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Sunday, May 2, 2021

Writing Challenge 2021 - 30 mins activity, target 400 words

 I believe there is a degree of innate talent that every human is born with. There is an argument that with consistent practice and effort (re 10,000 hours by Malcolm Gladwell) one can be an expert. I agree to an extent but the environment of your upbringing and surrounding opportunities affect a person's life spectrum. This fluid of moment is constant and the moments that pique your interest are your gifts. You carry, harness and sharpen these gifts for life as they are the fulfillment tokens. 

I have several gifts I carry in my belt.

  1. Articulation of Speech in English
    I have an interest in story telling since childhood. I remember practicing with Kakak for the Malay storytelling competition in primary school. The intonation and projection piqued me.
    As I grew older, the late night of reading out loud Enid Blyton books and participating actively in MUN were moments where I sharpened my speech. The moment I realised this was a gift was post-graduation and potential employers said I spoke very well during the interviews.
  2. Affinity towards Art & History
    I consider this a gift as it is a rarity. I take pride in appreciating the effort for artists to meticulously create their work. There is a sense of mutual respect and fulfillment admiring their piece.
    History also plays a huge role. I somehow feel fulfilled and stimulated after understanding more about how the world became it is today. Recently though I came to an understanding that narrative of every history was written. What this means is events that were recorded were all written from the interpretation of the historian but what actually happened might be different. There is no way of knowing unless one returns to the past. I still have great interest in history and will take it with a pinch of salt to feed into my current narrative. It is a gift.
  3. Ability to Adapt to Change
    This intangible gift saves me when I am overly driven by curiosity. I find it easier to adapt to external changes versus internal. Perhaps I have not travelled/ adventured enough to experience the rough terrains or streched my abled body to its limits. The most physically demanding trip I did was the hitchiking trip across central Europe for a week. Even then I find the cold more challenging than dealing with uncertainties during our trip. Is this the trait of an explorer/ wanderer? A person who understands cultural nuances are complex hence learning to accept rather than resist or impose.
  4. Create Meaningful Relationships & Conversations
    When I realise a relationship gets to certain stage of trust, I thank the universe to have blessed my life with that person. Perhaps it is the lack of stickiness I have with my parents. In my 20s I notice people I meet some will confide thier hardships/ feelings with me. Could it be I seem walled up that they trust me so much? I might be blowing my own horn here but there were many instances where I realise people would confide in me and in there would contain information that I could use to compromise their position. It is more obvious in the workplaces, for example the conversations I have with Andreas, the new TGIF GM at that time, were information that was above my pay grade. But I could sense he trusted I would not speak of it to another soul. Similar situation happened with my line managers after - Pial, Chandran, Karim, Olivia. I think another factor is they don't view the relatoionship as pure transactional. There is a mutual respect and agreement that our interests/ topics were aligned hence having the space to confide. These conversations are not often work-related but also their personal worldviews which in this very judgemental world can often be misinterpreted which compromises their leadership position and perception. I am thankful for the relationshpis I've cultivated and now I am looking for ways to move beyond that and bring it to action instead.
  5. Desire to Contribute positively to the environment and future generationns
    I thought long and hard if this qualifies as a gift. It is a personal interest I find increasingly important given the current state of the world yet I observe it is not in others. I stopped questioning Why as it can be perceived as arrogant/ being assumptive that others will share the same concern. Yet there is a pressing need now to shift mindsets if humans are to live in earth for the next century. This desire/ personal interest is difficult to argue that it is a gift. I am not proclaiming it is good but the desire to make the world a better place was innate within me since young. It could be the strong influence from the Dhamma teachings or my parents moral compass. I feel however that these few decades are pivotal are the human race to identify ways of living to cohabit with nature rather than exploit it. It will reach to an irreversible point and the majority will suffer. This applies not only to humans and species around the ecosystem.

These are gifts I have identified with and it will change as I experience more. I don't think gifts are technical either for humans use their brains to function hence it comes from an interest/ desire to consitnuously improve that knowledge for them to achieve great technical skills. When achieved, that is when we feel fullfilled and fulfillment is the epitome of human happiness.

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

D

Hi,

My heart is torn.

After 9 years, I think David and I have come to a conclusion. This heartbreak is all too similar except I understand now that it is called grieving.

It is very similar to how I dealt with Grandma's passing.

I will not go in detail to how it went but I cannot help to reflect and think what went wrong.

I am here to write how being alone sucks. Loneliness.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Vulnerable

Hi again,

I am confronting with this space that I often neglect. This space where I pour out my insecurities and sorrow. Today is no different, except I am at a point where I do not know if I pull myself out from.

Grandma is currently in life support.

The family rushed back when Uncle said her heart stopped and there is not much life to her now. I pray that my Aunt (who left for South America just three days ago) will make it home in time.

I am currently in Penang. Just three nights ago I realised the last time I was here, I was with D. That means it has probably been close to two years since I stepped foot in the island.

Everything about this place is a reminder of Grandma and later on life an extension of Dad and D. Now that D and I have broken up and Grandma's life coming to an end there is no reason for me to come back here.

I do not know if I can handle losing both of them completely. I can but do I want to?


Monday, February 20, 2017

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Undesirable To Be In Two Minds

It's best to brush off your misgivings and suspicions which are only hampering your progress. Don't feel discouraged for the prevailing obstacles will vanish and be replaced by pleasant, promising prospects.

Guideline-
Financial Pursuit: Unpredictable at present, but good in the near future
Honour & Merit: Will succeed after the 1st attempt
Matrimony: Eventually tie the knot
Litigation: Finally clear of any accusation
Job-Hunting: Successful following initial difficulties

Thursday, March 31, 2016

The Helps

I remember being proud and blessed to have had help since childhood who treated my brother and I as if we were their own child and both our parents who does not restrict their activities.

Bu, who was apparently older than Grandma at that point of time, took care of me during my infant period and loved me so much that she gave me a 100 MYR packet after she left. What I heard from Mom was, she was the first and only help that Grandma was fond of.

Sokah, from Cambodia. She knew zero English when she came in. Jon was still a newborn and I just started primary school.
The first night, Mom drew in detail objects that would be of day to day use and wrote the words beside them for Sokah to remember. Mom patiently taught her the pronunciation, spelling and use of each object.
It was a strange sight for me as these were what I already knew. As a kid, the things you knew somehow becomes odd if someone doesn't-as if these knowledge were assumed to be instilled. Nonetheless, Sokah got used to our daily routines and she grew closely to my baby brother.
I sometimes felt she was overprotective of him but it was probably because of the fact that the was a baby.

Suharti. My Kakak.
She came after Sokah when Jon was in kindergarten and pretty much throughout my primary school years. This was the period where Mom and Dad were busy at work and I suppose they trust her in a way that she could bring us out to the nearby convenient store to grab snacks. Suharti was my primary line of communication for all the gossips that were happening in school and I remember forcing her to listen to my repetitive practices for a story telling competition.
She was a huge part of my childhood.
I'm not sure how we drifted apart or even when.
I miss her.


Now that Jon and I are old enough to think for ourselves, Mom stopped hiring for help but it became apparent that after Grandma's stroke episode, we had to. That was when our blessings pretty much ran out.
Two helps have ran away and both left all their belongings at home. I got angry and reacted in disbelief thinking they will return at the end of the day. It felt as if someone who lives with you everyday, walked out of your life one find morning without a word.

I just hope Grandma does not feel neglected.

Mom is being a trooper right now by taking care of Grandma and everything else (cooking, cleaning, her job, bills, commitments, Jon's education). I feel useless and wonder what I can do to alleviate her burden. Sigh
I'm not too sure what Mulan would do either. All I thought of was to track the help that ran away and bring her back but that is silly. If to run away was their choice, let it be but the agency should not penalise their customers for that! I could top up the allowance for Mom but I would need to do additional OT every month to compensate this to achieve my financial goal.

If Mom can support her two kids on top of taking care of her Mother, I can to.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Terrified

Truth is, I am terrified.
Mulan was terrified what was she terrified of again?

I am not Mulan-not even close.

I am terrified of public scrutinisation, humiliation, judgement. Anything that may reflect badly or risk to have a poor image, terrifies me. Perhaps there is were my arrogance and ego was build on.
They are masks for my insecurities and a defence mechanism each time I face the world.
Each word I write on Twitter, each image I post on Instagram and each post I share on Facebook- it takes me a while to analyse the possibilities of these "public representation"of myself going bad.

How do I overcome this shell?
I am not so sure myself.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

My Depression

Oh yay. Now I can talk about it without the fear of judgement and scrutinisation.

Part I

16th April 2015- Got diagnosed.

Exhausted.

This space is my sanctuary yet it is embarrassing to say much about anything at all. I want to vent out my frustrations and outline what happened at home but doesn't it cross the line?
Can anybody hear me out? Or do I have to be cautious in my sanctuary as well?

At times I wonder if my parents fragmented relationship have affected mine. Have my decision over the years in my past relationships been affected greatly by my parents relationship dynamic?
The more I ponder over this question and relate it to things that have happened, the more I start to think that it has. I don't know how to explain this dynamic and neither can I explain how it has affected. Surely though my parents dynamic (bad or good times) is not the main causal factor of how I act in my own relationships but it greatly affected my emotions.Sometimes I loathe myself for being emotionally driven to chase love that I forget how to love. 
Its a vicious cycle. My actions have brought pain beyond words upon those who love me and distrust. There is no possible way to rewind time to undo my actions. 
I keep wondering what is wrong till I couldn't appreciate what is right.

Oh Syn,
Mom, Dad. How can we possibly fix this? Please teach me how to love, for all I know is how to hurt. My heart is aching from all the frustration and all I wish now is normalcy.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

2014

Good morning.

I've come to haunt this space because I can't seem to sleep. It is a new day on this new year so I'm going to try to find the optimism in the past because what is the point in looking back at the bad things really.

Before that, relating to my previous post, that Wednesday morning was the time where I faced probably one of my life's biggest repercussion (relative to the ones I can remember)

Need Your Love

Your lips upon mine
Your hand touches mine
Your hair brushes my skin
Your shoulder across my waist
Your love - everywhere

But to hope for us again, is it a hopeless thought?