Monday, April 12, 2010

Facing the Mountains


My mom likes to refer to the pile of freshly clean laundry sitting in her room as "Mount Everest." And coming from a mother of six active kids, she isn't exactly exaggerating. Granted, the pile might not be as big as in THIS pic [evidently, here I wanted to exaggerate a 'lil], but yeah, you get the idea.

Which brings us to our main thought...
all of us have our own "Mt Everest" to face each day.

With each cross road decision we make, we pick out a path that eventually leads us to a mountain. Or, mountains. Plural, to be realistic. Try as we might, we will never come across a path that brings us through the grassy meadows without eventually ending up at the foot of a mountain.

It may be the Mountain of Glossophobia.
Or the Mountain of Procrastination.
Or the Mountain of Homework.
Or the Mountain of Confidence (or the lack of it).

The mountain differs with the circumstances of each individual, since we all face different challenges each day.

But one thing in common is that once we've reached the base of that mountain, our mountain, we have to make another decision:
To climb or not to climb?

At first glance, it may seem to be a huge mountain - tall, and looming, and daunting.
And sometimes the longer we stand at the bottom staring up at it and calculating the risks, the BIGGER and SCARIER it gets.

Like, is it a normal human thing or am I the only one who flinches at the initial thought of interviews or public speaking? Ok, maybe flinched is the wrong word to use. My first reaction was probably more of blanched than flinched. Ya know...momentary loss of speech, mind freezing, sudden acceleration in heart speed, that kind of thing?

Human or not [though I'm definitely hoping it is human rather than not], it's all part of the process.

The first step to Facing our "Mt Everest" is understanding the challenge.

One thing's for sure, you know the climb's not gonna be easy.

You're going to come across obstacles which you have never encountered before. Some parts are going to be rough. Some parts, slippery. The learning curve could be steep. The end results might not be what you expect. There would be tension; there would be stress; there could be tears. You might fall.
You might fail.

But on the other hand...what if you are able to succeed?

We are only able to grow if we are willing to break out of our 'comfort zone.' In reaching for that first handhold, by daring to try new things, in opening our minds to the possibility of trying AND succeeding, we will find ourselves automatically rising up to the challenge and expanding our capacities.

Positivity. Confidence. Self-Motivation.

We first need to climb the mountain in our minds.

Can I envision myself at the apex? Can I see how I will grow individually by going through the experience? Will making the decision to climb this mountain help me down the road when faced with an even taller mountain?

Sometimes by the time you actually get to it, the real-time experience is a breeze, in comparison to the first time you attempted it in your mind. They say that practicing an action mentally such as throwing a basketball is almost as effective as being physically on the basketball court with the big heavy orange ball in hand, aiming for the basket.

I don't mean that it'll be perfect once you've gone through it once in your mind. There are a lot of things that 'work' in theory but fall through when actually put into action, and that same idea applies here. But one cannot deny that a huge advantage lies in mental preparation.

I may not be able to see what or where the next mountain is, or anticipate the outcome of the climb, but I do know that when you finally conquer the mountain in front of you, you need to pause and savor the moment.

Because the taste of exhilarating victory will be SWEET.

But more than that.

Standing at the peak may be a brief moment, but the lessons learned through the experience can last a lifetime. Challenges challenge us to grow. We'll always be faced with mountains, and they will only get bigger from here. In dealing with the "Mount Everest" of our today, we not only broaden our minds and increase our confidence - we also store up experience that will be invaluable for the future.

What is your Mt Everest for today?

Don't just stand there and gawk and then turn away, afraid of failure.
Stand up, get the right mindset, and then go FACE YOUR MOUNTAIN.

And finally, whatever results you get from your climb whether satisfactory or less than, never regret your decision.

Once it is over, smile and move on.
That's how we'll get through life.

One step, one climb, one mountain at a time.

**She felt like putting the phone off the hook today, cause it wouldn't stop ringing**

Monday, April 5, 2010

Please Don't Stop the Music

These few days, there has been so many words lingering on the tip of my tongue, at the edge of my brain, seeking expression...yet they cannot seem to find voice, nether on paper nor on screen.


Which is kinda weird, really.


Considering how this blogger mind processes just about every big and little event of life into a book-like script and is constantly spewing out words, sometimes faster than it can think [the keyword is SOMETIMES], it seems weird that the recent whirlwind of activities and changes swirling by has temporarily robbed it of its main propensity.


Instead, the blanked-out white board of a mind undergoing much stress has turned to music for solace. Which, considering the ongoing affair between my earpieces and my ears on the MRT to and from office every day, is not really that surprising at all.


There's just something about music that soothes the soul.


If happy, you choose the "Adrenaline" playlist, the fast-paced songs with a beat that make you wanna dance where you're standing (even if you're on a moving MRT train). If frustrated or depressed, you listen to the "De Nada" playlist and let the lyrics of the top favorites wash over your tired soul like a gentle balm. And even at the times when you're not actually concentrating on the lyrics, the familiar strains playing softly in the 'background' of your mental world provides a certain comfort and security.


But nothing, NOTHING beats the power of a live band.


Especially when it's my favorite live band playing at Holland V's Wala-Wala - The Unexpected!


So after all that talk about music and live bands, I didn't actually take any pics of them.The Unexpected, I mean. But I DID get in some shots of us, as we enjoyed their talent....

~~great music, great frenz~~
Tommy attempting to drown his Man-U sorrows with the jug (Man-U had just lost to Chelsea in a match that night!=P)
Yummy pizza for the hungry souls
<3
tew-gah -der is the best place to be!

**She finally can see some light at the end of the tunnel, and it is extremely encouraging**

Happy Easter!



**She has a million things swirling around in her head... It's going to be a challenging week ahead**

Monday, March 29, 2010

Being there.

Basin of water. Several towels. One feverish, fussing baby.

I've lost count of the number of times I've gone through this scenario in just this afternoon alone...of wringing wet towels and sponging my little niece, desperately working with my sister-in-law to bring down her high fever, talking to her in as soothing a voice I can muster while fighting the fear and frustration inside of not being able to do anything more to help her.


It is stressful, it is exhausting.

The fever has been fluctuating between 38-39 degrees Celsius, and because it shoots up with no warning at all, we have to constantly monitor her. She's actually been a really good gal already, with much less fussiness than I would have expected from a sick baby. She still has the moments where she would chuckle, and smile, and play with her toys. And I'm really grateful for that, since her staying active will help to keep the fever at bay to a certain extent. As are the medicines which the pediatrician gave. He says it's a viral infection, which means this ordeal may last another day or two before she finally gets over it.


This whole day has been draining on both Amber and I, though.


Since the time that I went over to her house this morning to help with Avril till now, we've sponged her - well, I kinda lost track after the fifth time. Hearing her cry while we sponged her are the most heart-wrending moments for the two of us, and we were both close to tears ourselves even while we wrung the towels and applied them to her neck and arms, trying to distract her with some form of amusement.

I need to be strong for Amber's sake, because Amber the Mummy is even more worried and anxious than Em the Aunt, and I don't want to give her additional stress by sounding frantic or alarmed, even if I AM feeling that way.

But it is Hard, so very hard.

I don't want to be strong. I don’t want to be the pillar. I want to be the one leaning against it. I just want to be able to sit down and have a good cry till my heart feels lighter. I want to be held tight, to have someone whisper reassuringly that "It's gonna be fine," to have my fears and anxiety soothed. I want the fever to go away, to leave my darling little niece alone. To give Amber the much needed rest she needs. To relieve my worry and frustration.

But we can't always have our way, can we?

Cause this is Life.

And Life means getting up, and going to get another basin and another 5 towels, even when my exhausted spirit rebels.

It means soothing the little one's cries even while it rends my heart to hear it.

It means reaching over to give my sis-in-law a hug, when she is feeling overwhelmed with distress and worry.

It means being strong, even when the going gets tough.

And knowing that by going through, I'll emerge the stronger for it.

**She has zero appetite tonight.**

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Rain, The Paper, and The Soggy Bread

It rained again this morning.

And I, as usual, was caught off-guard.
Without an umbrella.

In the sea of anxious faces peering up at the grey cloudy sky whilst busily digging in their bags for their handy umbrellas, no familiar face stood out. No Umbrella Angel materialized out of nowhere to lend a helping hand today, no knight in shining armor coming to the distressed damsel's rescue.

BUT, the lady standing in the corner of the crowded MRT station exit was giving out newspapers....

It worked.

My make-shift umbrella, I mean. The poor, floppy, wet newspaper worked to keep the TOP half of my head dry.

And
nothing else.

Not my clothes. Nor my hair. And most certainly NOT my bag, which is of such marvelous design that it has no flap over the top to cover its contents from sun or rain or thieves.

When I finally reached office, after a final mad dash in the light-drizzle-suddenly-turn-heavy-downpour, I sat down very collectedly at my desk to catch a breath and took stock of the situation.

My findings?

1 set of damp clothes
1 black bag, wettish
Stringy hair
1 tattered wet newspaper, no longer readable
1 soggy piece of bread

So much for wanting to pack breakfast to office....

Moral of the story:
Put your bread in a ziplock bag before bringing it for a jaywalk in the rain.

Or, you could just remember to place a lil umbrella in your bag..;)

**She has a sudden craving for blueberry muffins, hot and fresh from the oven, with a thick slab of butter melting right in the middle...Uh-oh.**

Monday, March 15, 2010

Dayang Revisited.



Nope, we weren't just happy - we were HIGH.
On Nitrogen.

Finally getting to dive with my cuz Yew Tai, who got certified for his OW on the trip! Yayness(:
Celina, Patric's wife, went snorkeling while we dived

The few exemptions where heads bobbing in the middle of the ocean is no cause for alarm
My group of fun leisure divers
Having fun on the upper deck of the boat as well, in between dives
Underwater is da place to be!!!~
Curious CK
We found our good friend Nemo
Best buddies in everything (:
our boat
Hong, Chubbs, JW, Berley, me
Saying goodbye to the island after an awesome weekendddd
We can't seem to get enough of crazy times, huh :)
happy babes
'trying to act cute' hunks
If you lose your slippers, wear your wet shoes!
Our van people (:

Nobody wanted to leave the island.

Even two weeks later, we're still talking about it-
the non-stop laughter,
the crazy pics that don't do enough justice,
the underwater antics,
the friendly ribbings,
the hilarious Dayang Got Talent 2010 videos,
the FUN memories....

And beneath it all,
unspoken but warming in its essence,
lies the ties of friendship
all the more closely knit by our shared passion for diving,
and unblemished by the politics
that riddle almost every other organization with bullet holes...

This is how it should always be.

This is what I fell in love with.

Welcome back to my underworld.

**Her theory is that the antibiotics, the second round in two weeks, are numbing her throat. Which, I guess, is a good thing right now, considering her tight schedule...**

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I maxed out my budget for the day, but who cares? We had fun.

"Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does."

I think Austen nailed it pretty well.

Hanging out with friends is never easy on the pocket, but hey, this is life, right? It's not like we chose to be born in a high-cost-of-living city like Singapore. And not all of us landed in well-to-do families or were left a large inheritance from old relations, unfortunately.

So unless we unanimously decide to scrimp and eat at the nearby hawker center (which rarely happens anyway because who wants to eat 'normal' food when you're out with friends? Now's the time for the good stuff!), we usually end up with a busted - errm, nearly busted wallet by the end of the day. Well, maybe not everyone. Maybe it's just yours truly, who still fits under the category of 'OK-Only earners.' (Yeah I'm poor, saving up for further studies, and have expensive sports hobbies. Next?)

Point is, poor or not, who wants to be a Scrooge when it comes to hanging out with friends? I mean, if you're even taking the time to meet up with them, you might as well go all the way and not ruin everyone's fun by miser-ing about a few additional dollars spent, right?

Life is short. You gotta treasure the moments you have with friends and loved ones. They may not come often and you don't know when the next one will be.

Conclusion: Be Creative!

Come up with different ideas of chilling out that does not always involve a fancy restaurant. :D

And at the same time, don't rule out that option, especially when you just need a place to get away and catch up with good friends.
Like what Sarah, Kim, & I did, before she flew back to Melbourne for her last school sem! We had an awesome time over some awesome food at Marche, and are looking forward to July when she's back and we can meet again:)
Candid is best right? She had no idea I was taking this pic(:
We decided to get a little more creative for our meet up with our diving khakis, though - POT-LUCK lunch!
The creation of JW, Kim, & I ~ Baked seafood fried rice!
The creation of Hong & Chubbs ~ Fingerfoods
We're finally ready to dig in after spending several hours in JW's kitchen.
Hong insisted on using chopsticks - even to eat dessert!!!
JW happily tucked into his 'special request' desserts - brownies AND apple-crumble. :O
And TZY's dish took so many hours to appear we had to go look for it, in his house. Apparently, he was still in the kitchen trying to perfect his Special Recipe sauce. :D
The end result, though, was delicious. Swedish hand-rolled meatballs with TZY's Special Recipe sauce, new rivals of IKEA's meatballs!
See? We've even prepared the advertisement picture for him to use.
Then after the incredibly late lunch that ended up as Linner or Dunch (whichever you prefer) and a movie, we hung out some more at Toastbox drinking kopi, just like the old folks.
Maybe sometime we shall explore the possible options for cost-effective chill outs coz I'm dead sure they exist. But not today, 'kay?

Today I'm just gonna smile as I store away more priceless moments shared with a bunch of close friends. No matter how rich we may get eventually, it will not be able to buy time or bring back moments that might have been lost if we were all too busy worrying about how big the holes in our pockets would be by the time we get home that night.

Yep, I may have maxed out my budget for the day, but who cares? We had a great time. And that's what matters most to me. (:

**Her throat, her crazy throat, needs to get well before Wednesday. Because Wednesday means back to work. Which means loads of phone calls. Which means many many the talking. And no way is she gonna risk a relapse THIS close to the first dive of the season.**