like one, two, three, start afresh

Today my brother officially moved into his house. Though it's not moving in, exactly, since he's still going to be living at home because it's closer to work. In any case, his house is now officially fit to live in. If you discount the noticeable lack of any kind of furniture. It's stocked with his clothes and toiletries and kitchen utensils and cutlery and non-perishable foods though. I'm not really sure why we had to spend the entire day there though. After my mother did some incomprehensible Chinese ritual, we carted everything inside. 

I am clearly not cut out to ever try to assemble anything, even when given written directions. Instead, I got relegated to washing and putting things away. There really wasn't a lot to do and I spent the better part of the afternoon just lying on the floor on my phone, writing, and then napping when I got cold. Since it's a new developmental area the reception, and the 3G, is sketchy at best so there wasn't a whole lot I could really do. 

I'm not really sure what he's going to do with the house now though. I guess eventually it'll go up for rent? I can't imagine any of us moving in there, since it's a good 40-45 minute drive out of the city. I really like the set up of the house though, particularly the open kitchen-living-dining area. We're still working on the backyard though - it still needs to be paved and grassed and fenced off. The surrounding area is really nice too! There's a playground and a walking circuit just out the back, and the shopping centre is only about 15 minutes walk away. 

I don't really think of my brother as old, or even that much older than me, in any sense. That he actually owns a house now is sort of an odd thing to think about. It's like he should be in a steady relationship and preparing to get married or something like that. 

departures

Part of graduations is the significance that you're done with this part of your life. It hurts to think about, even if you're not the one who is graduating. Watching the people you know graduate just hones in the fact that there's only a limited time left.

You know that one day the person graduating is going to be you, and you're going to have to wake up and look around and tell yourself that you're really not a child any more. That you have to start thinking about other things, prioritise, that you can't just sit around and let blissful waves of a fantasy world wash over you any more. People disappear from that world you created together, replaced by new ones that you don't know. People leave and move on and disappear, leaving virtually nothing behind. And one of these days, that's going to be you. You just won't be able to afford that world any more, time-wise, money-wise, emotion-wise.

Sometimes, there are people who are fortunate enough to have a few people who will carry that world forward for a few years, to be able to indulge in with the people they know who are in the same situation, unwilling to let go. But it isn't, it won't be long before you feel an overwhelming wave of patheticness. And that's the last thing you want to feel or to call others. But the problem is that there is no support out there in the world of "I need to find a career".

A career. A family, perhaps. A life outside that little bubble that you managed to encapsulate yourself in. A life that other people will approve of. Because while you were so busy not caring about what people thought when we had the beautiful, dorky, amazing parts of our fantasy world, they moved on without us.

And life afterwards can get very, very lonely.

In life afterwards, you feel like you've lost some of your best friends. In a way, everything in that world was your best friend - always smiling at you, encouraging you, doing silly things with and for you, telling you they love you; you spent all your time in the world together, even if sometimes it all made you cry. And then it's gone and you only have a few people left who understand, and you have to go through the jarring transition together, holding on for, and onto, dear life.

You have to make that transition from your fantasy world and all the happiness that came from it to everything else. Everything real. Everything that isn't what you spent all your waking time on for the past however many years. It felt like forever, but it wasn't.

Sometimes, you hate that you ever found that world. Because even though it made you so indescribably happy, you know that leaving it will hurt so much more, will be so much worse, so much more sad and painful than it was happy. Is that world, has that world been, will that world be worth it? Sometimes, you don't know. When you think about it, you're not sure that you will always be able to say that, "Yes, it was worth it."

All you can do is wait to find out.

would you lend me some of your time?

After a prolonged period of time away from a certain group of people, I always overestimate my ability to socialise with them. Either that, or I somehow seem to convince myself that I was better friends with them than I was, and that they will actually make concerted efforts to talk to me and include me in the conversation. It's kind of a vicious cycle, wherein everyone else seems to have fun and I am left feeling stupid and ridiculous for ever entertaining the notion that people actually enjoy my company.

The thing is, I value everyone that has passed through my life, regardless of how fleeting. Unless you've done something monumentally stupid to make me dislike, I usually think of you fondly and will want to go out of my way to see you and talk to you and find out how your life has been, provided there's been a suitable amount of time since the last time I happened to go out or run into you. Except that, of course, not everyone feels like this. Particularly when they're closer to everyone else who is not you and happens to be in attendance.

It's a little disappointing to go to an event and end up talking to less than half the attendees. I guess it could have been worse. At least H didn't really know anyone else there either, so once she arrived I almost exclusively talked to her. Out of all the others who attended, the only one I semi-regularly speak to was S, and that only because we share a unit together this semester. It got slightly better once we sat down for dinner though, if only by virtue of the fact that everyone concentrates at least a little more on eating than on talking.

The food was delicious and it was a lovely place to be, I have to give N that. We booked out the back room, and ended up re-arranging the tables to make it a little easier to talk. There was also a man stationed in the alcove singing intermittenly during the night. If I'm remembering correctly, there were pasta dishes with chips, salad and calamari rings for starters; a steak dish or chicken parmigiana alternated as the main, while dessert was vanilla ice cream, blueberry and marshmallow pizza and nutella spread between toasted pita. There was also ice cream birthday cake!

It was a pretty subdued affair on my end, although I suppose some of the others would beg to differ. It was pretty fun to see M and V interacting with the children who kept running through the room, anyway. I've always been the type to sit back and let everything happen around me though; provided others are enjoying themselves, I can sort of forget how excluded I am. That sounds pretty bad, but it doesn't upset me that much, I think. Most of the time, I just watch and think about all the different ways I could write this slice of life. I still ended up staying longer than originally planned, if only because I always feel guilty on skipping out on birthdays before cake, even if I know it's not my fault. Living a ridiculous distance from everyone else has its distinct disadvantages.

I enjoyed being able to see everyone who attended (V, M, J, L, I, S, H, N, A, D, T, are all that I can remember though) even if I didn't talk to most of them. It was a nice reminder of a time of the past.

fuck fuck fuck and more fuck

There are an endless amount of things to do and not enough time to do them all in because I can't get started until I get over this emotional issue. All I want to do is curl up in bed or throw a tantrum, though that would not be productive at all and would only serve to make me even more frustrated.

I haven't failed anything since first year and I don't plan on doing it again. There's so much going wrong though, I don't know where to begin or what to do. I hate technology, I hate group assignments, I hate things being unclear, I hate not being able to find the time to even take care of my body - I hate these health problems, I hate you drawing attention to my lack of participation, I hate writing, I hate not being able to write, I hate not being able to see you, I hate you not contacting me, I hate not accomplishing things that I was supposed to do

I'm so fucking stressed and tired and just plain unhappy. And it just makes me so fucking frustrated and makes me want to cry. Or at least use the word 'fuck' a lot. I fucking hate that you think it's okay to just fucking not show up and leave me in the lurch with a flimsy as fuck excuse, then have the fucking nerve to just defer a semester and not even fucking bother to tell me about it for two fucking weeks and fuck me over for an assessment. I fucking hate that you're shoving this part onto me when I'm clearly the weakest of our six. I fucking hate that we're not doing shit until the last minute, that we're changing shit up in the fucking two days before the due date. I don't fucking care that it's not even worth all that much, I fucking care because doing this shit requires time and effort that I really don't fucking have right now, especially when you all fucking know about how I can barely even fucking sleep anymore.

Fuck uni, fuck you all, fuck all of this shit.

This is so fucking unfair, I just want it to all be fixed or over and done with. I just want to not fucking feel this way, like there's no fucking end in sight, like I'm helpless and strained end to end and under so much pressure to live up to expectations. I just want everything and, at this point, everyone, to go the fuck away so that I can fucking deal with my life again.

I hate feeling like everything is so fucking out of control and that I'm fucking up my entire life.

lucky, i'm looking forward

Everyone should have a friend like C who enjoys baking and bringing food to you.

This chocolate and cheesecake muffin in its adorable patty pan really made my day, particularly as it'd just been microwaved so it was warm when it was handed to me !

love, love, love 大家都需要

Wang Leehom's Open Fire Music Man II concert had its Melbourne stop last night. Anyone who knows me knows that Leehom is one of my absolute all-time favourite artists, and that without him I wouldn't be into Asian music at all. It's been a dream of mine for years to see him live, and it feels amazing to be able to finally check it off the list.

Attending was definitely the best decision I've made all year; Leehom was really super sweet the entire time and I had pretty fantastic seats (courtesy of getting tickets within the first three hours? Haha). I only partially regret not getting VIP seats, if only because of the extra close view and contact. Security kept having to grab people who tried to duck past the ropes to get into VIP when they all started crowding because Leehom was reaching out. My parents, though, would have refused to let me go anywhere for months afterwards if I had insisted on it though. The fanpacks that were on every seat were great though.

I've always been a sucker for ballads, especially ones in Chinese. I find that sad things are often some of the most beautiful to me. I've always had an affinity for anyone's ability to play instruments, too; perhaps because I struck out and knew I would never be anything of note at piano, despite my efforts. It was an incredible experience to be treated to Leehom playing the piano, violin, erhu and guitar all in one night. Despite how easy it is to jam to Leehom's upbeat songs, the best part was definitely the acapella. Although it was pre-filmed, it was still ridiculously cute and ridiculously good. I love seeing anyone of fame joke around and goof off a little. That Leehom did it with five or six other versions of himself was just a bonus.

The World Vision video was gorgeous and just went to show that my unfaltering love in Leehom isn't undeserved. He is such a genuinely good person, it hurts me. He kept reminding people in the VIP section not to push and to be careful, and when one girl apparently looked like she was about to get crushed, he pulled her onto the stage. He didn't even blink when she impulsively hugged him - he just hugged her back. He also hugged a baby and I think I was about a thousand times more jealous of that baby than the girl.

It was a really wonderful night and I cried when it was over. I still sob a little when I look at all my fancams. The concert was probably the highlight of my entire year, I really don't think there could be anything to top it for me.

说不出的爱; 我在你心中只是just a friend

I think the biggest thing that I took away from last week was the reminder that sometimes, the people around you are not the ones you chose, and thoughts of what does it mean to be a good friend? I've heard people say that you ought to love the ones that you're with, if you cannot be with the ones that you love. It's not always as easy as it seems.

There are times when forced proximity can create impressions of emotional closeness. It's not always that way but sometimes it is true, because that's how we cope. When you can either play nice or be caught in perpetual awkwardness, the choice isn't one that's hard to make. Even within that, though, there will be people with whom you are closer to, who you would have chosen to love even if you were not forced to be around them.

I think that's why I say that you can make life-long friendships once you're in university. It provides such a vast sea of people from which you can pick and choose your friends, the people who you want to spend time with outside of classes. Of course, university is not the only place that you can make these kinds of friendships, but I feel like there is a smaller level of forced proximity than in places like work or high school, particularly if you were in a class like mine which never changed students. Once you commit past the superficial levels of similar interests and choose to connect with people on a personal level, the relationship tends to last longer.

That's why it doesn't matter that sometimes I am disappointed or resentful of my friends not living up to my (high, and often silent) expectations. It doesn't matter that sometimes I feel like I am no one's best friend, closest confidante, favourite. What does matter is that I do love the friends that I have and that I do want them in my life. What does matter is that not being someone's "best friend" doesn't mean that they don't want me in their lives.

Friendships change, fact of life, whether they be new ones or old ones. Every friendship is a little different, even if elements of similarity ring through them all because they're rooted in two separate people. There are some friendships where you must give the utmost care, if not always the consideration. Others pass quietly in the background to wither away, if you haven't figured out how and if you can give them what they require, while still others can re-emerge as strong as ever when you reach for them.

I'm not sure how to be able to tell which friendships fall into the kind where you talk frequently and share just about everything, and which are the ones where you talk infrequently, but always with depth and feeling. Always with feeling. Everything with feelings. Because that's how things work around here. You all know I have a whole bunch of feelings.

These few days away made me realise that there are more people than I would've originally thought who I'd count among my trustiest, truest friends. There are more people that I believed that I'd feel comfortable talking to about my fears and thoughts and insecurities; more people than I believed that I'd feel comfortable being stupid and silly around, teasing and touching and being ridiculous. There are so many people who I feel so grateful to know now, but most particularly those who I don't feel like I have to feel uncomfortable around. So, thank you for that, I guess. For being you. For letting me feel that I don't have to hide so much from you. I may or may not see you every day or talk to you the most often but I chose to love you, and I am thankful for you.

[x] remnants of a past

You usually try to avoid leaving at this time. On some days, the ones where it doesn't matter if you miss the first ten or so minutes of class, you leave later. Those days get you lectures from your mother on how precious time is; most days you just leave earlier to spare yourself from it all. Everything's busy at this time, sounds and images that blur and distort as you make your way down the pavement. The streets are roaring with the engines of cars, buses; if you listen closely you can hear the alarm bells of the trams and the boom gates at the train station. 

Your bag sits heavy on your shoulder, dragging you down on one side both with its weight and the hair that's been trapped underneath the strap. You've been growing it out lately - you don't trust anyone in your family to come near you with scissors (years of uneven cuts and bangs in primary school taught you that, though nobody cared about that back then. It's only looking back at those photos now that has you cringing) and you've never made an appointment at the hairdresser. When you reach to lift the strap and tug the strands free, you stumble off-balance, figures pushing past you on each side of the narrow sidewalk. When you look up again, there are two boys with backpacks so large that you can't even see their torsos behind them racing ahead to the pedestrian lights, desperate to start crossing before the lights change and the traffic starts up again.

They don't make it and there's a brief battle over who pushes the button as you draw up and come to stand behind them. The boys are very young, their voices not yet broken; it makes you smile a little. A pair of sneakers enters your peripheral vision and you take a glance over at the woman in her beige suit. It looks a bit ridiculous, sneakers with a suit, but you can sympathise with that when you spot the top of a black heel peeking out from her handbag. If you were running around all day in high heels, you'd want a pair of comfortable shoes at the start and the end of the day, too. She doesn't notice your glance, she's too busy chattering into her mobile phone. You can't hear anything she's saying, her words blending into the constant drone of sound, but there's a nice timbre to her voice. Before you can turn your attention back to the pedestrian lights another voice cuts into your hears, loud and piercing. 

The voice belongs to a girl whose group of friends are arrayed around her. Her school blazer is unbuttoned, the dress tight across her chest with the first button undone, white socks slouching around skinny ankles. The whole ensemble is dragged slightly off centre by the Country Road bag draped over her shoulder. She drags manicured nails through her hair and continues to talk. She pauses as one of the other girls chimes in and glances around at the crowd of people waiting. Too late, you move to look away but she's already caught you, turning her head to look at you. You avert your eyes quickly, ducking your head to check the time on your watch. 

You can feel her gaze lingering on you, appraising you, and you are suddenly so horribly conscious of your faded school uniform (it was your sister's before it was yours because "it's still got some wear in it left") and your scuffed shoes. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, spreading flush down your neck, even as she turns back to her friends. You can hear her make a comment, and as the lights change and the signal starts to beat, all her friends burst into high-pitched giggles. 

You cross the road quickly, weaving between the people, and stride ahead so you can leave behind the girls who are dawdling across the road in a straight line, immersed in their gossip. You feel the prickles of annoyance, hating them for their obvious vacuity, but hating yourself more for envying it. You could never be like them. You have your friends but you could never be like them, exuding such casual indifference, engaging in such mindless conversation. 

But you wish you could. You wish you could be one of those rich private school girls, beautiful and confident and so goddamn sure of your place in the world. 

***


When one has something they really don't want to do, there are suddenly a thousand things that suddenly seem so much more appealing. For me, in this past week, it entailed sorting out a box of books and papers from my high school days that had been haphazardly shoved into my closet.

My mother usually bemoans the fact that I like to hoard. Somehow, I simply cannot bear to get rid of anything. "But what if one day..." I tell myself, as I pack away yet more boxes full of papers and trinkets that I doubt I will ever look at again. Still, sometimes hoarding is not such a bad thing, I think. At the very least, you have the opportunity to stumble across a multitude of goods you had forgotten about. In my case, it was the excerpt from above. Judging from the contents, it's from...2006? or thereabouts. I was thirteen, then.


A lot of things have changed since I wrote this. It's funny how, in some ways, I feel I haven't changed at all.

raise a glass and toast the flame just like the old days

I had a good enough time at both events I attended on Thursday night (SAMA Trivia Night and L's birthday), but looking back, I think I wish that I'd used that time to bash out more kinks from that monster I've been working on on-and-off for the last year or so. In any case, there's not much that I can do about it now but sleep and study a lot in the coming days I still have free. Still, both were interesting experiences for me.

I didn't participate in Trivia, and I don't regret that. I am horrible at knowing anything outside of that which I am interested in; my general knowledge, and possibly common sense, is awful, as those who have known me for years can attest to. On top of that, the event was attended largely by people I wasn't aquainted with and whom I wasn't at all interested in being grouped together with.

I think a lot of people don't believe me when I say to them that I'm not interested in making new friends. It's true though; for the most part I'm more than happy with the people that I have in my life now, however close we are or however often I see them. This is, in part, aided by the fact that I seem to have surrounded myself with people who I have either grown up with, or am comfortable enough with that I can handle their occasional bouts of stupidity. I look at a lot of people now and my innate reaction is to avoid them and their apparent immaturity. I think to myself, how can they possibly be so stupid and foolish? though I know I must have been just as, if not worse, than they were when I was at that age too. On one hand, it gives me hope that they'll mature and grow past certain things, but mostly it just makes me despair.

E mentioned, when I was recounting the night's events to her, that it seemed like a waste of time to attend. It's true, I'm usually a pretty solitary person. Perhaps it has something to do with the difficulty that I had in making friends with others post-moving. Still, I like being around people, even if I'm not engaging with them. Perhaps that part has to do with the writer in me - past observation is always the best tool when you want to create later.

L's birthday was interesting in a different way and inspired a lot of thoughts about friendship in me. I've known L for about six years now; we were at school together and she's one of the few that I'm still in well, fairly regular contact with. We see each other a handful of times a year; I think that's well enough for us now even though it's not often. It was nice to see her, since we last caught up in December? last year.

I ran into three of my other school friends (G, G and N) who were also on their way in to her house on the train from the city which was a pleasant surprise. Part of my original hesitation in attending, even though it was the pretty celebrated age of 21, stemmed from my reluctance to be around so many people I didn't know. There's only so much small talk you can make, and it's not as if you can monopolise the time of the birthday girl, after all.

When we arrived, we found that P had arrived earlier than us, and since all five of us barely knew anyone else, ended up camping out in the shed at the back of the garden. There was a lengthy conversation wherein a possibility of a T.S class reunion was discussed. I am still not convinced that it'll happen, but that's for another time. Later on, another whole group of school friends/associates showed up too (A, A, A, N, H, I, J) so it was pretty nice to catch up with them all. I don't remember the last time I saw them.

I was at school with most of these people for at least 5 years; it's been so long that I've known them, so long since we first made friends, so long since we went our separate ways. We've all grown so much and changed in so many ways that there are a lot of moments where I don't recognise them anymore, when I see them in person, and the glimpses of their lives I get through Facebook. But they are still essentially them, still with those parts of them that I once knew, just grown up.

It made me wonder what I looked like to them now. I wonder what they think they know about my life now. Just as there are so many facets to them that I don't recognise, there must be as many facets of myself that they don't recognise. I know I've changed a lot, even just in the few months that were the summer holidays. Uni changed me dramatically from high school in certain ways.

I'm not particularly afraid of any judgement from that group; chances are that it'll be at least a good six months before I see them again, anyway. Not to mention, we've drifted to the extent that I have no fear of finding out anything by accident. That we can still be good acquaintances and be civil, friendly, when we see each other is more than enough for me. They've gone through a lot that I wouldn't understand, even if they explained. I've probably been through a lot that they wouldn't understand either. There are plenty of times where we might not be able to empathise, though we can still sympathise.

I agree with what Becky says, "If you liked someone once, doesn't it remain similar even after a long time has passed?" Honestly speaking, once I've decided I like you, it takes quite a lot for me to decide that I dislike you and want to cut ties with you. I see people from high school so sporadically, and I see the girls from primary school even less, but those factors don't detract from our friendship or the fact that they will always remain dear to me.

The thoughts contained here apply not just to the friends I've mentioned, but to anyone who's known me since I was in year nine, or earlier, or later. What do you see when you look at me now? Maybe you don't understand the person that I am anymore.

It's unfair to think that all of you will understand how I ended up here, what happened to make me who I am, or what I've done and accomplished and achieved, become and failed and lost. And it's okay that you don't.

It's enough if you can understand and accept that maybe you can't understand. That even if I could explain it, show you it all, it wouldn't make it clearer who and what has helped to shape me into the person that I am now. It's enough if you can embrace that and love me anyway, and I'll do the same for you.

an exercise in writing

For the longest time I shied away from the idea of blogging. Not because I thought it was stupid or anything like that, but rather, because I was afraid that I would be unable to transcribe my thoughts a) into anything resembling coherent and b) in a way that would be interesting for other people to read if they happened to stumble across my posts.

This is an attempt.