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When I was young



Can you recognized which is me?

This is when I'm in my primary school. 😂

At this age, I was already crying, already learning how to let go of a guy which I like.
Learning how to look at other people's feelings..
Learning how to be there for my friends.

I was always the one being unwanted.
But, only one, one 👨, my band conductor, Mr Simon Ng, one who trusted in me, and shielded me from the rest of the children.

That's how I got connected through music, throughout my primary and secondary school days. 😊

I miss those days and at the same time am glad it's over somehow.

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1st Hospital trip


18 Jan 2018,
The day I visit the doc to check out how its my MCL recovery.
Doctor checked my knee and said it has not recovered much, still too loose.

Doctor gave me another six weeks to monitor the healing..

Aww... Delay of surgery, delay of pain, delay of full recovery, delay of earning money,delay of paying my debts.

Okay, finish ranting..

And so, thank you for taking leave and sending me to 🏥..

I'm grateful and appreciative 😊

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Contract-loss

15/01/2018,
I received a call from the HR.
I was told I breach the contract because I did not turn up on 02/01/2018.
She says she will ask the management to write an official letter to me so that I don't have pay the money due to not turning up despite them knowing that I actually injured my knee badly.
I was told that due to my medical condition and not turning up on that day, the contract will be voided.

It was a mixed feelings.
I ended the call with a heavy heart.
I start to reminisce those days I had been there.
The friendships that was built, the passion I had to making the things I do, well.
Everything seem so afar from me.

Do people really miss me as much as I do?
Or, it was just my own feelings all this while?

I looked in the mirror and asked myself deeply.
What kept me staying here?
Maybe it was the feeling of conquering the land I never stepped on before?
Maybe it was the friendships that was formed?
Maybe I just wanted to impress myself and the people I like?

People come and go, do my presence really make a difference?
Probably the harsh truth was that ANYONE can just cover the place as long as they can work, isn't it?
All the company need was people to work, support.
They need people, not my identity.

I was just a making money tool to the agency because I can work as long as there is job for me.
It was just a pure exchange.

After thinking through, nothing seem that important anymore.

Things and people I held so close to my heart, may not be the same as me.

I probably was once someone they enjoy working with, but it doesn't matter if I'm around right?
How irony.

I believe I'm thinking way too deep and analysing things too much.

Well, I had those feelings from the two people I held closest to my heart in the company.

One went missing in action,completely no text, completely no sound.
One makes me confused about our weekly meet-up. Whether it was really important or a dread for him to meet up. Maybe it was my injury that stopped our weekly meet-up? Or worse, maybe it was that he wants to keep a bigger distance between us? I'm more than afraid to make people uncomfortable and being troublesome for them much say for someone I held so close to my heart.

I will not be a childish person to keep on dwelling but still I hold the person close to me.
I want to be the me that was so freedom, just ask and don't care so much.

P. S:- sometimes the closer you get to one person, the more you think, the more you are afraid to lose them. And this may cause abnormal behaviours that really push away them.

It's a balance between your thoughts and your behavior. (* ̄︶ ̄*)

I will take these months to rest and recover well. 😊

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Second breakthrough of 2018



I go up on a bike to go out. 😊
Certainly not easy because of the placement of my foot.
But still I tolerated it just to go on a ride and feel like a normal healthy human.😂

13 Jan 2018, also marks the 8th year of our relationship.
I don't know how things will turn but all I know is that I want to be a better person and learn to love myself for now.

Of course, there's distance again with some friendships again.
But, I choose to handle it more maturedly.
If one doesn't want to be in contact much with me, I will not force.
I believe that they know how I will feel and think ,so when they choose the steps they take, it probably means that my unhappiness was already part of their prediction.
And since my happiness isn't jmportant to them enough, I respect that everyone put themselves as priority.

So, kudos to all! 😘

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Savings time

A reminder I should be saving from today.
I miss those days I can work and save money even when I can't spend much.


Treasure days you can make money with your ability.

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A surprised day


After I put on the knee braces and tighten it, out of a sudden I can walk without clutches.
Even though I'm limping.
But the feeling of being able to walk without falling is AMAZING and TOUCHING to me.

Although I could only walk for about 30mins today and once I take off my brace I am unable to walk, I still manage to get my food on my foot.

It really is a memorable day of 2018.

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Bon voyage my good friend
Bye my good friend..
Have a safe flight and may your mom be fine.
Keep smiling.

May God be on his and his family side and keep them safe.

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Favourite drink

This is my favourite drink.
Homemade fresh lime drink made by Dongdong. 😋

I'm lucky that I have this chance.
I'm grateful for all I have.
I will not be negative anymore.

I know I can be a even better girl I thought I could be.

Never stop improving, never quit trying.

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An apple a day keeps unhappiness away

Thank you for sending the 🍎 to my house. 😊

appreciated.

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Grasping onto the things I learnt.


Doctor says I might need at least 1 year to heal completely.
God knows how hard I am trying to hold on to my soul from feeling anything negative.
Like I'm fighting a battle with the dark demon that wants to devour the whole of me.
And I'm too terrified to even think about anything upset.

Controlling, being in control.

I know I'm doing my best.
Good luck girl.


[ [ × I am not the main actress of a traumatic movie. × ] ]

I will be fine , soon.
Right?

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Bruises from my fall after my big fall


This is the record of my "tries".
I'm proud of myself. 😊

I tell myself ,
"I am not a handicapped. I am just having a litttttlleee difficulty to walk freely. "

"I will be fine soon. "

"Keep fighting! "

When my negative emotions break free, I always tell myself,

"OK, relax. Remember what he say? Come on! HUO JING TONG , take a deep breath! "

*breathes deeply *
*breathes deeply slower and slower*
*imagine all the negativity flow out of my mind like powdered air*

I'm not someone near 100%, but I'm definitely someone who work harder than anyone in repairing my inner self. 😊

I complain, I cry, I panic.
But, the time to get out of that current emotion gets shorter as I improve. 😌

[ [ No worries, I will not waste the effort and time you take to talk to me. ] ]

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Deepest gratitude

Thanks for always teaching me so much.

To 🐻, you are a good friend, a good teacher, a good supervisor and a God-like human.

Sometimes you really make me want to roll my eyes.🙄
Did you say something wrong?
Actually, not.
In fact, too real.
Sometimes it gets to me, but I always believe you mean well.
I have never doubted your intentions towards me over the things you say and actions you take.

Indeed, sometimes i feel upset and even can't understand if there was a need for certain action but I learn to get over it.

You once told me,
"if I think it is right, I will do. Even if you are going to hate me, I will still do it. "

This words always float in my mind during the difficult times for my emotions.

I do many reflections again and again. (Almost all the time)

From you, I learn how to handle my emotions..
Trust me, I was still in the midst of going through some issues in my life that upsets me.
And I always replay the things you have told me and taught me during our sunset time and texts sometimes.

You are more than just a colleague to me, you are someone that I treasure.

Sorry if sometimes I may ask for too much.
Sorry if sometimes I talk too much.
Sorry if sometimes I am consumed by negativity.
But, please believe that I really do my very best to apply what you teach me as and when I can even during those difficult moments.
I may not be able to 100% but please know that I have never stop trying💪


You are an example of this phrase.

"Don't give them the fish, teach them how to fish. " 🐠

You have taught me really alot of valuable lessons these times and I am truly grateful. 😊

Thank you.

Through the happy, angry and sad times, you always teach me how to end them positively.

God will definitely take care of you and your family for all the hidden good deeds you have done. 😊

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On my own


I finally manage to get out of the house on my own on my crunches and wheelchair.



To a once-my-favourite-place.



I fell, I climbed up.
I was stucked at the main door.
I hopped to get out of the house.
I push myself in and out of the lift.
I wheeled myself up and down the slope.
I have learnt to manage my expectation.
I expected that my friendships were strong enough for me to rely.
And then I faced disappointments.
Were they wrong?
No. They weren't.
They have their freedom.

Being there for them was my own personal choice.
Wanting them to be there for me was my personal desire.
From the beginning, it was none of their business.

And I learnt this the hard way.

In life, you can rely on no one but yourself.
It's the truth.

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Too much

I guessed I asked for too much.
It's OK.

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Knee injury


On braces.

God knows how terrified I am.
To be unable to move smoothly on my own.
Being unable to work..
Not having money..
Staying on the bed 24/7..
Facing walls..
Those quietness,those emptiness..

I've lost interest in so many things..
I don't like to see my phone that much anymore..
I don't like to talk so much anymore..
I don't like to watch shows as much as I used to anymore..
I don't like the kind of foods that I used to love much anymore..

Pain and pain,
Time and time wasting around..
2018 is just around the corner..

And do I really need to bring my injured leg over to next year including Chinese new year?

Totally sucks.
All the plans just interrupted.
Plans for monthly savings from Jan 2018 .
To settle the permanent job documents..
Health check-up, etc etc..


So much to do, yet being tied down by an injured leg.

I hate this construction, so so bad.

I feel so suffocated..

Can someone bring me out? 😢

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空洞,冷却
心里最深处不断琢磨着:

“不知道是不是真心的!”
“你是骗子!“
“你是不是在玩我?”
“我本来要开始专注工作,现在又要我来陪你?!什么啊?!”
“你的逻辑真的很奇怪!”
“没有未来。”
“不适合。”


好多好多的负面。
多么真心的负面。
那么,欢笑算什么?
那么,陪伴算什么?


我厌倦我这颗心。

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The fall
It's when you are injured, you get to see how people react to you.
I've seen all the mixed feelings reactions when I was in pain and when I was kind of bedridden.

I saw the irritated expression, I saw the ignorant expression.
It feels like you have troubled someone alot.

Sometimes, I can't help but to think what if today it isn't just a fall?
What if I am down with cancer?
What if I am paralyzed?

Who, is going to be the one who will willingly take care of me?

I try my best to remain positive but all these are draining my efforts as days pass by....

How long can I hold on?

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我爱女尔
爱一个人,真的很难控制。
也许这是我唯一剩下的爱女尔方式。
希望女尔过得好。。

我是真的很真心。

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忧郁症
我的病又发的不可收拾了。。

怎么办。。
我所一直建的保护层快破功了。
我快无力支撑了。。
怎么办。。。
我没有地方可以说。。。
也没有人可以诉苦。。。

厕所是我唯一的归宿。
刀,是我唯一的止痛药。。

我不停地叫理智留着,却被我的心吞噬。。
我快不行了,有没有人可以救救我?
拜托 。。。😢😢😢😢😢

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21112017 - The day I got the news
It's hard to breathe..
Tears rolled down uncontrollably when those words ring in my ears.

My world suddenly felt like an illusion.
What was real and what's not?

I practice manipulating those memories to reach my mind..
I practice closing up the ears and let the words stay in the air..

If it wasn't the practice, I would have probably done something that will not have a reversible change.

The pain still got to me but I must say, "Very much filtered with my practice. "

I am so afraid to touch my bare wound more than anyone can imagine.

我对感情彻彻底底地失去任何信任和希望。
这辈子让我觉得唯一我最爱也最爱我的女人竟然会。。。 😢


这局,我真的彻底输了。
比一年前输得还惨。

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JH & QT
一个过去式的恋人再次相遇,
以前的甜蜜回忆重新苏醒。
她们又处在了一起。
当时见面的时候,在7-11外面,

JH说:“再次相遇我才真的知道什么是把握当下。”

QT心里觉得十分感慨。
她以为终于可以再续前缘,以一个不同的思维和方式。。

QT在糖厂值夜班。
由于工作比较粗重,所以经常觉得精疲力尽。
回到家基本上就是瘫在床上睡觉。
她因为刚从台湾回来的时候是多数做2300的班,陪伴JH的时间也比较多。

但自从11月开始,1900的班就变多了。
陪伴JH的时间也大大变少了。
一个星期5天班,一个星期6天班。

星期六早上下班回家真的就是想睡觉睡到死的那种感觉。。
因为累,越来越忽略了JH,也让她觉得自己是一个人的。

由于每逢星期天和☃约定好都会一起去大草地平衡每个礼拜的大大小小的起起落落,所以也占据了1700-2100的时间。

这,让JH非常不解。
她认为QT为了别人冷落她,
有时间陪别人却没时间陪她。

心里的不平衡和难过迅速增加了许多。

QT十分无奈,JH觉得自己更是那个无奈的一方。

渐渐地,她们就也越疏越远。
从平常的1800-1855的聊天时间变得都完全没有通话了。
JH的信息越来越少。

或许是QT活该得到报复?
或许是QT应该把友情全部砍断,
时时刻刻都准备陪着她才对吧?

QT问她:“你不觉得我们的爱情会走向坟墓吗?“

JH问回她:“你不觉得你很奇怪吗?你觉得我管太多,现在我退一步了,你反而问我?“

QT只是为了想要进步彼此的感情罢了,所以才会提起勇气问。
她知道她一定会被射回来说是她自己没时间陪她,等等的。。
又回到了卑微状态。

前天,QT在JH的po文上看到一个女生的暧昧回复。
所以幼稚地去回复了那个女人。
当时JH和QT在视频。

JH说:“你干嘛这样说?你好像在挑衅别人耶。别人惹你吗?“
QT就回说:“对啊,她就是惹到我。“

JH大概觉得QT很扯吧。

QT照样继续回复了那个女人。

可是,JH却去向那个女人道歉。

有太多太多的情绪,根本无法发泄。
不知道如何发泄,如何解释。
当时,甚至到现在这个moment,QT的心开始起了疙瘩,觉得那个女人比自己重要。

整个天秤已经失衡。
突然信任都瞬间消失。


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故事还没写完,就结束了。
JH真的和那个女人暧昧了。
爱上她了。
故事不再有JH 和 QT了。
多么痛。

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Self-contented

⛄&🐻 weekly sunset-lime session.

Yes, I have learnt to accept change.
And remembered my all time quote,
"As long as you are happy, I am happy. "

I received too much happiness from you and almost forgot to ask if you are also as happy as me.
I come to terms that you may be busy and after those busy times, you would want time to yourself.
I respect that willingfully.
And i trust you to treasure our friendship as much as you and that lesser meet up does not mean our friendship become anything lesser.

Know that i will always be there for you whenever you need me.
You played an important role in my life and will continue to be.

I will always remember the good times and frequent meet-ups in the past and keep it in my heart and cherish them.

I know you want the best for me and gor that, i will keep working hard.😊

Hope that someday when you come here and view my blog again, you will feel less burdened by my less posession of our friendship.

Less possession does not mean less love.
It means more freedom and more understanding. You will always be my best buddy! 😘

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My heartfelt words
If ⛄ don't want 🐻 anymore, 🐻 go.

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Hey friend.
Hey my close buddy,
14days not seeing each other,
We seemed to have distant huh..
You ah you.

I guess you probably am stressed about your family and job issues.
So I choose not to think so much.

But, am I right or wrong?

What I feel and what i think..
I am scared to make mistakes too.

If there are some things you want to say, want to make it clear, please do so.
Know that, I always value our friendship. 😊

I hope you think the same way too.

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A day to remember

Wow wow wow!
Who's the lucky one? 😂
This is my very first attempt in my 27years of life here on Earth 🌍.

Everything that happened wasn't expected but I'm glad that it ended up happily
I have never thought anything good will happen to me, but it did.
Thank you for being so sweet.
It melts my frozen heart, watered my withered feelings.

A day to remember.
【 Happy 🐻, 27.08.2017 】

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Such a bless!


Sometimes I wonder what have I done to deserve such a good brother in my life. 😭
Someone to walk with me when I'm down, when I'm bored..
Someone to eat with me when I am alone..
Someone to respond to me almost everytime..
Someone to cook for me when I am sick..
Someone who secretly go buy medicine and strepsils for me while I am buying food..

I have done nothing much for this person who had blessed me so much..
Thank you, ⛄

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So much love and kindness felt.

What beats a really close buddy sending a home cooked food to your house void deck for you to eat during a sick day? 😊
Was feeling really uncomfortable in the body.😩
Hot and cold.. Hot and cold..
Fever had subsided but my body just feels uncomfortable like as though my head is poked by needles, my stomach stirring and throat feeling the heaviness.

Thank you ⛄for going that extra mile.
Thank you taking time out to accompany me, really.

You always show me what a true friend really is.
I really appreciate our friendship. 😝

When I said,
"One day you will leave Singapore and go back home and I will need to learn to live alone again. ",
I almost teared up.
It was a conflicted feeling..
Because I want to see you happy with your wife and son,but at the same time I don't want you to leave.

Well..
That's for the future to say..
As for now, let's treasure our time together when we can and make the best memories out of it. 😉

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⛄ cook for 🐻

Fried wintermelon!
It's like a "Wow! "
It's the first time ⛄ tries to fry this.
He was pretty worried that this dish will fail. 😂
But it was like... Damn delicious!
Yumyum! 😋
If not for my diet, I confirm can finish the whole bowl in few minutes !😛

Sometimes all you need is a close friend whom you can trust and be comfortable with.
Just being who you are and relaxed,really and literally.

At times when 🐻 am low in battery and 🐻 can't find who 🐻 supposed to, 🐻turn to ⛄ and talk talk talk and then she feels better!

I guess that's what real friendship is about?😊

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A day out with my best buddy, Dongdong!


A picture taken by ⛄
I love this picture alot.
Rainbow had been something I always loved and I always wish to be a rainbow in people's heart.
Giving them hope, letting them know that after all that they have gone through, there will always be a 🌈.



This flower is very mysterious.
Dark green base, with purple reflection and alil furry.
It feels like me sometimes..
Look poisonous but not poisonous.
Mysterious, living her own world.



This picture is cute because of the way it opens his mouth. Probably because he saw so many cactus 🌵 and that he can get many water? 😂



This picture makes me laugh because we happen to see her after I was laughing out loud.. Hahahaha..



This is cute with his shisha!
Recalled when I first tried shisha at Vietnam with Tiffany~😊



This is no doubt, my favourite photo of the day! Pooh with piglet..
Looks like a thinking Pooh ~ 😍

*picture deleted to protect one's privacy*

And finally a picture of us at our favourite place, the waterfall.
I have always loved the waterfall.
The calmness it brings, the feeling of it washing away all the impurities of my body and my soul.
The fresh air it brings, giving me the peace in my heart. 😊

It had been so long since I travelled to town.
What is better than having my best buddy at a place we both like? 😊

I'm grateful for your existence in my life.
Thank you, Dongdong ⛄

God knows how appreciative 🐻 is.


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Teddy wants a home
🐻一直盼望有一个【家】。
一个随时都可以很心安地回去的家。。
有属于自己的空间。。
有爱的人在身旁。。
住在里头的都是互相不离不弃的人。。

我要怎么拥有一个家?
有时候想到这里,我就会哽咽。。
在上班的时候,突如其来的泪水,
心中一股酸酸的味道,让我无法控制自己的眼泪。

我不是想家,因为我不知道哪里是家。

心里有很多对自己的疑问。。
是不是我不够好。。
去哪里都不够好,所以我不配拥有一个家?

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My Birthday Weekend

This is the man who accompanied me throughout my birthday weekend!


If you remember, my previous post was about how sad I was about my birthday..
I must say that it wasn't really that bad afterall.
My King and I went back to my Malaysia home over the weekend..
With just the whole house to ourselves = total freedom..
We blast the air-con the whole day like as if it was free..
Don't blame us, blame the weather! :D
We went in on Friday with a massive jam..
When we reached home, we just drop dead on the bed and sleep..
I tell you, it had been sooo sooo long since both of us had a good sleep.
Singapore was so so humid and the air-con was not strong enough plus
the King suffered without air-con in his house and would always
have difficulty trying to sleep..
For me, I also feel hot, but it was actually my knee pain and my back
that was so painful that I can't find a correct spot to sleep comfortably..
And I will often be in "Alpha" state.
A state of "seemingly asleep but not asleep".
I don't know if you actually experienced that before..

Surprisingly, we woke up at about 8.30am the next day,
feeling totally refreshed!
Of course, we took the privilege of lazing around on bed until we
finally want to get up and wash up and go out for our favourite meal..
Which is.. MEE HOON KUEY! :D

You probably wonder what is so nice about it..
I tell you, I MUST eat it when I go back to my Malaysia home..
I love the homemade thick thick mee hoon kuey with the money vege,
the ikan bilis, the super clear and sweet soup together with chilli padis,
and not forgetting the meat balls!
Every single thing inside is just SUPER TASTY & ADDICTIVE,
and I am not exaggerating at all..

After eating. we went to the Foot Reflexology just opposite.
I decided to pop by to check out their prices..
As you know, I fell down and was in pain for a week already..
I hope someone can massage it for me..
It was RM40 for foot massage for 60mins..
And yes, I went for it..
It was done by a Malaysian man who look abit like Ah Beng.
I was quite scared in the beginning..
However, the quote says,

Never judge its book by its cover.

So true! He was damn good!
Just touch touch my knee, he can spot out what is the problem..
He told me that my "the part behind my knee" is injured,
and said that I must have had a hard time lifting up my leg..
He said that I should have put ice pack the very day I fall, at least.
He said it would take a long time to recover..
And he went on to massage my legs..
I swear he is so good!
He is not like those typical masseur who just go,:
Step 1: this this
Step 2: that that..
He was like searching for those places that are in need of massage
and focus more on it..
And of course, he spent more time massaging my injured area for
my right leg..
And it really ease a hell of pain away..
Grateful!

And comes the best part of my birthday weekend!
My dearest boyfriend cooked pasta for me! 
You might think that, 
"Well, just a home-cooked pasta only what, what's so good?"

Firstly, this is a big effort to make.
He could have just easily bring me out for dinner instead.
It is the love and efforts that counts..
And it is the first time he cooks pasta..
I believe it really took him alot of courage to do it for me on my birthday~


My BEST birthday meal and surprise



A closer look



Thank you b, for making my birthday one that is full of love..
I love you.. :*







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Happy 24th birthday to myself

Happy Birthday to Delphine-Winnie-FQT



It's my 24th birthday this year.
Honestly, I don't really wish that this day comes.
I wish that I can just hop over to 21st June for this year 2014.
It's a year when I am penniless..
It's okay when people around you don't have money for your birthday..
But, to not have money yourself, is really soul-breaking..

At least if nobody celebrates your birthday for you, you can use your
own money and pamper yourself..

However, this year..
Not only do I not have money, people around me also have no money.
Thus, making me feel depressed..
Having no one to celebrate my birthday for me on my actual day..
No one to sing birthday song to me..
No birthday cake..
No presents...
No surprise..
No friends around..
I don't really have friends to begin with, I guess?
Even my besties aren't around..

I can't help but to feel lonely and sad..
HAHA..
Well..well..

You know what do I actually really hate about my birthday?
It isn't my birth-day..
It isn't the month problem..
It isn't the day problem..
It isn't the date problem also..
It isn't the time problem as well..

It is the secret expectation of people's expressions of love towards me; A secret desire to be appreciated for my birth.


Happy birthday song sung by me






I don't sing well, please don't judge.


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Injured Knee

My Knee Murderer



Last Saturday when I was at work at Safra Toa Payoh, I fell down and hurt my knee..
It was a very epic and unexpected fall.

This was what happened.
There is this small table for kids to do suncatcher painting and I was sitting there 
to teach the kids how to do it.
Halfway through, as there were customers coming to the booth, I need to go over to tend the booth.
There was a few Star Wars Darth Vaders standing around to let kids to take photo with.
And there was one standing right between the small table and the booth.
So, I had to *hop* over to the back to go to the booth.
Unfortunately, when I was hopping, my right leg hit the back rest of the kids chair..
And guess what? I toppled over.
I tell you.. The pain was not funny.
However, because my shirt already flipped up and for a very self-conscious person like me,
I just immediately stand up and slowly walk to the booth where the chair is.
I was trying to endure the pain inside.
My neighbour booth was so scared because he saw that I fell quite badly.
I just sat there and keep quiet.
I can feel the excruciating pain arising from my knee area..

It feels exactly like this picture..

I didn't even dare to move myself.
It wasn't long before I started to weep quietly as I sat there..
I was literally trembling..
For a moment, I thought I could not walk anymore.

Of course, I slowly tried to stand up and limp towards the kids' table and teach them how to 
do the suncatcher painting.

And you know what's the saddest thing?

My right knee which is badly injured in the inside, has no visible signs of injuries..
I don't think anyone even knows that I am injured unless they saw it themselves.
Yet my left knee which was okay after awhile, have bruises.

People ask me if it was swollen, I didn't even know how to answer.
From the outside, it just look fine..
But it is extremely painful in the inside of the knee..
I could barely lift my leg up.

At night when Joel came to fetch me home with his bike, I couldn't even get on the bike normally.
We had to find ways to let me go up the bike.
I totally felt like a handicap.
I have to get up onto the rider's seat first and slowly push myself back to the pillion seat.

It is crazy as it seems. Oh well..

I wish I could take leave to rest, but well..
Does a poor lady deserves rest?
Money is more important.
It isn't the most important thing in life, but without it, it ruined many lives.

Sometimes, I wish I am rich.




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The Self-Presumed "Happiest Day" that flipped

It was first my happiest day in my coming 24 years and ended up as the most soul-breaking days of it all.


 9th May 2014 is a day that I decided to buy the air tickets and book the hotel to bring my mom overseas for her upcoming birthday despite being really at the brim already..
I remembered clearly that I was left with about 400 over dollars in my bank and a few $2 notes in my wallet.
It was really a very very hard decision to make because every month the whole of my pay goes into paying debts. And when I say "the whole of my pay", it means Mon - Fri admin job of take-home $1200 and my weekends variable income. I will be left with nothing. And the only reason I had 400 over dollars that month was small savings that I saved and scrapped a few months back before starting the installment payment.

I was struggling very very hard to decide on whether to use this $400 over dollars to tide over these "every month zero pay" of 4 months, or to bring my mom overseas. And yes, in the end I decided to just bring my mom overseas because I have always hoped that I can bring her overseas with my own money. She had not been travelling to other countries except for Indonesia(once with her friends) and Malaysia because we had always been in a not-so-good financial situation since young. 

I paid about $275 for our air tickets through Scoot. I went to find the best reviews for the hotels in comparison to the remaining money I am left with. So, I found "The Loft77" which I paid about $87 for the biggest room with breakfast and "The Vertical Suite" for about $120. Loft77 was the cheapest and nearest to airport of the few I like, so for budget-wise, I chose to stay there for one night. The Vertical Suite was the one I truly looked forward to bring her to, and if I had enough money I would have stayed there for both nights. In the description, there were bedroom, bath tub, living room, dining table, kitchen, refrigerator, over, microwave, toaster and even washing machine. I was thinking that staying in a place like home will be very ideal when you are overseas. And yes, my bank was left with $0.07 after all these payments. I was preparing to starve because I feel that nothing beats being able to bring my mom overseas for her birthday!

I have always wished I can do something for her, to let her know that I really love her and cares for her. I want her to know that other than my king, I also want to be able to bring her and dad out to travel on my own expenses, just to let them be stress-free.

When I was young, I always hear them saying that they want to travel around. However, it never happened.
That is because we can't afford to do so. I have always take this to heart and really want to bring them for travelling. This time round, I could only bring my mom there without my dad because that's really the maximum I can afford. And I really really feel sad about it and feel really disappointed with myself. In regards to this feeling about not being able to bring my dad together, I did not tell anyone.

I guess it is because I was forced to be independent when I was young, therefore I can't and don't really express much of my most inner feelings to my family. I was often bullied in Primary schools by my schoolmates and even the teachers. I lived in JB back then, waking up at 3.45am and board the school bus at 4am and reached home at 9.30pm everyday except Sunday. My mom was banned from coming to Singapore because of some ROM issues, and my dad also goes to work in Singapore to and fro everyday. There was no such thing as handphone back there and if you can afford a pager, it is already considered a very "WOW" thing. We were too poor for that.

I was a transferred student from another school after my mom's issue. I could not really click with anybody. When I was young, because we are too poor and I am too hungry, I go around borrowing money. And of course, I have many problems with returning them the money and etc. And this issue got me into alot of problems. I started to owe the canteen aunties money for their food. I was being looked down for my actions as expected out of what the society will do. I was being hated, teachers and students are disgusted with my behaviour. And no, I am not saying that I agree with my behaviour nor do I think it is the right thing to do.

What to expect from my Primary school experience? Of course, Upper Primary started to extort money from me, bullied me. There was once, a big and tall Primary 5 boy grabbed me up from my collar and throw me onto the floor because I had no money and of course because I was well hated by everyone. And everyone knows that no one, absolutely no one will stand up for me. Not the schoolmates, not the teachers, not the principals and not even my parents. I was basically treated like a child with no parents. To everyone, I am just a unwanted and unloved child that no one loves or cares about.

I had no one to turn to. I had no one to talk to. I had no one to rely on. All I knew is I need to be strong because no one will be there for me. I have always learnt that no one in this world will help you except yourself. I have always told myself that I need to be strong, be stronger, be the strongest.

I had signs of depression and anger since young and as you can expect, counselling room is a place I will visit every week for my sort of behaviour and psychological disorder.Honestly, that's the only place that I always looked forward to go to. It is the only place in school that no other students are around, a place I can relax myself for a short while. I remembered being a very angry child and I think my counselor knew that. She taught me ways to control my anger and it is considered the only things I learnt in my Primary years. I did not reveal all of me to her, not the part I was bullied, not the part I was really hurt and insecure.

Note that the amount of time I spend at home, is from 9.30pm to 3.45am for at least 5 days per week. That is about 6 hours and 15 minutes which consists of my bath time, homework time and sleep time.

I had no time to talk about how I feel and what happened to me in school. The only things my parents know is they have gotten complaints from school. They beat me up terribly alot, ranges from clothes hangers to canes to those wooden rods used for hanging clothes to thick wood rod, of course not forgetting being pressed down to the floor and slapped more than a hundred times so hard that my whole face were swollen like a pig head. What's worse is I need to bring that beat-up face, caned marks all over my body, legs and hands,many blue-blacks and sometimes bleeding wounds to school. Not only do I suffer physical pain, I suffered humiliation from teachers and students, suffered mental torture from all the laughs, giggles, gossips and weird stares. It just proved them right that I am a unloved child.

My pride and ego was crushed like they never existed, my heart was torn into pieces like as if they weren't supposed to be in one-piece in the first place. I was desperate and did not know what to do. There was a night I went to my mom's container to take money without her permission. And guessed what did I do with the money? Eat? Nope. Play? Nope. Shop? Yes, but not things for myself. I went to bookshop to buy many many glitter pens which was something very hot-selling back in those days. And did you guess the next step? I distributed them to everyone, in exchange for friendship, for them to write in my diary. And yes, they did accept it and be "nice" to me. However, it did not wait long before my mom realised that her money was "miraculously" lost. The bus uncle who fetched the Malaysian students to and fro from school realised that I had been giving out presents to other schoolmates and told my mom about it. Obviously, I got into very bad shit from there on.

My dad came to school to see the principal about this matter. My classmates realised that there is danger coming so all of them threw the used glitter pens back at me and quickly ended the "never-once-truthful-friendship" with the sentence, "Glitter pen you take back, so we don't want to friend you anymore." My parents were extremely angry with me for many many months over this issue. In the beginning, I did not tell her the reason why I did what I have done. It was only until she beats me until I am in excruciating pain and I am in an extreme fear for the next beating that I said that the reason I took her money was to buy friendships. She was even angrier at how stupid I can be and why I took HER money to buy MY friends. I do not remember how long the beatings and scoldings went on, it went on for way too long.

And Primary school life was still back to square one, just a worse one. My table was thrown down from 4th floor into a pond, my books were torn and thrown into different rubbish bins around the school. I was asked to stand at the left hand corner of the class everyday behind the movable cupboard which was called the "library corner". The teacher who is named Mr Lim will ask his "pets" to sweep all the dirt onto me when it is "housekeeping" time. And yes, almost the whole of Primary 4 was spent sitting at the left hand corner on the dirty floor where dusts and dirt are my best friends, blocked by the cupboard as he did not want to see my sickening face. Well.. that kind of summarized my Primary School life.

When I was Secondary 1, my mom was given permission to enter Singapore, so we stayed in Singapore. Again, I could not click with my secondary school mates. And yes, it had always been an issue. In the beginning, I did make a few friends, we even went to perform on stage together. I was dying to have a different life compared to my primary school life. However, somehow along the way, the girl who I was close to, started to date Ah Bengs from upper Secondary. We then drifted and even started to have misunderstandings.

She started asking her Ah Beng and Ah Lian friends to find trouble with me. She lied about many things that I did not do. She is a very pretty and popular girl in school back then, and of course a hideous girl like me won't be of anyone's good books and as usual I needed to fight the battle alone. Yes, alone, again.

Maybe you had guessed it right, there was no way I could win the battle. I lost in my looks, lost in my popularity and soon I lose my good attitude as well. I began building walls, strong and tough walls. I needed them to protect myself, afterall I had some experience of it in Primary school already. My desire to be accepted by people started to get buried up by my walls of anger and hatred.

My mom felt that I was rebellious and said that I had changed alot and had turned rotten, yes, rotten apple.
She said I was never like that even when I was in Primary School. There were constant scoldings, beatings and insults from her that happened very frequently. These definitely added coldness into my darkness. I really felt like as if I was walking in a very dark tunnel where I can't even see anything but feel my brokenness and uncontrollable tears. 

My attitude became very strong. I did not even cry when I was beaten up by the gangsters. I stare straight into their eyes when being questioned and threatened. Somehow I mastered the skill of not blinking. I can literally not blink at all for a very very long time. I felt like a zombie. I walked to school, in school, out of school, like a dead zombie. I remembered always seeing my soul floating behind me and looking at myself, my back view. Tears will often play around my eyes as I sink lower to the bottom world. I will always tell myself not to let my tears roll down and force myself and absorb the tears back to my heart from my eyes.

My heart turned cold. And for many years, I was not afraid of coldness. I believe it is because of the strong defensiveness in me, knowing that I am the only one who can protect myself. And also because of a strong belief that if my heart is cold enough, my body will not feel cold. I guessed that's how I can bear the coldness most people can't and sometimes not even realising there is coldness.

You are probably wondering why I did not talk or confide in my parents. I tried. There was once I told my dad that there is this group of girls who is calling other gangs to look for my trouble. He came with me and you know what happened? He submitted to the beauty of the ladies. He was smiling and talking to them and even say that,"Sorry if my daughter is a bad child. Hope you guys just let it go." and continued smiling to them. I felt very disgraced and of course I became a joke for the next few months when the gossips of how my dad also think that I am a bad child, reminding me of those days I had in Primary school. And, of course I did try to confide in my mom, and all she thinks is that it is all my own fault. Because I am too fat, too attitude, too lousy, unpopular and etc. And whenever she is angry, she will use all those problems I once confided with her to shoot and provoke me, laughing at my miserable soul.

I swear, the things said, the actions done, broke me into dust. Gradually, I begin to be unable to cry. I felt intense sadness but no tears could come out. And again, I will see my soul standing behind me and giving myself a pat on my head telling me "It's ok, I love you." My soul had the ability to cry but my physical eyes don't. If you look close and clear enough, you could see every bit of emptiness in those eyes of mine. You will just feel a sense of creepiness I guess? Because of the motionless of my eyes and the way I walk - slow and paced. Even now when I am recalling back on how I walked, I could still feel the intensity of brokenness within.

All those years, I couldn't express love for my mom. Another main reason was because I was being denied of my love for her by her, again and again. I always celebrates her birthday, tried buying rose, cooking for her, doing house chores, making cards and etc, but she never once felt loved, or at least that's what she said. And honestly, I was always very heartbroken to hear that. 

But because I know I need to be more matured, to read between the lines and all that. I secretly thinks that she did feel my love for her, she was happy even if it was for that one second, she knows that I love her just that she don't say. And for many years, that was how I keep reminding myself that she does know that I love her and cares for her.

I always strongly believe in that until this time round, on the 6th June 2014 night. She was revealing what my dad feels about me and etc. The only few sentences I could remember is,

"Papa always gets angry about you and scold me saying that I should not do this and that for you and that you are a very bad child. And I always tell him that,"You only have one child, you don't care for her, who else you can care for? In future, she will mature and even if she don't, if you die already, she will still attend your funeral, isn't it?" then he keeps quiet."

I swear, for that very moment I hear this, I could feel the breaking sounds of the chains that is keeping the pieces of my heart attached. She actually said that sentence very calmly and proudly of how she stood up for me. Every single word sounded very sincere, very truthful and is like it really came from the bottom of her heart, with no pretense at all. I was flabbergasted together with devastation. Is like, all the bubbles of "I thought you know that I love you and cares for you and really put in effort to do my best to show you, just that because you are a elder so you do not want to admit it.", just burst. 

"I know I am a not-good-enough daughter, and had failed you in many of your expectations, disappointed you, made you upset and is a daughter that has never made things go right, never treated you guys well before."
Thinking back that all those times when I told you that,"I know I am a not-good-enough daughter, and had failed you in many of your expectations, disappointed you, made you upset and is a daughter that has never made things go right, never treated you guys well before." and how you complained to dad and quarrelled just to make me believe that's not the case. You beat me, fight with me, chased me out of the house to oppose against this thought I had, telling me how wrong I was to think this way and that you two thought very well of me. To also think back of how innocent and naive I was, to believe that you really had at least a little tinnie-minnie feeling and knowing of how I really love you and am really taking any opportunity I have,to make the family a better one and a happier one.-despite how your actions, body languages and words meant the other way.

There was a true and hopeful little Winnie inside my heart that thought maybe you could feel at least a little bit of love that I have for you, at least a little bit of change I made. In the end, it just proved that it all goes as a waste, a wilful thinking.

She also said,

"Since when have you think about your family? What have you done for the family? You don't even love your home."

Again, with a calm and sincere tone, a tone that again showed how much she truly feels this way for all these years.

I do not know how to fully express how I felt inside. I was so...so...broken... That last piece of hope I held, is gone. I felt being lied to. I could not understand why must she go all out to beat me, scold me, chase me out of the house just to show me that my thinking is not true when the truth is - my thinking is nothing but the truth. Maybe people will feel that I am immature for writing these, for feeling this way because I will never understand a mother's heart and thinking till I am a mother myself. I, too, tried to think in her shoes. 

The reasons I came up with her actions were:-

  1. To protect me
  2. Don't want to hurt me
  3. Pride and ego
  4. Truth-denial
  5. Don't want to have conflicts at home
Still, I couldn't accept it. 

I have to admit that a part of me was torn away ever since that night and I have yet to be in peace.
Alot alot of negative emotions, alot alot of feelings, like I had lost that last piece of hope and belief about my family in me. There were so much more things being said but by then my heart and mind had already shut down the doors. 

There is one last thing I remembered clearly.
She said,

"I cannot understand why my daughter become like that. I took care of you when you were young. How come you become like this? How come you become so fat and ugly? I really don't understand. There are many nights I have to cry secretly. I really really don't know why you become so fat. You know, my friends always ask,"Eh, why your daughter so fat? You never control her is it?" You know how embarrassed and ashamed I feel anot? I don't even know how to say. My friends laugh at me because of you. I really don't know how come you become like that."

Although I have heard similar things from her before, I still can't control but to feel depressed. I told her that I don't understand why till now she still thinks this way. I had been putting alot of effort to slim down, I put in alot of effort to control my diet, resist my temptation, avoid going to fast food restaurants, avoid fried stuffs, avoid sweet stuffs, stay in office so that I don't feel too hungry, eat one meal per day, gym, exercise and I had slimmed down about 7.5kg since April 2014. She said that she cannot see any results at all, she never see me slimming down at all. And she said she find that I am very weird that I don't dare to let her see my weight.

I will never reveal it to her simply because she cannot tolerate it. If she knew my real weight, she would be more miserable than ever. I think it is best to leave it at her imagination. I don't think I can take in anymore blows. It is better to be misunderstood for something that can be true or not true than to be misunderstood for something that is true but has its story behind it.

I am just really shattered into pieces in the inside since then. It feels like it is raining inside everyday especially when I see her, whenever I think of that night, whenever I see my ugly fats in the mirror, whenever I feel the fats on my body. 

I think I might be suffering from bulimia. I feel a very strong,intense depressed emotion of not working out enough in gym. If i do not work out non-stop for 2 hours, I will feel that I have wasted my time, I have not done good enough. If I do not feel the pain from the workouts, I will feel that I have not done enough. When I see any foods, I will be "NO!!! I CANNOT EAT!!!!!". I will have the feeling to want to vomit out all the food I have put in my mouth. I just feel disgusted with myself.

Pardon my long long long long old grandma story.


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Side-track abit and to end it lightly:
There was ONE identical thing that happened in my Primary School and Secondary School life that gave me a little relaxation and ease. That is band

In Primary School, I wanted to join band, I was asked to sing "DO" and I was accepted by the band instructor. At that time, everyone stopped the band instructor from allowing me to join band, telling how bad I was. It was only him, Mr Simon Ng, who gave me a glimpse of hope, a reason to live. He ignored their comments and treated me very well. I am the only one who dare to speak to him, eat with him and even have his handphone number. I am very grateful to him because I felt that there is one human who still cares for me and believes in me. Till now, I am still very grateful of his existence. 

In Secondary School, I continue to pursue music in band. This time the instructor is Ms Doreen Tan. In the beginning, she is really very judgmental towards me and french horn section, because she herself is a very pro french horn player. I trained very very hard, practised very very hard, channelled all my energy and time into making it good. I remembered there was once, there was a school concert and I remembered it was the song "Mulan", I texted her to stop looking down on us and how sad I feel about her comments. She replied,"There is always a door for you if you are unhappy." Of course, I was angry back then. When we were warming up at the rehearsal hall, we looked into each other's eyes when we saw each other. Her eyes brimming with "You are very daring." and mine with "Hmmph! Watch us play and prove you wrong!" At last, our hard efforts was worth! She jumped in joy and said that our section played exceptionally well. From that day onwards, my french horn section had maintained the "Best Section" throughout the years I was there and a few years more though I don't know how it is for now.
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