Through with December; here’s the last one from December 3, 2017! Eldest Sis, on friendship: “Find yourself friends who will be anchors. I don’t mean that you always have to stick by each other; what I mean is friends who will ground you – through the years, and times.” — [Photo of my Miri faves] … More “Find yourself friends who will be anchors.”
Another woeful piece written in December – on the 10th, to be precise -: Eldest Sis believes strongly in this particular quote: “I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.” — from The Last Samurai (2003) The quote came to my mind again last night when I joined Mum for … More “I think a man does what he can, until his destiny is revealed.”
A piece I wrote on December 11, 2017 – an ode to (forever my) Housemate #1: “I won’t call it regret… maybe wonderment. A series of what ifs – what if I tried harder? What if I stayed back for a few more years? I’m not envious of others’ good news, that I’m clear – … More “So when you hear of others’ good news, you shouldn’t feel shorthanded-“
One of my favorite year-end musing – here’s from December 17, 2017: A rainy Sunday-evening-in-December confession: 2017 is yet another year of confronting cultural emotional baggage and continued confusion of my longtime ocean of identity crisis where I’m neither quite this nor that, thus never quite accepted or comfortable in either. I recently told Eldest … More cultural emotional baggage.
I know this may seem like an odd exercise, but I like to think I’m safekeeping my blurbs and thoughts presented in words. Here’s a musing written on December 29, 2017: Some thoughts qon ‘self-love’ / ‘self-care’: As much as it’s important to be kind and to take care of ourselves, we really ought to … More “You can be sorry for yourself, but what are you doing about it?”
From December 30, 2017: Georgetown is lovely – straddling between nostalgia and modernization; multi-ethnicities, cultures and religions; changing times… it feels very much like an amalgam of everything it was, is, and could potentially be – which feels crazy familiar. It’s like finding and observing myself in concrete spaces, architectures, and backstories. I told Eldest … More ‘otherness’
Written on January 17, 2018 – reposting because how quickly I’d forgotten… -: A newish friend with whom I enjoy exchanging stories of work-life with (cos of the parallelism in our respective journeys, a year apart, and how hard we are on ourselves) mulled this today, “When I think of myself today at 27 – … More ‘growth is a lifelong craft’
Many years ago, at a time when I barely understood the word ‘integrity‘, Third Sis spoke of it with conviction. I was then telling her about the kind of shady things that happen in businesses and corporations; dealings that are unethical and corrupt etc. In my idealism and strong on principles, I was naturally both … More (I’m)possible.
Happy New Year 2018! I was asked if this blog is dead – it isn’t (I think) but I admit that I write my reflections and dailies on Facebook now, preferring to write under my name instead of a pseudonym. Grateful I was asked this though cos it reminded me that I needed to be … More “My point is: growth is a lifelong craft.”
I want to make sure that I write this proper as closure: We finally met on Friday night where I was upfront and confrontational, asking most if not all of the questions I’d meant to ask for so long now. My conclusion is he’s an idiot. Two nights later, I think of him as a … More November: the end.