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my life as me



it's been a while. a lot happened and is going on and about to take place. no more excuses and lamentation. everything gets so real- the now and the future alike. have been pondering about the future for a bit. honestly? it's kinda scary. but God didn't let me drown in all my uncertainties. His answer is timely and definite.

segala perkara dapat kutanggung di dalam Dia yang memberi kekuatan kepadaku!

feeling blissful. hehehe.

Shrinking Women
Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass.
She says she doesn’t deprive herself,
but I’ve learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I’ve realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I’m not there to do so.
Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it’s proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry. A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she’s “crazy about fruit.”
It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, round stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.
I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
“How can anyone have a relationship to food?” He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas, 
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits
that’s why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit
weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again, 
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.
Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don’t want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word “sorry”.
I don’t know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.
                – Lily Myers
-credit:Button Poetry


dear good guy.
thanks for seeing my bright sides even when i don't believe they exist. thanks for being such a great friend who is always there for me. you know if i could, i would. :(
There is nothing in life that will make you stronger or screw you up more than heartbreak. I have only had my heart broken by one person in my life — and it was more than enough.
Falling in love with someone isn’t only falling in love with an incredible person, a person you find to be one of the best people in the world. It’s also falling in love with the person you become when you’re with the one you love.
Sometimes the person we love makes us want to be a person who isn’t especially great. But when your love does make you want to be a better person, what the two of you share has a real shot at lasting the test of time.
Yet, there’s still more to it than just that. Falling in love is also falling in love with what you believe to be your future. Most often, losing this is what hurts the most.
When you lose the love of your life, you lose a piece of yourself — the piece that holds you together. You lose the piece of you that makes you the good person you’ve become; you lose the piece of you that allows you to be you. So when your heart gets broken, you, too, in a sense, break.
As there are different depths to love, I believe there are different depths to heartbreak. It only makes sense that the shallowest of loves leaves the shallowest of cracks, while the deepest of loves causes our hearts to undergo a sort of shattering.
The heartbreak I’m speaking of in particular is of the deepest kind — the kind that only really happens once in a lifetime.
I say only once in a lifetime because once we experience such heartbreak, we are never again the same. We become different people, scarred and nerve-damaged. We begin to look at life and love through a different shade of glass.
We will never have our hearts broken in exactly the same manner, as we have lost the innocence that allowed for such vulnerability in the first place.
When you completely give your heart over to someone — body and soul — and the relationship doesn’t work out, you lose that heart. It doesn’t matter if things didn’t work out because of them or because you yourself screwed up. It doesn’t even matter if there’s no one to blame.
If you were certain that you would spend your lives together and have to face the reality that the future you have been looking forward to for so long has just been taken away from you, it’s going to hurt. A lot.
Sad to say, it’s not a pain that goes away quickly. It takes time to heal — and you will most definitely need some healing. More importantly, you’re going to need some fixing. Someone is going to need to take the pieces of you lying sprawled out across the ground, and put you back together. The question is: Who?
The answer is simple. Only one of three people in the world can fix you when you’re dealing with the aftermath of a broken heart. Either someone new who has yet to break your heart, that someone who did break your heart, or you — the one who had his or her heart broken.
Each one of those three options has its benefits, but also tradeoffs. Finding someone new to love is usually our go-to. Most people very strongly believe that finding a new love to take the place of the old one is the best way to go. And for a good reason — because it works.
If you fall in love with someone new, the pain from the old love goes away — at least for the time being. The problems with this are obvious. Finding someone new to love only works for as long as the love stays alive.
As soon as the love fades or the relationship fails, that heartbreak that you buried way back when will likely resurface. The only reason it wouldn’t resurface would be if you were dealing with the pain from novel heartbreak. New love trumps old love just as new heartbreak trumps old heartbreak.
Then we have the second option — getting back together with the person who broke you in the first place. I feel like I need to put some sort of disclaimer here:
Although it is possible for your old love to fix you, to mend your heart and to make you happier than you ever thought imaginable — 100 percent possible — it’s highly unlikely.
The person who broke you will almost never be the person who’ll fix you. Things always have a reason for not working out. Even if the reason is poor timing or lack of maturity, you are still carrying around a whole lot of baggage from the last time you two were together.
Once a relationship fails, it almost always fails every consecutive time. When you break someone’s heart, you lose that person’s trust.
If you don’t believe trust is the most important part of any relationship then you know absolutely nothing about relationships. Is trust re-gainable? Sometimes, I’m sure it is.
Depending on the circumstance, you may be able to get past all the broken promises, all the painful memories, all the unpleasant emotions that arise every so often almost out of the blue. But in other cases — most, even — the trust is gone for good.
Maybe the person who broke your heart can be the one to fix it… but the odds aren’t in your favor. Nothing is impossible, but going after the incredibly unlikely isn’t always in our best interest. Sometimes you have to accept that he or she will never again feel safe in your arms, and let him or her go.
It’s not always easy to move on. Sometimes, it seems impossible. But you need to believe you will find someone else to love when the time is right.
Statistically speaking, it’s almost impossible for there not to be another suitable match for you. Keep searching, be patient and you will find that person one day. Until that day comes, work on fixing yourself.
Love does as much damage as it does because we allow ourselves to wallow in that misery. We hone in on it and allow the painful thoughts and memories to fill our minds and to seep into all the nooks and crannies of our lives. We wait to be fixed and by doing so gradually become more and more broken.
You may be able to find someone to piece you back together, but there is only one person in the world who is guaranteed to do the job right. Only you can fix yourself the way you need to be fixed. Finding another lover can help, but it isn’t necessary.
Waiting to find someone new to love or waiting to get back with that one that got away is dumb. Maybe you will meet someone new one day.
Maybe you’ll get back together with the one who made you simultaneously happier and more miserable than you have ever been in your life. You can’t wait for someone else to motivate you to get your life straight.
Remember, one of the main reasons we’re capable of loving another person as much as we are, is how he or she makes us want to improve ourselves and the lives we lead. Other people never really fix you.
They only help you fix yourself. Be smart and fix yourself before you fall in love again. The better the person you are, the more likely you are to find your happily ever after.
from http://elitedaily.com/dating/person-broke-cant-one-fixes/920194/
or my Annual Dinner WITHOUT a dress. +.+"

shalom.

Annual Dinner is a dinner held annually (figures.duh.) by my college (IPG Kampus Batu Lintang) at prestigious hotels. This year, it's gonna be held at the recently launched Imperial Hotel which adjoins Boulevard Shopping Mall.

And so, the dinner is to be held next Tuesday. i have approximately 6 days to find a dress. Last week i went to KL hoping to find THE dress but my search was to no avail. i bought a skater skirt instead, forgetting that i have sent all my nice blouses and dresses home. huarghhhh! so i tried finding a dress online and yeah, found one or two that were pleasing to my eyes. but the dinner is next week and i am sure that it can't reach my hands within this week. huarghhh!

And so, the Annual Dinner committees (JPP 2014/1015) held our meeting this evening. Allan selected me as his partner to be the emcees for the night (!). i said yes since it would be great to emcee an event. in high school, i was an emcee since i was in Form 2 and since then, i have been invited to emcee several important functions in my school and outside. studying here, i haven't gotten the chance to do so since there are so many emcees already emceeing and they are much much much much better than me. however, since this 'thang' is my passion, i have secretly wishing to emcee a function here for years.uncanny, no? sobsss. hahaha.

So, Praise the Lord for this open door! couldn't wait to break some legs on the stage! (Usually people love being on the stage for singing, dancing, and other performances but me, i love talking.)

however, i still don't have any dress, remember? i thought i'd just go to the dinner wearing some jeans and blouse but now that the situation has completely changed, what am i gonna wear???

my budget is also very tight right now.
my parents are not here to support me with extra money.
sobsss.

anyways, my roommate suggested that i go to India Street to buy one. there's this rather large store that sells dresses. so the solution now is to go there a.s.a.p. nonetheless, i'm afraid that THE dress won't be there since i've searched the entire Berjaya Times Square, KL and didn't find any.

so now i'm praying that pretty please, dear my right dress, please make your appearance once i go tomorrow or the day after and don't hide from my sight. i really need you.

hmm. another thing that's bugging my mind is my makeup and accessories. last year's Annual Dinner has proven that i should not do my own makeup. and time is running out for me to really plan my outfit for THE night.

so, these are a few countermeasure that i've come up with:
1. ask youngest sister, Mit to come and do my makeup before the function starts. - but she's far away. so, unlikely.
2. plan, buy and do everything myself.- which means disaster baybeh.
3. go to a salon at Boulevard before the function starts.- i have just enough money to feed myself. so, most unlikely.
4. ask somebody to do my makeup.- but i'm shy. (believe me. i'm actually a shy person. hahaha)

OTTOKE???????

It's so hard being a woman. i mean, a woman without her own salary. or rich background. or makeup skills. or dressing skills.

but i have God that is greater than any of my obstacles. even in this seemingly trivial-but-i-assure-you-it's-really-the-least-trivial problem.

helppp!
I, Being Born a Woman, and Distressedby Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman, and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed. 
Think not for this, however, this poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity — let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.
shalom.

it's not easy to be a woman. especially at times when your monthly-visiting friend comes irritating you.

i've been suffering a lot from this condition. heck i was brought by an ambulance (neno neno neno~)after passed out during post-running. i bet my language is like me like now. confused and in painnn. warghhh.

well. every month if my body fails to be 'good' to me, i'll be suffering from stomach cramps to the point that i couldn't really move my body. and the moodswing! imma madwoman ready to go amuk at any tiny trigger provoked. and the lethalness of being tired all day long and all night long, day in and day out. hmph.

and tomorrow would be the killer paper. how am i gonna battle the war if even dragging myself to the washroom is a hard chore for me?

But this i know. He's got me. He's got me. HE HAS GOT ME.

So, no worries. this too shall passed.

#so gonna reward myself biggg time when this season of pain and weariness and stress is over.

Love,
yne.
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