Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, February 21, 2014

ROOM FOR FAILURE

I gave myself a month to settle into the new year and... Nope, I'm still very much in the holiday spirit. The thought of work and all its incessant nonsense is too draining. As much as I'm conflicted about my job, I've decided not to quit.

Ugh.


We tend to not leave room for failures and leave when things don't go the way we imagine them to be. But we need to understand that life isn't all about satisfying our desires and our wants and finding things that fit our mould of what defines happiness. 

You don't just quit when your expectations are not met. I'm not encouraging people to continue sucking up and sticking around an unhappy relationship or a bad working environment. But I'm saying that we should pick out what makes it awful and at least try fixing it before calling it quits.


Many times we don't simply get into a "good" job or get into a "good" relationship. Once reality sets in and things go a little beyond that "nice working environment" and "nice boyfriend" phase, we have to make a conscious effort to maintain them and make them, in your definition, "good".

I'm not exactly in a perfect job right now. I don't have a decent pay increment, my working hours are usually crappy, I don't get offs even when I work weekends during a long-term project, I don't get any OT pay, my bonuses depend on my bosses' moods... I'm unhappy. But my friends are far off worse than me and yet they're still trying to make their jobs work. So will I. Not quitting unless it's abusive.

Meanwhile I'm just gonna be a regular worker who is dying to get off work and dreams of holidays and flying sushi.

Monday, January 27, 2014

^$*&$%&@

This is something a Type A girl hates to admit: MY LIFE IS A MESS.

I hated January, as much as, if not more, than 2013, which sucked. So many commas. 

Everything seems to be snowballing into a giant ball of dirty laundry. There's this disgusting trend that I've been creating and I just can't help it -- The desire to be in control of my life till the very decision of what I'm putting into my mouth, yet allowing everything else that swims around my life to spin out of control. 

It's like, my calendar is yummy but my room looks as if a tornado ran through it.

My clothes have been mysteriously disappearing and thus I keep buying more to make up for that. I need to put a shopping ban on myself. The issue here isn't that there's a perv stealing all my underwear and garments - this treasure hunt is self created. Both my tabletop and my floor, has now turned into my wardrobe. Epiphany: I've created two tiny hills in my room. I'm not even exaggerating.

And my dog sleeps on it.

The bedroom reflects the life. Whenever my life is a mess, it shows up in my room. My relationship with The Boyfriend is as screwed up as my makeshift hill of clothes. And we're regretful and frustrated. Lots of tears and self inflicted pain and broken hearts. But we're praying and crying out loud to God to take control of our relationship. We can't do it alone.

And my relationship with work is… obviously sore. It's as stale as a slice of rotten cheese. I wish I could go on talking about it, which sometimes makes me feel better. But then again, I really can't put myself through talking about my failure anymore so I decided against it.

In all, my unorganized life is disgusting. I need to reorganize. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

WE'RE ALL REPLACEABLE

37 Things You’ll Regret When You’re Old


Henry David Thoreau once said that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. It came to me, now at the end of my 24 year old journey, that there are things I will have to put behind, and they will pass an invisible boundary. New laws establish themselves, old laws expand and vanish.

Perhaps in proportion I should have simplified my life and so the laws of the universe will appear less complex. Perhaps then, will I be able to live with the license of a higher order of beings.

One could have guessed by now, yes, I'm stuck in this constant vicious endless cycle of my quarter life crisis. Bored with my existence, bored with the cynicism that I have to erase every morning, bored with every single shit that's happening in my life. 

No, we're not the hot, young, and talented. We're the most disposable and replaceable. And once disposed of we'll probably have to work for scraps again. Singapore creative industry's brutally uncertain market is the perfect clammy breeding ground for a quarter life crisis.

As much as pleasure and pride exist within such a vicious industry, dissatisfaction and uncertainness brews at each passing (and droning) day. You slug your way to work, you work your guts out, countless number of over-times unaccounted for... but at the end of the day you wonder where this dark tunnel leads to. Is a light waiting for you at the end of it or is there a dark hole waiting for you to fall in and crush your pathetic bones.

You’ve told many people, many times that, “you don’t care how much money you make, you just want to do what you love.” Nervously, you wondered how much money “not caring” really looks like. Backtrack. You wonder if all this is worth it. Is passion worth hauling your ass off?

Passion is cheap, asshole.


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

LESSON ON ENVY

I'm learning to deal with negative feelings, like envy and jealousy.

Envious of normal stuff. Women with more successful careers, things like that. I'm finding that if you try to resist your envy, it sticks around. But if you accept it as natural, don't judge yourself, and leave it as part of God's big plan for you, it will pass, like a cloud.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

THE FILMMAKER

You’ve told many people, many times that, “you don’t care how much money you make, you just want to do what you love.” Nervously, you wondered how much money “not caring” really looks like.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

FORGIVENESS

Unforgivingness is the elixir of the wounded heart; a bewitching balm that only appears to soothe our pain. But in truth—it is a deadly poison that corrodes the vessel containing it from the inside out.

As long as this unforgiving chain exists, there will always be something or someone to give it a tug that will pull you back to revisit once again every horrible thing that has happened to you; to help you reclaim over and over your victim status and be swallowed up in anger or bitterness or self-pity. This is the power of unforgiveness.

It is the highest form of slavery holding you under the power of your offender and causing you to relive over and over again the abuse, the words, the pain, the rejection. It causes us to withdraw from others and build a wall around us in an effort to protect ourselves from further hurt and disappointment.

It's an evil cycle --

First we start to bury our feelings. Things that are buried are forgotten. And things that are forgotten are never dealt with. People will go to great lengths to suppress their hurt or cover it up. It is sometimes easier to deny feelings than to face or deal with the pain. The thought of confrontation may be terrifying because it usually means experiencing more conflict, more rejection, and more disappointment. Keeping silent, and withholding forgiveness can be an agonizing experiencing.

King David expressed it this way, “When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer.” (Psalm 32:3-4)

Then silently by ourselves we start to plot our revenge, either outrightly or in stealth. We start to act on our bad feelings. The instinct for revenge can be so powerful that we make the wrong choice to return evil for evil.

But we will never get satisfied out of our little acts of revenge. Soon we start to build walls around us. We begin to withdraw from others in an effort to protect ourselves from further hurt and disappointment. Walls of hardness go up to prevent anyone from getting close enough to see our vulnerability. These walls can become so thick there is no opening in our heart to allow us to give or receive love.

And then behind our thick walls, we start to identify ourselves as victims. And this spawns feelings of fragility and an inability to cope. Our emotions become like an “eggshell” so that the very least offence will crush us and cause us to retreat into ourselves, or to react explosively.

We can never get out of it. We start to revisit the offense again and again. When offences are buried or hidden in the closet of our heart, it is much easier to revisit that hurtful event; to go back and rehearse over and over again what happened to you. Rehearsing an offence feeds and strengthens bitterness and self-pity and perpetuates the “victim” mentality.

Ultimately, we become offensive ourselves. This bitterness keeps our pain alive to the point that we may find ourselves wanting to inflict that same hurt on others.

But Jesus is clearly telling us that withholding forgiveness cuts off that relational flow of God’s mercy that we all so desperately need. We become like a ship cut loose from its anchor—drifting aimlessly and without hope on a sea of bitterness and anger.

Forgiveness and love are like Siamese twins. They can never be separated. Loving someone you have forgiven may be difficult, but true forgiveness will make such a sacrifice. True forgiveness breaks down walls and ushers love into our hearts; it builds bridges, not walls.

“But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before.” Philippians 3:13

Monday, August 24, 2009

Everything ends with a tiny note

Everything ends with a tiny note: “不要放弃”



Pretty adamant about "keeping my life the way it has always been". But. I'm compelled to make the bold move of doing otherwise. 'Cos I'm freaking dweeb-ed to the bone, it's pathetic.

After I closed an important chapter of my life a couple of months ago, I've been wrecked and lost. Motivation to move on has always been in my mind but has never exactly worked out. And work has been, well, taking up a whole lot of my energy. It's ruining me. I walk worrying about it, play worrying about it, bathe worrying about it, eat worrying about it, and sleep worrying about it.

Haven't had a good sleep in days. I'll sleep in intervals of 2 hours, before finally waking up in a jolt with a loud "S**T" hanging on my mouth. I'll be rushing to the computer to check my mails and then brush my teeth with one hand and type with the other.

I even had to work while hanging out with PB - Picking up calls and making arrangements in the midst of a movie. Really apologetic about it :-(

But well I guess this tiny bridge of mine will be making its "semicolon mark" pretty soon as I step into a new chapter of my life. Wonder oh wonder what exactly has been installed for me.

Dear Lord, give me a clue? xx

Saturday, May 09, 2009

I don't like to go out 'cos I'm ugly

I don't like to go out 'cos I'm ugly

And all people who think so too will probably tell me I'm not ugly so I won't self-improv; this way you will look better when you stand beside me.

Yuck. Lousy friends, you are ugly too.





Anyway, my life's been so great I've been thanking God every night.


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This one very special day PB surprised me at my house presenting me the latest baby that I've just bought online - My FE. Also, PB brought me to ichiban and we ate a lot till we have twins in our tummy. My break is like the best break, ever. Whoever gets real break (or rather, holidays) like me? I went Hong Kong, about to go Sunway Lagoon in June, and then Redang in July. PLUS. I enjoy every outing I had with friends and baby, and I'm slowly picking photography up. Loving it, but love it even more after all the photography trips with PB.

(Sorry, I'm too happy I forgot my paragraphs.)

He's been the nicest thing!

Recently,

1. He brought me out for a MOVIE (he prefers downloading them),
2. had loads of good (and expensive) food,
3. he keeps helping me bid my shopping stuff on ebay till he's having a headache,
4. he acts as a pirate on my behalf 'cos I'm a noob and my internet sucks (all the advanced movies that are still not out yet in Sg + all the albumSSS + antm seaonSSS + serialSSS),
5. he never fail to talk to me when I don't feel like sleeping yet,
6. he surprises me when I'm having a bad day,
7. he accompanies me to my fave QING DYNASTY: KANG XI (he's my second favorite after Ci Xi) showcase in asian civilisations museum,
8. and he even wants to get my favorite OMGOMGOMG for me!

How can anyone be happier than me? LOVEYOU!


Friday, October 10, 2008

Feeling the colour 'blum'

Feeling the colour 'blum'

I've been updating so frequently nowadays and I'm not happy with that.
Why do I always have so many things to talk about?
It isn't normal. My life should be so packed I don't have the time to blog.

I'd like to be a little bit more excited with life. Like, being spontaneous and crash some country - Take some play shots, work to survive, meet new people, take risks.

Ah, what joy.

Anyway I've got 3 pairs of falsies (self-given name; but I'm sure there's a more accurate name for it) and I'm not sure on which occasion should I wear 'em. They're so pretty I want to flaunt 'em! But well really, I don't even wear much makeup (I only wear eyeliner like 2 or 3 times my entire life?) and putting on falsies all of the sudden would make me look weird. No, lame.

One of my falsies, VOV criss-cross in 10:


It's freaky when you're looking at it for the first time.

I can totally picture people talking 'bout my lashes, asking me ridiculous questions like "why you put on falsies" and "what's with those lashes"; or statements like "you look funny" and "so vain nowadays, ah". But well, there's always a first time for everything right?

I can remember the time when I started wearing contact lenses. Tons of people rushed in commenting on how vain I've become, how queer I look without glasses... But see, they got used to it eventually and everyone's shut up already.

Maybe being vain is indeed part and parcel of growing up ;P