep last night.

It was so perfect that I fell asleep soon after I closed my eyes, and when I open them again, it's morning.

Felt like a blooming flower.

Thanks to you.

Well, not just you I guess.

Dinner was great, the old Bond movie was boring enough and I drank enough.

But still, it's you mainly. :)

Being a typical introvert, I love staying in.

Preparing dinner and watching movies--simple but perfect for me.

I just love snuggling up with you, 

sitting on your lap, 

you massaging my feet when we're on the sofa,

resting my head on your shoulder,

tickling you, (which you hate but I absolutely love)

just talking with you in bed, about everything, 

you kissing my forehand...

I could write an endless list in things I love to do with you.

To be honest, even though you scared me when we were waiting for the elevator and I was so shocked that I screamed, I still love it--because at the end of all these pranks, you always hug me tight to calm my nerves.

And thank you for getting the old Bond movie--the fact that we didn't finish it doesn't undermine my appreciation for you. 

It's such a sweet thing that you bring a movie to my place, especially when it's a Bond movie. (or Iron Man)

Thank you for putting me to bed, as if I'm still a little girl.

Thank you for making sure I'm calm and relaxed before you leave my place.

Thank you for the goodnight hugs and kisses.

You are my rock.

Your arms are my castle.

The mere sight of you lightens me up.

Your presence makes me feel safe and contented.

And you have the magical power to shield me from my worries. 

(Well, given you aren't the source of my problems)

I fall in love with all these adorable little things that people do.

It's always the little things people do that captures my heart.

Or the little sweet things they say that I remember most.
You know, it's actually easy to win over my heart--it's all the little things.
How difficult is saying 'I miss you' really? Or 'I have been thinking about you'?
Maybe I was born in the wrong time where people show love, affection and care so differently.

(Un/)fortunately, people don't seem to put enough of their hearts and effort in doing these little things.

I can never figure out if they just never have enough time or they simply don't have the heart to do so. Maybe both.

There were times that I blamed you for not being there when I needed you most.

But this time, you do all these things in the right way, at the right time--when I need support and comfort most. 

Thank you. :)

Love,

N