I have shifted

This is just to say,

*Under reno!!

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Sad Mad Pad

I asked a friend of mine I recently caught up with, if she had bad periods…

“I actually think for me, its Pre, During and Post”..


It really was awesome meeting up with her again.

I bumped into her JEM and she was carrying huge bunch of flowers with her husband. 

I was in awe, “so sweet! He still gives you flowers?!”

“it’s from Cai Ling.”


“wait,,,, is it your birthday?!!!!”


But Good! We made a date, caught up. But not enough. We will do it again.

She still had my old twitter pic from like 2011 ias my contact pic…. I forgot to ask her to wa it to me cos its a good pic:)

Cliches are so cliche right, like,make hay while the sun shines, or those who matter dont mind, those who mind… 

Friends are like stars…

A LOT OF THE TIME I wish to be an island, Kat used to call it [don’t], she said to me,  “go(ing) under the radar”.

But now I know, and truly believe this:

The people who have known us, and Know us, the fucked up us, and are still, well, Friends, are pretty damn good to keep.

World: Angelina Jolie files for divorce

I thought that was more, “Life”?





Well since this is a blog… Here are some thoughts about this:

When I ask my friends if they read the papers, Many say they get their news from social media or apps. (CNA etc.) But i was just wondering, is “news” (if there was an unadulterated thing as such in the first place) becoming (MOre like) social media. Not that that’s bad… many pros, cons, as in all things.

I guess as one gets older one just gets nostalgic, imagining that things were better before:

[Travel, accept certain inalienable truths]…

..Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young
Prices were reasonable, politicians were noble
And children respected their elders

Respect your elders, don’t expect anyone else to support you
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse
But you’ll never know when either one will run out

This civilisation is definitely going to end in an August, soon, and in the most phenomenonally bad way.
If globalisation has such an inhumane effect on international integrity, the current global culture… its gonna be the crusades and Genghis Khan again, but with technological/chemical consequences. I wish modernity would stop. I know this is all the engatives, but the positive efforts are so small that they would never be able to come close to even plastering our human destruction.
(I really don’t specifically know history…) but i do know that mankind has been “sick” since the beginning. (e.g. pederasty)
From the lazy student’s guide, Wikipedia:
“The ancient Greeks did not conceive of sexual orientation as a social identifier as modern Western societies have done. Greek society did not distinguish sexual desire or behavior by the gender of the participants, but rather by the role that each participant played in the sex act, that of active penetrator or passive penetrate. This active/passive polarization corresponded with dominant and submissive social roles: the active (penetrative) role was associated with masculinity, higher social status, and adulthood, while the passive role was associated with femininity, lower social status, and youth.”
What is morality anyway? What is wrong with rejecting “The Other” (as manifested in nationalism/white man’s burden/Nazis?…Islamophobia, Hating Evangelicals)
  1. it could be a manifestation of identification / autonomising /strengthening self (indiv/a collective group)
    1. Without the formative identification of “the other”, we would not be functional? judgement(criticalness) pulled to an extreme is perceiving, and perhaps evolutionarily it was to perceive and identify threats. —> is the other my mother (love attachment) or a bad man who is going to distract you and take your pencilbox.
    2. an indicator of seeing things in a way, the same way pain is an indicator/warning of something needs to be done to protect the self.
  2. it could also just be maladapative coping with fears, needs (jobs/security)


OKAY time to sleep. black and white, which leads to making too many connections(jumping into conlcusions/assumptions)

Please let me sleep God.

Well let the geek in the pink take a stab at it

If you like the way I’m thinkin’ baby wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I’m fat full ‘a rhymes
Pass me the mic and I’m a grab at it a
Isn’t it delicious crazy way that I’m kissin’
Cause baby listen to this don’t want to miss it while it’s hittin’
Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in
But don’t ever quit so soon I’m gonna let you win but see

I don’t care what you might think about me
You can vibe without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby I could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn’t be a let down
But sugar don’t forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don’t judge me by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

I’m the geek in the pink pink pink
I’m the geek in the pink yeah

General Musings


Was thinking of posting an article on where to find poke stop intersections where one can sit in aircon, with toilets and amenities… Haha but well i guess i cant really be bothered.. Although that would probably boost my site traffic haha!

Anyway, it has been a while since I have posted… Been swept away by a whirlwind…

Thank goodness I havent deviated too low or too high. I know this is cliche, but the one thing that sustained me was God. In particular, praying.

Let me disclaim, it is not that I am some super Christian that I mention God… In fact it is because of my failings and my ugliness that I choose Jesus, and The God who is full of Mercy, the Prince of Peace and the provider of Grace.

Actually, it was after my return from Sydney that I first truly sought Him with all my heart. It was in desperation… My psychosis was coming on, my mind was a blur of paranoid, delusional thoughts. And underscored by an immense sense of shame and guilt for my lifestyle.

Well i wont delve that much but He is my only Source, and I keep failing Him, but coming back with humility brings the relief of His embrace.

Anyway, thanks for reading.. Just like to share a verse from a Psalm I been meditating on:

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.

Psalms 43:5

The substance of things

(hoped for)

many men do many things

Attempting, Slaving, Failing, try

again, Sift through broken patterns in your head

But if you think about it,

They are only angles of things you made
Up to you, Up to me

many dots strung together

to be seen as lines

They form roads and stop signs to a make believe paradise,

Every man or woman commits

(In their head)
I am no sage,

But I have seen them, seeing me

In all my made up fear


But time and again I realise

All I see are from mine eyes

Attempting, Slaving, Failing to see through

Idealised victories in Love and

War, wars – fought by any given dogma that pervades the spirit

Is it really worth all the fighting?
Fall asleep crying, with premonitions of past sorrow

Cruel You are, O Merciful one, that after each night of striving, failing, clambouring toward paradise,

we will Still wake up tomorrow


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Love is Letting Go..

First let me disclaim that I do not intend to “hide behind” my illness/symptoms or give myself excuses for my flaws. But I guess I can also give myself the kindness that no human on earth is perfect. And one of my most GLARING flaws is with the social realm.

I fear groups and gatherings… I think a lot of people who have been “diagnosed” can probably relate… At first Chinese New Year and Christmas were Really challenging. I can’t remember the number of years I didn’t go for those gatherings. But then, totally unexpectedly, my extended family has become more accepting. Perhaps they too experience similar, predisposed – biological and nurtured – challenges.

I am SO grateful the first thing they ask is no longer “When is your turn, AH? ” or “WAH you put on/ lost so much weight!” Losing weight can become horribly scary when you are a yo-yo and have gone up and down >15 kg, 4 times in 30 years.

I guess when your locus of control (your self-esteem and need for validation) is based on the outside —-> and you are a Self-Obsessed Control freak (Yes, Hi.)… You are in for what is Essentially Social Suicide.

If self-control is not exercised, and pride is not addressed–  One either hides from the world.. Drowning in despair/delusion, or lives in a Constant flux between intense fear and a feeling of an intense injustice.

I am now, Grateful for my mom’s family. I realized we were not so different. And they are nice, without treating me as “different”. My intense fear of going to grandma’s house has eased gradually. Many of them individually also have been and are a source of strength, and support over the years. Though I resented some of it, very wrongly at first.

But since it is Mother’s day, I want to focus on my Mom today. So here’s it is:

From the middle of last year to the start of this year, I really resented my mother. Although acting out of love and anxiety for me, I felt my freedom, autonomy and dignity were taken away.

Let me give you an example. She comes into my room at will, while the door is closed and I am dressing up. I am in the midst of it and she says: “This bra is too tight! Your breasts are spilling out! Wear the black one, LAH…” ok.. sorry TMI BUTrrrreally ARGJHGHGHLKJSDFHsdahf ;kjsdhlkaw]!@#$%#  I am 30 and she wants to help me choose my underwear. Srsly???..zzzZZZZZZZZZzzzz

Also, although I have already messaged her that I am coming back after dinner. She starts messaging me at 4 to ask again if I am having dinner, then starts to call me from 8:30pm to ask what time I am coming home. Stella said it rightly, “I hear the irritation in your voice. Remember…”

But my mom. Mom, has been through it. Mom, was the one who came to the hospital every single day during the two weeks I was first hospitalized at the Institute of Mental Health for psychosis symptoms. Mom lost so much weight. She took the bus every day, the one and a half hour journey. I was in a daze those days. But I could remember her neck growing bonier and bonier. Her face looking more and more tired.

Am I so blind that I did not realize that she is the strongest person in this family? Mom knows! She knew it all. She was the one who has been feeding on depression, bipolar, gratitude, optimism, she got did the DBT workbook with be when I was thought to be BPD. Then she went through WRAP with Caregivers Alliance, and made me go for it now.

The most bittersweet memory I have, truly, is a muted one. It was the only depression that I count as a True, Noonday Demon. Not leaving the home, every morning she brought me food and read me the Armour of God.

Surely, I cannot still blame her for loving my brother more when we were children? She had said: “You had your father, I thought it was alright.”

Perhaps, going through the wilderness – this 15 years of wandering… Has helped to make Mother’s Day Happen.