turned 23 yesterday in a land that isn’t mine, yet might as well be like a second home to me given how much i used to visit when i was younger. my mum, dad, and i walked around the city of Bangkok on my 23rd birthday - them desperately searching for anything they could buy me as a gift, me wanting to go back to the hotel and relax. i don’t have 23 lessons to summarise my 23 years on this planet; i highly doubt i’ve actually properly learned some of the stuff life’s tried so hard to teach me, but i was laying in bed reflecting on my life and where i am now. i was video-calling my partner so we could do the wordle together. i can’t even remember what we were talking about when he perks up to wish me a happy birthday. “baby, it’s your birthday here in Australia! happy birthday, i love you so much.” mind you, there were still 3 hours to go before the clock struck 12 for me, but i’ve never seen someone (outside of my parents) be so excited that it was my birthday, even when it wasn’t act...
i feel quite unsettled anytime something even remotely good seems to happen to me. you can then only imagine how fidgety i have felt all day today, given how seemingly perfect it has been. i blame the new haircut. me looking for signs of trouble all day today /\ the man and i call this the captain cook pose the man and i slept rather late last night, because i was watching Acapulco (S4 out now!) and he was playing Stephen's Sausage Rolls (i hate that game because i can't figure it out). we had appointments this morning, starting off with his physio, then my optometrist, and we both decided we would get haircuts together. we woke up absolutely hating the fact that we went to bed at 4 (!!) last night (or this morning, i guess), and almost cancelled every plan we had. we somehow managed to drag ourselves out of the house, feeling groggy without our morning coffee, only last night's Wingboy supporting us. i went to get my eyes checked out, then we went to Specsavers so i could ...
my writing tonight is a result of anxiety, jetlag, general insomnia, and perhaps a lot of desperation. i'm not sure if anyone even reads this anymore, given that i haven't posted a letter in almost a year. still, in my times of despair, writing has found me a way, so to it i shall return again tonight. i don't claim that my life is somehow more difficult than that of the average person; everyone's on their own journey and i am grateful for mine. - as an adult living through the times that is the 21st century, i too feel the inescapable pressure of needing to make it. my journey is complicated a little more when you realise that i am an immigrant, needing to carve out my own path from scratch if i want to survive the rat race. the pressure feels insurmountable, but i persevere. it feels personal, you know? i grew up in a conservative society, which many may label as "backdated" due to the views we hold as a people. i was very lucky and privileged to have been b...
woahhh did you make this website?? thats so cool - anon from secsoc heheheh
ReplyDeletei did not make this website hahah this is just under google's blogger thing :)
Deletewhen i finally make a website it'll be cooler xx