Showing posts with label Life; Ache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life; Ache. Show all posts

Monday, November 11, 2013

Rereading those old posts ...


PRE-NOTE: I found an old blog post dating back in April 2008. Back then while still new in the blogging world, I wrote a few amateurish posts. Correction. I wrote a few self-pitying posts all in the name of ranting with the hopes to unload negative vibes off my soul. I’m a little  embarrassed to share, but shame is sometimes an important emotion to feel, I believe. It’s corrective, like guilt. The key is not to let the guilt and shame overwhelm your ability to improve yourself and your behavior. 
 


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The Worst Kind Of Fool...

… Acts without thinking, gets lead by the heart, rushes in deciding, enjoys the bliss way before the damages start to sink in, waits too long until it’s too late to turn back, blames herself for the unavoidable circumstances, and finds it hard to find in another person what she has always found in someone else.

The worst kind of fool is always misunderstood. Nobody takes her seriously, especially when she’s hurting. Nobody tries to reason with or understand her, they just be. 

The worst kind of fool heals harder and longer, if at all.

If I am a fool, I’d be all that. But what kind of a person would go through a life-altering experience and not be moved by it? What kind of a fool would die trying to find a silver lining in the midst of a brewing storm? What kind of a fool acts like nothing has happened when her very being has been destined by what she has seen, done and where she has been?

To all the worst kinds of fools out there… it is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all. If it doesn’t break your heart, it is not love.

Tomorrow is another new day. Take each step in faith. For I believe that everything happens for a reason, for if it didn’t, it won’t have happened. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day to better the kind of fool I am.

Cheers.

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POST NOTE: Did I really write all that? Don't ask me what. But I feel like it sounded raw, like a fresh scar from a wound not quite closed yet but itching all over wanting to bleed.  I looked back at what I've been through years ago, and it's reassuring to know that I am still a whole person today, albeit a little jaded. But that's what life does to you. And I thank God everyday that I am able to look the world in the eye right now and say I have been the worst kind of fool and that has made me smarter. And Blessed.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Here's to all the single ladies ...

Be kind to single people.

Hold that thought. This is going to a long one. I just suddenly developed the need to spill out some confessions, of my own, that is. But perhaps just a word of reminder: the words you will read henceforth will reflect my opinion alone, and not necessarily of others. Although sometimes it does help that they give me some valid points to share here.

You watched my surprised proposal video right? Yes I am right now happily affianced to the loveliest most caring most understanding most loving man on the face of the earth, pardon the superlatives. No kidding. I am just a few months away from getting properly married too, but I'll leave that details for later. But first things first.

Way before I get to this position, I was once single. Alone. But might I add, if it isn't too much to believe, not lonely at all? Here's to all the single ladies out there.

Confession number one: I am a late bloomer *and proud of it*. I seem to be doing or discovering most things a bit late in life. From blooming as a woman (biological stuffs, you know what I mean) to getting a good job that pays well to buying a property to getting hitched... it's like a life pattern. A story of my life really. Not that I'm complaining because I know things are in good hands with the Lord.

When it comes down to it, getting married later in life is not necessarily every sane woman's choice for herself. In fact, I can count on one hand alone just how many past relationships I have, including the  puppy loves but excluding the crushes that the subjects know nothing about. Being focused about other things may have been the main culprits like the pressure to get good grades and good education, or the pressure of pursuing a good career etc.

Google Pic & Courtesy of Dreamfilm.ca

So you see, I have been single -- as in unmarried, but not necessarily unattached throughout that period of time -- for quite a while before this event and my state of being solo has been the talk and grievances (for lack of a better word) of a lot of aunties and relatives including my married friends and acquaintances. Those in the married boat. Those who have kids. Those who look like they constantly need a holiday. Those who are no longer single and available. All those from whom cometh forth constant words of pressure to get into the same boat with them. Well granted, some say it in a much nicer way but still pressure nonetheless.

Which is what I don't get really. Why are they adamant on seeing single people get married?

Weird thing is: Even my parents don't pressure me to get married. Me, and my other two unmarried sisters. If at all, they just continue to love and steady us as we navigate life and life's choices. My dad once said "If I had it my way, I want all my girls to just stay with me." That may sound a little selfish, but trust me, when you look at it from my point of view, it's merely a dad being a father who doesn't want his little girls to grow up and someday potentially leave him to cleave to another man. Hearing him say that just made it easier to choose to stay single longer.

My mom on the other hand, only says -- in not so many words -- "If you want to get married someday, just please choose a good man. You need someone to take care of you after we are gone anyway." How to choose a good man? "Have faith in God that He will provide", she said. Sounds like no clue really, but my mom have always been the wiser one in all things.

Confession number two: I chose to stay unmarried for however long I could. It wasn't because I don't want to get married, or that I prefer to be single, or that no one wants me, or because I don't want anyone, or that no one had proposed or even showed signs of being interested in me, or that I was too career-minded, or that I was being too choosy, or whatever reasons you can come up with. If I were to name of a reason, I would say that it's because I don't feel that it is the right time yet.

Oh I do get that 'pity' look once in a while when other younger cousins or relatives or friends get married and I happened to be invited. I do hear those whispers behind my back sometimes. It gets more annoying as the years passed. Sometimes I choose not to attend to preserve myself from unnecessary pain. I'm human too, of course I get hurt if poked too often.

Come on. There is no rule on earth that says you must get married at a certain age in your life. No rule except the one made and dictated by society. No rule except the one practiced and handed down from generations. If society mandates that you must get married at 20, then what are you if you are still single by the time you reach 30? Old? If that is so, then I am ancient indeed.

If you are ready to marry at 18 even, go ahead. It is your choice or your family's. If you discover love and being proposed to at 40, why not? At 50? Why the heck not? What's the difference between you and that teenager? Don't laugh because you might not have the last laugh later.

I say, getting married is not the ultimate goal in a person's life. Get married only when you are good and ready. Not because everyone else is doing it. Not because you are pressured in doing so. Not because you are caught with your pants down. And definitely not because you are pregnant. Unless you have a gun pointed to your head, you better know what you are getting yourself into. Whatever age you choose to do it, don't let society dictate your one big-life choices for you. And for whatever reason you choose to go forth with it, don't let it be for reasons other than mutual feelings and understanding. In other words, do it for that butterfly-in-your-stomach feeling called love.

Google pic & Courtesy of Vimeo.com

Of course, this does not take into account that some of us might not be so lucky blessed in life or that some of us probably do not have any choice in the matter. But for those who do, well, this is for you.

Confession number three: Ruling out everything else and whatever society made of it, being single is fun, in fact, it isn't necessary lonely. Oh of course it had its moment, those awkward phases you go through, but at the end of the day, you still feel like you reign in your own world and no one would've been any wiser. The feeling of loneliness that sometimes come from being alone can only be felt if you try too hard to avoid it. Try embracing it. You might be surprised at the things you'll discover and the journey you'll travel.

Not saying that being single does not have its challenges because of course it does -- like being the odd one out in a group of couples' outing. Or having to go with your girlfriend to a movie date and people looking at you both funny.

I know a mother with five kids, one about my age. Her ultimate goal in life, it seemed, was ensuring they have good education, good jobs, and good spouses. So when the last of her children got married, she proudly bragged to my mother (and I had the misfortune to overhear the conversation) that her 'job is done'. My feeling at that time was like "Wow. That was it? This is what your life's biggest achievement is all about?"

But who am I to say anything about it right? Perhaps getting married is their ultimate goal. Then what's next ...having kids? It will always escalate. The society is never satisfied.

Once I asked my elder sister how she dealt with being single and she just shrugged and said "Why worry? We know better. Why do we need to explain ourselves to anyone for our own choices?"

How wise of her to point that out. People don't always get us one way or another anyway, so why not just let it go? Choosing to be single for however long one decides, is a choice one made and therefore should be respected. Besides, one should never ram one's view down another's throat while at the same time refuse to accept other people's view.

That being said, my little insignificant advice to all the single ladies out there: Chill and enjoy your single-hood. If your time isn't here yet, don't force it. If a guy doesn't show any interest in you, leave it alone, don't change his mind overnight. No matter how pretty you make-over yourself, if a guy isn't interested, chances are he just isn't. Never try too hard to please anyone, especially at the cost of your own pride or dignity. When you don't look for it is usually when it hits you. I mean, look at me. =)

Google pic & courtesy of http://samriddhirai.blogspot.com

And to the rest of the already married friends and acquaintances, be kind to single people. Weren't we all like that once? They have feelings too. Besides, marriage is a lifetime responsibility and the more you pressure people to join in the boat, the more you begin to look like you want out of the boat. Maybe not, I'm just wondering. But if we can relax about it, then you should too. There's a time for everything under the sun.

As for me, hey my time is soon up to close that chapter in my life. It is still my choice. Like someday it will be yours too. And since this is one long entry, you might not hear anything from me soon until it has come to pass.

Don't let anyone bring you down, make you feel down, or look down at you my lovelies. Timing is everything.

You have fun now!

P/s: By the way, my sister writes a very good post about The Single Life, exactly what I wanted to say, but she beat me to it months back. Hey ho. Read all about it in her blog HERE.


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

A little way too unwell...

Familiarity either breeds contempt, or nurtures tenderness. At some point, you're bound to remember names of something you keep in close contact with. Like your prescribed drugs. Including the active chemical ingredients.

Left for daytime intake, right for night-time baby-sleep quality

Like everything with a season, the flu bug stung a lot of people in my surrounding, so I must've caught it from someone. No fun being sick at a time like this, just when the new Cabinet lineup has just been announced, and with the pre-planned vacation just around the corner. Takes the fun out of blogging about it. Day 7 and the lumpy feeling at the back of the throat just itches to be scratched.

So nothing heavy today. No head-cracking post. No deep talk. No emotional drama. Just lots of mucus, phlegm, sticky spit, bitter aftertaste, and wet tissues. Hoping to bounce back with more energy and savory posts soon.

 Office companion...

Meanwhile, at the risk of being too dependent on doctor-prescribed medication, what's the best home remedy for sore throat and stubborn flu, anyone?

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Home and away ...

It's a weekend routine, coming home to my suburban little kampung.

Here's home -- where people don't lock their doors in the daytime and still feel safe. Where the streams flow clearly you can see minnows swimming and chasing baits. Where there are no gates and people still ask permission to walk about anyway. Where neighbours borrow sugar and rice from each other without expecting a return. Where the coffee is always hot and the everyday meal seems tastier  than usual. Where everybody knows most basic things about each other and the other's daughters or sons, and still feel the need to protect their secrets. Where everybody else is mostly related somehow or another. Where the grass is greener but youngsters still leave them for the bright lights of the city. Where the heart is.

The journey home ... now there's that private moment alone to do a lot of thinking about the past, the future and the current present. There's something about driving solo into the sunset that makes a person just feels melancholic and a tad too emotional to understand, or sometimes dreamy and distant. Or maybe it's just me... anticipating the outstretched welcoming arms of home.


Now that I have my own little loft in the city away from home, I realised that that journey home is getting less. And now that I have another valid reason to not come home more often, the sunsets just slowly fade from my memories. Spending more time creating and living my own little world away from the precious childhood memories, sometimes I felt like a little black sheep... that prodigal daughter that the father can't seem to grasp or fully understand... that runaway child that the mother tries to restrain but quite powerless to do so. Except I did nothing wrong other than not come home often enough. Or maybe it's just me... feeling like a criminal everytime I see my parents' beautiful ageing worried quiet faces looking back at me.



I don't know how I could handle it if one of my kids do that to me someday ... finding his or her own dreams and hanging on tight, to the point of them slipping slowly from my grip. Which is why sometimes that's reason enough to make that trip back home because who would want the past to haunt the future quite like that?

No city girl this. The heart has always been in the country ... preferring the quiet moonlight night to the colourful smokie bars and loud music, the smooth streamfalls to the traffic jams, the green and dark forests to the skyscrapers, the busybody friendly neighbours to the self-absorb nearby city residents, the thunderstorms midnight for sleeping in to the midnight movies, tempoyak to all the best rib-eyes in the world, and smiling dirty-hands kids from playing in the outfield to their peers who were more IT-savvy and advanced.

Not that I don't always prefer the other ones nor do I dislike them... it's more like a push and pull between  circumstances and choices. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, and sometimes we just want to return home to regroup and recover.



This is home, where my roots are, my ancestors and my future descendants. How could I be away so often and not realised how much I miss home?


Or maybe it's just me... wanting to move a step ahead in my life but unsure of a lot of things ... like will that familiar precious home always be there to await me when I do need to come home to rediscover myself? Or will I find a home away from home and never forget the home that ever was?

My father once said on my return to the city, "that is just your second home, but this will always always be your home. Why leave it?" I didn't have the heart to remind him that his willful little girl is now all grown up.

Note: Third week of the new year, and already a first melancholic posting.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Night time drive ...

What do you do when you need to get away from it all?

Sometimes when nothing else works, burning fuel on a night time lone ride does the trick. Like cool-aid. Driving around with no destination, racing where there's a speed limit, winding down the front windows to feel the breeze coming in, and tuning up the radio full blast. Cruising along the stopgap highway with the rest of the miserable nocturnal creatures. Looking for redemption, or a temporary relief from a certain ache. The further the distance, the longer the return. Sometimes just far enough for the tears to stop.

Sometimes it was a form of self-punishment: driving nowhere just to see how fast I could make the gas sign blink on a road I consciously know the next gas station is not near enough; or navigate recklesly to see how far the hands of God will keep me from crashing. Like playing with fire. Sometimes it was a form of punishment for the person who caused it: the thought of him worrying sick and angry at me for putting myself at risk, is like a balm to a miserable soul. Like knowing at least someone cared.

I know. I'm a little sick psycho sometimes. Especially when I'm hurt.
 
night rider in her faithful jazz

Or, maybe I should write that in PAST TENSE, all of them, because lately I find myself hardly doing that anymore. I got delightfully distracted enough to find my way home safe and sound day by day, without detouring.

Oh I doubt that would stop altogether, after all, habits die hard. There's still the urge.

Now I just do it for different reasons: to floor the restlessness or indecision caused by a few important matters that need settling. And I hope there will come a time when I don't have to take the night time ride to nowhere alone anymore.

Will this peace settle at last? God help me.

p/s: Oh great. Why am I feeling mellow all of a sudden?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

One day at a time ...

HELLO MARCH.

I made it. 

One month ago today I pulled the plug. Said my last goodbye. 

And started a new life. One beautiful day at a time.

Farewell memory. It was life-altering. Thank you.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. 



GOOD BYE FEBRUARY.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

What do you call that time lapse between midnight and dawn?

I call it MISERABLE sometimes.

Haven't been to see my doctor in ages, I'm sure he would call it Twilight or something intelligent. Although in my caffeinated state, I would have to disagree on the grounds that tea-drinker knows nothing about this stoned and euphoric state. 

You should try it sometimes.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Shut up and listen ...

Listen and Silent are synonymous. Jumble up the words and you get the same back. And I wonder why it is such a hard thing for some people to do.

When someone tells you their problem, you listen. You listen and you keep silent. You let the other person talk and unload, and you give all your ears. You don't add in your own story to tell. That's call sharing. You don't give advice when it's not asked for. That's call counseling. You don't tell that person to take it easy. In the first place it's not. Don't switch to a big sister or a superior person role or I've-been-there-done-that-gone-thru-hell mode. If you need to switch into anything, just switch into this person who says, "I'm here, it's alright. Let it all out."

There is a world of difference in how you may help a person in distress. Sometimes listening helps a lot more than you know. Sometimes a problem doesn't need your solving it. Sometimes giving our fullest attention is the most precious gift we can offer anyone.

A proper venting deserves a proper outlet. Better you than me destructing stuff. Maybe that's why it's better to talk to strangers who know next to nothing about you because they can't do much except lend a sympathetic ear. Maybe too that's why people pay a lot of money to have psychiatrists listen to their problem.

Here's the thing: I spent my entire life playing the listener. As a matter of fact, a few minutes ago I was trying to bemoan a distressing issue and to unload my ache to a friend, but I ended up listening to her recounting her experience on the matter. For every sentence I uttered, she gave a sentence back recalling, relating. At one point, she spoke more than me and at which point I gave up, a little annoyed and disappointed. Isn't it my turn to talk, I asked myself silently, repeatedly?

Well I am far from perfect or even good. In fact, listening is exhausting business. Sometimes, I wish I could say something wise or intelligent, but it would only work if it were needed. Sometimes I was tempted to give my two cents worth of advice, but I wondered if I'm even the authority on the subject matter. Oh I tried those before and it had unsatisfying results. In which case, I have learned to simply pay attention and besides, it's rude to interrupt.

And I thought, at a moment like this, who can I really talk to, not talk with? Come to think of it, I rarely found someone who would actually be that person I am to other people. They are so few and far between and I lost most of them along the way to geography, marriage, irrelevance, or simply bad truce. The only person I am sure will listen to me unwaveringly at this point would be my mother, in fact contrary to popular belief, a parent is the best listener a person could ever have, but there are just some things one doesn't talk about with one's mother, or father.


If ever you want to be a real helpful friend, just shush and listen, will you? Even an enemy listens more if only to find your missteps.

You see why a blog is such a blessing in disguise. You read and listened, didn't you?

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Along The Way ...

P/S: Give it a minute to fully load, enable your audio, turn up the volume, listen to the ache, give Country a chance. My words againts the world.

Scarecrows and devils are the only thing out this late
And what that says about me, it’s probably true
'Cause I’ve been carrying all these words around
For too long and now it’s time to lay them down
I’m here for forgiveness and I need it from you

The road was long and it took so much time
But I learned a lot from my mistakes
I made some wrong turns that I’m not proud of
They made me who I am today
I just got a little lost along the way

I won’t blame you if you turn around and slam the door
I understand if you don’t want to hear me again
I’m not here to fight, I came to you tonight
To say I’m sorry and to try to make it right
I’m only finding my way back from where I’ve been,
Don’t know where I’ve been

The road was long and it took so much time
But I’ve learned a lot from my mistakes
I made some wrong turns that I’m not proud of
They made me who I am today
I just got a little lost along the way

The road was long and took so much time
But I learned a lot from my mistakes
I made some wrong turns that I’m not proud of
Made me who I am today
I just got a little lost
Just been a little lost
I just got a little lost along the way

Scarecrows and devils are the only thing out this late
What that says about me, it’s probably true.

- Gary Allan

Friday, August 19, 2011

Please Lord, keep me strong ...

Photo credit: thegirlinthecafe.com

This is all too fast. Too fast for me. I would beg for a time to at least react to it, but I guess I am not so fortunate. 

What would you do if someday you wake up and realise the world has passed you by and you just missed it?

Wake up now, girl!

p/s: Coffee Girl is taking a short break to find some healing balm. Be right back. Don't go anywhere, but say a little prayer for me. Thank you.

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