Today, I am brushing the dust off this blog to write about a few things that I am genuinely thankful for. I have a friend who maintains a regular blog just full of gratitude. While their attitude is inspiring, my gratitude tends to come in overflowing bursts, such as the one I am having now.
1. I am thankful for the awesome hair that I woke up with. While I do not comb by hair daily, awesome hair is the best reason for doing not doing so.
2. I am thankful for having good friends that I can have a laugh with without putting on a facade. Friends who are funny and horrendous, silly and smart all rolled into a lovable mix of human. Friends who support my every decision, who are able to tell me when I'm being silly but will support me anyway.
3. In particular, I am thankful for having that friend who I can talk to about the most random things and launch into philosophical (well, we like to pretend we are being deep) debates about what is going on. While we are not close enough that I would talk to you everyday, we are so comfortable with just catching up and having a good laugh. Thank you for putting a smile on my face while just being you.
4. I am also very, very thankful for chocolate cake.
Cheers!
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Love
My mother always complains that my father loves his children more than he loves her. True, we are able to wheedle most of the things that we want out of him. True, we can relate to him on a similar level, different to how she understands the world. True, we make him laugh.
Despite all of that, there are things we notice that dad does for mom that she doesn't notice. Every now and then he takes her out for a romantic dinner while we kids are dumped with the grandparents. Every couple of years, he takes her away on a week-long trip to some exotic place without us kids. He never fails to buy her expensive gifts that are in good taste. Whatever she wants, he will eventually buy it. And when it comes to technology, mom always gets the more updated, more expensive tech compared to us despite her not needing to use more than a few of its basic functions.
Now, my dad is not one of those showy, loud guys. As far as I can tell, this is the quiet way he shows how much he treasures my mother. And because I'm a total daddy's little princess, it makes me love my daddy all the more. :)
I love you daddy~
Cheers!
Despite all of that, there are things we notice that dad does for mom that she doesn't notice. Every now and then he takes her out for a romantic dinner while we kids are dumped with the grandparents. Every couple of years, he takes her away on a week-long trip to some exotic place without us kids. He never fails to buy her expensive gifts that are in good taste. Whatever she wants, he will eventually buy it. And when it comes to technology, mom always gets the more updated, more expensive tech compared to us despite her not needing to use more than a few of its basic functions.
Now, my dad is not one of those showy, loud guys. As far as I can tell, this is the quiet way he shows how much he treasures my mother. And because I'm a total daddy's little princess, it makes me love my daddy all the more. :)
I love you daddy~
Cheers!
Friday, December 30, 2011
The Small Joys In Life
1. Clean, dry laundry.
2. A good shower.
3. The smell of brownies baking in the oven.
4. Opening a sealed box.
5. A gentle breeze.
6. Bits of code that compile.
7. A ray of sunshine on a cold, wet day.
8. Turning on my phone.
9. Leveling up in games.
10. Knowing that you're never really alone.
Cheers!
2. A good shower.
3. The smell of brownies baking in the oven.
4. Opening a sealed box.
5. A gentle breeze.
6. Bits of code that compile.
7. A ray of sunshine on a cold, wet day.
8. Turning on my phone.
9. Leveling up in games.
10. Knowing that you're never really alone.
Cheers!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
How you know you're tired 2.0
The word "crapload" appears on your report and you thought it was perfectly normal.
Thank the good spirits you noticed it when you're awake.
Cheers!
Thank the good spirits you noticed it when you're awake.
Cheers!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
My life on Badges
A few years ago I bought some badges because of the truths that they imparted from their shiny surfaces. However, soon after their purchase, these were thrown to the back of the cupboard and there they laid, neglected but still honest, until I found them again today will cleaning out my junk.
"I think I think. Therefore I probably am."
"I've gone to find myself. If I'm not back before I return, keep me here."
"My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance."
"The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well."
And along with these little gems, I found a gorgeous little dragon. Guardian of the heart, the stars, and of course, his jewels of wisdom.
Cheers!
"I think I think. Therefore I probably am."
"I've gone to find myself. If I'm not back before I return, keep me here."
"My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance."
"The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well."
And along with these little gems, I found a gorgeous little dragon. Guardian of the heart, the stars, and of course, his jewels of wisdom.
Cheers!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The girl that kept falling down
Would you like to hear a dear tale of woe
of a human that was spotted from head to toe?
Her spots were made of magnificent hue
From Purple to black and yellow to blue
She was once as perfect as any human can be
but that all changed on the day she turned three
The sky was blue, the grass was green
On her brow was the slight damp of a sweat sheen
Her parents looked on with proud big smiles
As they watched their daughter through her everyday trials
She spotted a snail a few feet away
She took one step and strangely swayed
Down she went, "ooh, bump, watch out! ..."
"Oww..." Her face formed that dangerous pout
It happened then; two spots appeared
And it didn't happen just once or twice
again and again came the spots like lice
It didn't matter what she was trying to do
The dots would appear as if on cue
But this was a determined girl we know
Her spots did not make her shy from any show
She wore them like prizes; her display of awards
Received from her battles against furniture boards.
Her smile never faded nor become ever jaded
From this constant ailment of skin so discoloured
So I think it is true if I say that this tale
Spoke volumes about a girl so very hale.
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This was a fun little poem. I think the ending could be reworked though, since the poem starts off about the tale being sad, but in the end it's more like the tale is about a healthy girl. Hmmm...
Cheers!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
1) True temperament and friends
This is the first post of a short series I shall be writing. Yes, it is emo. We all have our moments.
It appears I am still earning myself potential enemies because of my short temper. I thought I have been pretty good at controlling it, and letting slip a few times will be okay, but even a flash of temper this early (or late) in the year is enough to earn me a few dislikes. Society is such that if you want to be liked, you have to be infinitely patient despite whatever pitfalls or frustrations you encounter, otherwise everyone is going to hate you. Just one hint that you are of a different temperament will be enough you to a lifetime of shunning. And you can never go back. Not unless you have already amassed enough popularity to cushion your sudden lapse in propriety.
I'd like to argue that society is stupid for forcing me to change in this way in order to have friends. I thought true friends were the ones who accepted you for who you were, whether you were selfish, badly tempered, proud or narcissist. Maybe that is all just a myth. Maybe society really is about pretty faces and pretty souls and pretty much pretty everything. Ugliness in any form cannot be tolerated. Ironically, I know that even I will suddenly feel an immense dislike of a person if I am wronged. But if the person acknowledges it, I am willing to forget the situation. I guess not everyone is like that.
Sometimes I think I worry too much about what other people think of me. This habit of mine, bred over the years from forging enemies so easily, crushes my spirit every time I know someone dislikes my brash attitude. It makes me question if I should really be me, or continue conform to society and "improve" myself. Because how is it possible to be myself and "improve" at the same time?
There is a reason why people hide behind masks on a daily basis. It's because you know that revealing your true temperament, your actual personality to the public is scarier than even that bogeyman that hid inside your childhood closet. Those people who simply don't care are lucky, but where does that leave the rest of us people who crave friendship and not loneliness? Asking us to stop caring so much is a paradox, because that would no longer be us. It would be an "improved" version of us that is still as lonely as ever. Asking us to improve our personality...well there you go again. That isn't us, that is a society conformed version of us, possibly even more lonely because our friends have no idea what we really are like.
The content of this post was brought up because semester 1 of uni is ending and I have yet to see anyone who could truly accept me for who I am. Despite the fact that it usually takes me an entire year (or more) to open up to anyone, the way that uni functions hastens a strange desperation in me. Even I am not entirely sure as to why I am so demanding. It could just be my impatience fleshing out again, or it could be the fact that Aussie seems to be a place where friendships are formed and broken as easily as a drop of water. Everyone gets along with everyone by being a good bloke, and no one truly reveals anything.
Somehow, I don't think I could really live if I just have good friends that will never really know you. My mother constantly questions my need for such a close friend, but her claims that "you don't have to tell someone everything" always falls on deaf ears. I don't think she understands that I am not like her. There is a simple joy in sharing the most mundane of things with someone, even sharing painful things can offer a release.
To end on a marginally brighter note, I am infinitely thankful for the friends I currently have, those of you who have weathered through my rages and strange moods with all the mettle of a battle hardened warrior and that gift of patience that I never had; who have possibly forgiven me for all the wrongdoings I have done because it really doesn't matter to you, and not because you were taught to forgive and hide evil thoughts behind a superficial laugh. And if you did have evil thoughts, you honestly told me of my potential demise because there was nothing to hide from me. Thank you.
Cheers!
It appears I am still earning myself potential enemies because of my short temper. I thought I have been pretty good at controlling it, and letting slip a few times will be okay, but even a flash of temper this early (or late) in the year is enough to earn me a few dislikes. Society is such that if you want to be liked, you have to be infinitely patient despite whatever pitfalls or frustrations you encounter, otherwise everyone is going to hate you. Just one hint that you are of a different temperament will be enough you to a lifetime of shunning. And you can never go back. Not unless you have already amassed enough popularity to cushion your sudden lapse in propriety.
I'd like to argue that society is stupid for forcing me to change in this way in order to have friends. I thought true friends were the ones who accepted you for who you were, whether you were selfish, badly tempered, proud or narcissist. Maybe that is all just a myth. Maybe society really is about pretty faces and pretty souls and pretty much pretty everything. Ugliness in any form cannot be tolerated. Ironically, I know that even I will suddenly feel an immense dislike of a person if I am wronged. But if the person acknowledges it, I am willing to forget the situation. I guess not everyone is like that.
Sometimes I think I worry too much about what other people think of me. This habit of mine, bred over the years from forging enemies so easily, crushes my spirit every time I know someone dislikes my brash attitude. It makes me question if I should really be me, or continue conform to society and "improve" myself. Because how is it possible to be myself and "improve" at the same time?
There is a reason why people hide behind masks on a daily basis. It's because you know that revealing your true temperament, your actual personality to the public is scarier than even that bogeyman that hid inside your childhood closet. Those people who simply don't care are lucky, but where does that leave the rest of us people who crave friendship and not loneliness? Asking us to stop caring so much is a paradox, because that would no longer be us. It would be an "improved" version of us that is still as lonely as ever. Asking us to improve our personality...well there you go again. That isn't us, that is a society conformed version of us, possibly even more lonely because our friends have no idea what we really are like.
The content of this post was brought up because semester 1 of uni is ending and I have yet to see anyone who could truly accept me for who I am. Despite the fact that it usually takes me an entire year (or more) to open up to anyone, the way that uni functions hastens a strange desperation in me. Even I am not entirely sure as to why I am so demanding. It could just be my impatience fleshing out again, or it could be the fact that Aussie seems to be a place where friendships are formed and broken as easily as a drop of water. Everyone gets along with everyone by being a good bloke, and no one truly reveals anything.
Somehow, I don't think I could really live if I just have good friends that will never really know you. My mother constantly questions my need for such a close friend, but her claims that "you don't have to tell someone everything" always falls on deaf ears. I don't think she understands that I am not like her. There is a simple joy in sharing the most mundane of things with someone, even sharing painful things can offer a release.
To end on a marginally brighter note, I am infinitely thankful for the friends I currently have, those of you who have weathered through my rages and strange moods with all the mettle of a battle hardened warrior and that gift of patience that I never had; who have possibly forgiven me for all the wrongdoings I have done because it really doesn't matter to you, and not because you were taught to forgive and hide evil thoughts behind a superficial laugh. And if you did have evil thoughts, you honestly told me of my potential demise because there was nothing to hide from me. Thank you.
Cheers!
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