My Niece Made Me So Happy Today

One of my nieces read my blog for the first time today. It feels momentous to me so I have to make a record of it here. To protect her privacy, I’m not mentioning her name. (Although they both have the most divine names – yes I know, gushing aunt)

A few times before, her dad said I should let them read it. He was encouraging about it, and said it was okay. My little niece piped in that she could handle it.

I was worried initially, because I have written since 2011 about pretty heavy topics that touch on mental health conditions like anxiety and also grief. From 2016 I started talking about my cancer journey. It’s geared towards older people who have gone through life’s tribulations. And I wear my heart on my sleeve as I reveal my truth.

My nieces know that I can be quite overprotective. So they find it natural, my hesitation about them reading basically what is my online journal.

My cousin’s very open as a father and shares a lot with his children which I think is great for their development. He’s always truthful with them and wants them to be resilient. To him it was no issue.

Also the niece who wanted to read my blog is such a mature girl and handles everything like a pro. Her bravery is unmatched and often I feel quite ashamed at what a coward I am in comparison. She’s barely 11.

She came to me today and sweetly said she wanted to read my blog so I showed her the latest post, on my phone. She was reading intently and I have to admit I was very nervous. It felt like when you’re submitting your essay to your University professor.

I don’t edit my posts much so there may be grammatical errors. “On no, I thought. I should have put a lot more effort into editing”. I badly want to make my nieces proud and I value their opinion so much.

Children can often be wiser than adults, being unfettered by the constraints society puts on you.

Then my sweetie pie said “I like reading your blog”, before running off for her math lessons.

I was on cloud nine after.

No opinion matters more to me than from the ones I hold so dear.

I hope my other niece (my cutie pie) approves too. Crossing my fingers and waiting with bated breath.

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Grateful for My Cousins

When I see my nieces with their cousins, it makes my heart swell. I want them to be close all their lives, like they are right now, and have beautiful memories like I do.

My childhood was not easy due to external factors (abusive people outside my family who made my life hell and caused my mental health issues), but the best part of it was any time I had with my cousins. It was my haven and heaven and something I always looked forward to. They were my salve and kept me happy and sane. They enabled me to balance out the misery with pure joy. It was when I felt the safest.

I was truly on cloud nine when I was with them. (Just like I am now with my nieces. But in a different way because with my cousins I was a kid too. With my nieces, I am overprotective. Also overindulgent because who can say no to those angelic faces. It’s truly impossible. And I would do anything for them.)

I was always heartbroken when a birthday party for one of my cousins’ ended because it meant, with the rigours of the school schedule, the next time I see them might be weeks away. They probably had no clue how much I missed them. I tend to be very sentimental. Also most of them are much younger and may not remember like I do.

I even looked forward to religious events at the temple, because my grandma would ensure that my cousins attended. Most of the time though she didn’t bat an eye even though we were playing more than praying.

I admired my older cousins and adored my younger ones so much. The younger ones were like my first babies. I think it’s because of them that I’ve always loved babies. I think they have no idea how much I adore them and always will. The older ones were so loving and nurturing towards us. I truly had the best of both worlds.

I was born during the time of the ‘two is enough’ campaign, when the government was clamping down on population growth with fines and penalties. I was so grateful with all my first cousins combined I always was surrounded by so many kids. It was never lonely.

A new cousin being born was the most exciting thing. I loved how they would hold on to my finger so tightly when they were infants. It was such a thrill. But I was always so afraid I’d accidentally drop them, so I was extremely careful and gentle around them.

Just wanted to record my thoughts and feelings after a wonderful day with some of my first cousins and nieces. And first cousins are becoming such a rarity these days so they are extra precious.

And my two late cousins are always in my heart. They will never be forgotten and I feel so lucky to be related to them. They definitely shaped the better parts of who I am today.

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Siem Reap March 2023: Pink Lotuses

The pink lotuses – my favourite photo of the whole trip. Beautiful and serene.
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Siem Reap March 2023: Day 1 Angkor National Museum

Thought it would be good to learn some history at the museum. Many of the artefacts from Angkor are preserved here. There is a locker up front where you are required to place your handbag with the guard if it’s not tiny. Also tickets are required for the museum and cost US$36 for 3 people. They can be bought at the museum itself. There were some films shown within the museum to give you a greater insight into the history of the Khmer civilisation.

All in air-conditioned comfort which is always a welcome thing to a Singaporean used to air conditioning. Kinda ashamed to say but it’s true. We may live in a hot country like Christian the hotel manager said but essentially it’s 21 degrees as we move from airconditoned transport to malls. Otherwise with our humidity we would melt.

March in Siem Reap was pretty dry, hot and dusty and there was a bit of a smog. Most motocycles and tuk tuks run on diesel. Also after the war and being bombed by the US not many trees remain although the hotel makes an effort to be green and it’s lush within the hotel and around the nearby Angkor Wat forest. Also there has been much deforestation.

The humongous Asura caught our attention immediately
There was a fountain in the middle of the museum
Found the lions majestic and they reminded me of ancient Chinese paper cutting depictions of a lion.
Fascinating for us – that Jaffna in Sri Lanka used to be an ancient port city.
Reclining Buddha
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Siem Reap March 2023: Day 1 (Arriving at the Jaya House River Park Hotel)

We were picked up at the airport and driven in air-conditioned comfort to the hotel. In the minivan we were given cold jasmine scented towels and reusable aluminium bottles of iced water. We were already feeling pampered. The driver’s voice was soft and pleasant. All the Khmer people have a serenity about them and it’s astounding considering the harsh period they have been through with the Khmer Rouge with most we spoke to mentioning that their parents had lost many siblings who were killed. The people were just so full of grace.

We were warmly welcomed by the team and charming Managing Director Christian. He wanted to make sure we didn’t get dehydrated due to the weather and urged us to drink a lot. In the days to come each time we sat at the lobby we were served with iced water. Christian did mentioned that many ladies succumbed to the weather and dehydration while exploring the Angkor temples in the heat and due to the fear of not finding toilet facilities out there they were afraid to drink too much. He actually had to accompany them to hospital. So it was serious. We survived though cos we are not the adventurous sort and more the like to lounge and be pampered sort.

Here at the seating area at the entrance (there is no usual lobby as such and it felt very homely). As the days went, we were always greeted with refreshingly cold beautifully scented jasmine towels. Even the lemongrass mosquito spray used on us smelled so good. We were really pampered the way the staff sprayed our arms and exposed legs and necks.

Beautiful Buddha and Khmer statues pink lotuses calmed our senses. These are found throughout the pretty boutique hotel.

My favourite pink area. Took my breath away. Just so serene and pretty. A great place for mirror wefies with the family.

Pink and yellow just go so well together. I just love how Christian influenced the design.

As we took the lift up across from the antique piano, and walked to our rooms past the tiny rooftop bar, we spotted the inviting blue of the pool.

The beauty of the hotel took my breath away. Somehow the photos can’t quite capture it. We instantly fell for the Jaya House River Park Hotel.

Our room and the very comfortable mattresses.

The invitingly unique silver mosaic infinity pool.

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Siem Reap March 2023: Day 1 (Landing at the Airport)

It was a bit of a bumpy landing, but of course always happy to land safe and sound.

Kinda cool to find we were on the tarmac and walked to the rustic looking airport that’s modern clean and spacious inside. The Cambodian airport staff were so warm and welcoming, greeting us with bows and clasped palms (prayer hands) which I found so lovely. We returned the greetings.

It didn’t seem to be mandatory to wear masks in the airport, but we had to on the Singapore Airlines flight.

The Indian vegetarian breakfast on the flight was actually very tasty and authentic. It was hard to resist finishing every bit even though I knew I wouldn’t feel too comfortable after. There was vadai uppuma and chutney. And a bhatura filled with lovely masala spiced potatoes.

After reading so much about this being the hot season it actually felt pleasant, but perhaps because it was still the morning. April is said to be the month to avoid due to extreme temperatures.

Always exciting to land in a new country for the first time. And especially considering that Cambodia is only a 2 hour flight away. Hard to imagine it took us this long to get here.

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Beautiful Singapore Morning

14 April 2022 at 6.44am. Haven’t risen to see the sky this beautiful since, but I hope to.

I pushed myself too much perhaps and now I’m down and needing to take a forced rest. Hope to get back to myself soon.

Miss being more active and visiting family.

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Some Days I Can & Other Days I Just Can’t

Morning sky

I can be pretty hard on myself. I think I’m too lax, but that’s what my partner and mum tell me. I am trying desperately to regain my fitness. It gets harder as you’re aging and I suppose even harder after going through two bouts of chemo and radiation. It just fells you on a cellular level.

I’m able to wake up at 6am one day, but oversleep till 10am the next day. I can’t help but feel frustrated. This fatigue has plagued me long before I was diagnosed. Were the cancer cells just feeding off my energy?

On days I do force myself up early with many iPhone alarms, I’m sleep deprived and inadvertently have to pay back the sleep debt or I can’t function.

Boy do I miss my youth. I could just push myself and have zero fear that I could potentially hurt myself. The latest Tiktok filter called the teenage filter is making older people like me nostalgic and some even weepy as they wish they could have appreciated their younger selves more.

Well on that note I’m still relatively young so I’m going to appreciate the vitality I have right now and how I have bounced back from cancer treatment. I want to just keep going to reach as much of my potential as I can. I know I can do more and desire to do more.

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Don’t Know How to Feel About This

I’m getting closer and closer to my father’s age, but he’ll never be any older than 61.

It’s weird that if I stood next to him now, to strangers, at the very most he would look like an older brother and we would most likely look even more alike. But to me he would just be my Papa no matter what.

It also makes me think that the real us, the essence of us is our souls and not this outward vessel. There is no age to that. If there is an afterlife, and I am hoping there is. Life feels tragic without one.

As a kid, 61 seemed ancient, but right now it’s actually too young, too soon to go.

People at 61 are fit and vibrant in the year 2023 due to improvements in diet and medical advancements.

I’m glad my Papa didn’t suffer through any long illness and that he never really experienced aging.

The only ones who suffer are those who loved him and have nowhere to place that love. Those who worry about him and have no idea where he is. Those who want to make sure he’s ok and care for him, but can’t. Those who wish he too could also partake in anything enjoyable that they get to do. Those who think life was better and would be better with him in it.

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Must Read: First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung

I’ve never been so fully engaged in a book. The last one was perhaps Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood.

The parts of the book touching on the fear and pain of losing a father made me cry. I can’t recall the last time I cried reading. The movie ‘Castaway’ made me sob uncontrollably, but no book I’ve read recently or that I can recall, has had that effect.

I was riveted throughout and loved that the story was told through the perspective of a child from age 5 to 8.

I was born the same year as the author, but I lived a charmed life in comparison to her unimaginable suffering. I am certain I would not have survived.

As a child of the 70’s I did hear the words Vietnam and War a lot on the radio that my dad always had turned on to BBC. But I had not much of a clue about war or about Cambodia. I was clueless about politics.

I now learn that there was a secret bombing carried out in Cambodia for years to eliminate the Viet Cong. The result of that was the emergence of the brutal Khmer Rouge and the extreme suffering and genocide of millions. I do also recall Anthony Bourdain’s anger over the bombing ordered by Henry Kissinger.

It makes me feel guilt for all the children that suffer. It is truly a miracle, how Loung Ung survived and is now a thriving activist.

I have newfound respect for Angelina Jolie as well for helping to bring this story to light with the movie she produced and which I am keen to watch yet. I’m lucky that it’s available on Netflix which my aunty gifted me.

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Things People in Singapore say

Just some things I overheard when travelling on the MRT or sitting at a cafe.

Often I don’t even want to hear these conversations, especially those of business folks who seem so overconfident and love the sound of their own voice. I would prefer some peace (they often plop themselves beside me and speak so loudly) so I think it’s fair game I share it here.

It seems that after covid, business folks have spilled into non office spaces and have their business meetings and calls at cafes rather than at their respective offices. So if they wanted privacy and not leak business intelligence, they should take that into account. But most companies want to save office rental costs so this is what is happening as office space shrinks.

I have a fake tattoo …my mother won’t let me get a real one. {tertiary students- girls who appeared to be friends)

Can I have a croi sawnt (croissant) and a mo char (mocha) latte? {elderly Singaporean}

You always need to have a bit of a killer instinct. {expat/marketing manager}

The good thing is many of my friends from Hong Kong are here. {expat in finance}

You know that every minister has a social media person. The minister gets a call by 7am if there is anything negative {expat/marketing business people)

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Plant Based: Who Knew it Could Be so Yummy

I had never heard of plant based calamari before and did not expect it to taste so good and be as chewy as squid.

The ambience at Little Farms Bar and Grill at Serangoon Gardens is pretty nice especially after the rain.

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#20. Simple Joys: Singapore being cooler because of all the trees and plants

It’s something we take for granted. The rest of Southeast Asia is much hotter due to the lack of trees, even though Singapore lies closer to the equator. We also have the advantage of being an island. The surrounding water helps.

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An Introvert Who Likes People

I am not a good conversationalist. I like it when friendly strangers speak to me, but I always feel like I respond in an awkward manner.

My partner tells me that I look approachable unlike him. I think I am still shy like I was as a child.

I don’t have the gift of the gab and I admire that in others. Especially if what they talk about is informative and expands my horizons in some way. It is why I love to read.

My favourite writers make the best companions. I absolutely loved Anthony Bourdain’s travel show. He’s after all a writer. I just love the way he speaks. How I wish I had a mind as sharp as his, and yet he always seemed kind and humble and just so genuine. What a loss.

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No More Masks on Trains or Buses

I was nervous when I heard the news that from Valentines Eve, no less, the rule to wear masks was being removed.

You’d think I should be jumping for joy. Back when the rule was imposed, old me would have thought so too.

Constantly hearing people coughing or sniffling has put me on high alert.

Now that 2 days have passed I like the freedom of wearing it when I want. To not worry about huge fines and fumbling for your mask at the bustop.

When the train cabins are empty I now relish the freedom of going mask free like how it was in early 2020 before this whole nightmare began.

Back then we could have hardly imagined the fear and uncertainty to come. And that it would last this annoyingly long. Hijack our lives and turn us into introverts with social anxiety. Well mostly me I guess, and children with their devices when they were even deprived of playing with their classmates.

There were so many laws being enforced. To keep people compliant there were reports in the news of people being arrested and jailed and those succumbing to the virus. Also there were some racist attacks, so that was scary.

It was a whole atmosphere of fear and it’s still there to some extent. It’s hard to completely shake off.

And there was a brief period during a trip to Perth when I first experienced the sweet freedom of going mask free, but there isn’t the human crush that we have here. I envied them so much.

But today I’m happy about where we are right now. And sometimes people hear can be nice like the young people who hold the door open for me or the elderly neighbour who says good morning. You give me hope.

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I’m Concerned About Injuries

I wish I could push myself to the extreme the way I did without worry in my twenties. That’s one of the hardest parts about aging. I used to walk long distances and swim countless laps in the University pool. I was also working at the time.

But now I have to be so cautious. My knees especially are not too good so even if my heart wants to, my body can’t. You can only go 70% perhaps and need to hold yourself back. And you learn from sprains and such that put you out of commission for a while.

I’ve definitely come a long way since chemo though. From a state of being bloated on steroids and muscle atrophy. The atrophy was so bad that I couldn’t even climb up a flight of stairs without help.

I’m hoping to just reach more of my potential.

Decided to just do mini posts whenever I feel like it. I like looking back on what I’ve written years on. It gives me perspective.

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I Hope I Can Keep this Up

Finally woke up early again and was able to do my morning walk.

Been feeling panicky lately, as I feel that with the psoriasis, it indicates that my immune system is not doing well. The steroids are not working and I have wounds on my trunk area that keep bleeding. Not a big deal, as I’m quite used to it by now. It’s like my new normal. But it would be sweet to not have my immune system attacking my healthy skin. I so miss my previously smooth unblemished skin that I took for granted.

I am determined to regain my health and keep the cancer at bay. (Although I know it doesn’t quite work like that, I want to do whatever I can) Some people say they wouldn’t trade the experience of having cancer as it’s like a gift that teaches you so much and crystallises what is truly important in life. I agree about that, but if given a choice, I’d rather not have been struck with cancer at all and the long term effects of surgery, chemo and radiation on my body. I’m so vain and I miss my old dark eyebrows.

Feeling healthier is also better for my mental state. Putting it out here to keep myself in check.

I have been successful with intermittent fasting, but it just helps me loose a little and mostly maintain my weight. But that could be also because I am not eating ‘diet’ food and just whatever I want, but less oily and fried foods. I like sandwiches with added greens best. So tasty.

I try my best not to eat past 6pm on most days. I feel so much better. No more reflux.

More than my own health, I want my mum and all my aunts and uncles to be healthy. Just praying for their wellness always.

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#19. Simple Joys: A Glimpse of Thaipusam and Devotees carrying Kavadis and Milk Pots

So glad my partner agreed to drive through Little India even with the traffic crunch. I really wanted a glimpse of the festivities. I truly respect the devotion of the devotees and was looking out for my cousin and her husband who may have been somewhere along the route.

Although I wish that live music drums and singing would be allowed. It wasn’t allowed during covid but even if it is now I did not hear it.

That’s what I recall from my childhood. Music, drums and singing. My dad always brought us to all the festivals. Thaipusam and the Chingay Parade were some of my childhood highlights. Travel (air travel) was too expensive in the 70’s, so we were entertained mostly in Singapore and with car rides to Malaysia. So festivities were something to appreciate.

Accidentally taken picture that focused on the raindrops. Sparkled like diamonds. I felt the light rain was blessing, bringing cool comfort to the devotees
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Finally Living Again in 2023 Post Covid

By living, I mean taking the bus and train more regularly as opposed to being stuck at home where you tend to be too sedentary.

I honestly prefer these modes of transport to a taxi or car if I’m not carrying too many heavy things. I feel like I have more freedom.

Especially when I’m on my own I can take my own sweet time and not worry about being late. I’m a stickler for punctuality, so yeah, it’s quite a freeing feeling.

Wish all the MRT cabins had bubblegum pink seats

A taxi, besides the cost, makes me feel more claustrophobic. I suffer from situational claustrophobia, but have found techniques to reign it in.

But of course if the weather is scorching and I’m eager to get to my destination and still feel fresh, I definitely appreciate the comfort and speed factor of a taxi.

I also enjoy not having to wear a mask at cafes and malls. I always carry one in case it’s too crowded and wearing one gives me psychological comfort.

I love sandwiches these days
The orange chocolate danish at Providore Wisma was lovely

Once you gain confidence, it’s fun to eat on your own. I’m far from independent, so it’s a good feeling. It gets easier especially if you keep going back to places where the service is warm and there are other patrons who are solo too.

Of course I enjoy the company of others, but I can’t always trouble them. I’m always afraid to impose or be a burden. So in theory, even though I miss people, I hardly try to arrange a meet up. Introvert tendencies and social anxiety come into play too.

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#18. Simple Joys: A Dragon Dance

Just when I was thinking my life is so humdrum, I heard a cacophony of cymbals and drums and headed towards it. I felt so uplifted and blessed to be perfectly on time for a dragon dance. And in my favourite festive colour too. Shocking pink.

Oh what skill this group displayed as the dragon came to life. I excepted a lion dance but to actually see it was a dragon dance seemed too good to be true.

I was just telling my partner a day ago, that dragon dances are so rare these days. I do see lion dances, but my three year old heart will always marvel at the dragon dance my father brought me to see. I recall an open field somewhere. The dragon was a pale pink and looked even more magical to tiny me.

And this is what I love about the Chinese New Year festive period in Singapore. It’s one festival that you can spot throughout the island, as it’s celebrated by the majority of folk here.

I belong to the Singaporean minority, but this festival is so much a part of my consciousness growing up. I also recall how my Papa brought me to watch the Chingay Parade with the vantage point from a high rise flat in Ang Mo Kio.

It was a much simpler time without entertainment devices like iPads or iPhones, so you can imagine how excited we were to catch any kind of performance or parade. Yes these aspects of the 70’s were truly rose tinted.

I’m not sure how accurate my memories are but these are the images my brain feeds me, for which I am thankful.

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Feel Like I Have Nothing Significant to Share Right Now

It is why I hardly write.

I only write when I feel the compulsion. It can’t really be forced especially with regards to matters of the heart.

Also I am now extremely self conscious about the oversharing I did shortly after the cancer diagnosis back in 2016. You see, I truly thought I wouldn’t make it from the grave looks on the faces surrounding me (including all the doctors.) The whispering around me and such.

I felt compelled to share certain things that anyone naturally would, when faced with the possibility that the end might be near.

I feel now like I dodged a bullet, been inexplicably rewarded with a miracle (I don’t deserve) and I’m embarrassed that I divulged certain private things.

The embarrassment stems from the fact that only some people responded. Others were naturally stunned. I don’t blame those who felt discomfort and were not certain or afraid regarding how to respond the right way, probably, but I am forever grateful for those who did. The silence made me feel horrible and ashamed (even though I should not be in the least.) Also made me wish I had not divulged said information.

Other cancer patients out there or those with a terminal illness, I’m sure you overshared as well and I just wanted to say it’s natural and you’re not alone.

And it’s not oversharing if the other party has experienced something similar and is able to relate. We just never know. And personally when someone shares something personal with me I appreciate it so much, because it means that they trust me. And that’s a huge thing in any relationship.

I’m so glad my partner always shares everything with me. Life is too short for superficial relationships where you might have known someone for years, but feel you hardly know them.

For those who trust me enough to openly share their stories, fears and their heart with me, I’m truly grateful. And if you tell me it’s a secret, rest assured that I am a vault.

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13 Days Into the New Year

This post will be all over the place as I cram thoughts about these several days into one post.

I’m getting used to the psoriosis. I also now realise that the daivobet steroid gel has worked after a month. Some spots are now smooth and not scaling any more but they leave a scar or mark due to inflammatory hyperpigmentation. My cousin, the pharmacist, says it will go away eventually. I always bug her for free advice. I appreciate that my uncle too recently texted me about Ayurvedic cures. He always cares.

The steroid gel doesn’t seem to have worked on my scalp, but I’m trying more intensely now. Hope it doesn’t cause further hair thinning and loss.

I saw the dermatologist finally for a follow up appointment. I really like her, like I do all four of my female doctors. Surgeon, oncologist, gynaecologist and dermatologist. They are all very good looking, compassionate and down to earth. My gynaecologist is my age but looks decades younger.

She says in some areas the condition is bad like my scalp but she’s reluctant to give me the usual treatment as I am a cancer patient. She says I need to get the go ahead from my oncologist. I just know my oncologist will not want to take on that. No one wants the responsibility if things go south. And also my condition is not that bad. For instance it’s not totally covering my body and I don’t have psoriatic arthritis yet. So I can count myself lucky.

It’s a bit scary that one of the drugs is actually used as chemotherapy for skin cancer and another for the prevention of organ transplant rejection. So I’ll just continue with the steroids for now although those can’t be used long term as they thin the skin.

I am excited for the youngest relatives in my life who are going on to the next levels in primary and secondary school. Always happy to see life going well for them. They are always the highlight of my days.

I will admit that even though I feel like an introvert due to my anxiety perhaps I am not. I think my introvert tendencies are due to life circumstances and not who I really am on the inside. I miss my twenties when I had so many deep and light conversations with colleagues and friends of all ages. I cared about their well being. I would protect them from bullying and they did the same for me. I’ll admit that I often feel lonely.

I am never bored though. I’m constantly wishing I didn’t require sleep so i could read all night. Loneliness and boredom are two separate things. There is too much to occupy oneself when you love to read, write and there are award winning tv shows and movies. Plus music of course and playing the piano. I feel blessed to have a piano and know how to read sheet music. It was worth the pain of piano lessons and exams even though I’m a mediocre player who only practices for 15 minutes a day.

I also love exploring and learning languages. Diving more into the English language itself and basic French. More the vocabulary, as the grammar is just too hard. My brain seems to be wired just for English. I get why many find English grammar infuriating especially if they didn’t acquire the language as a child.

I enjoy my solitude, but at the same time I feel blue and lonely. I do miss female conversations but those close to my age are on a different tangent with teenaged children and because they are so occupied with their children I feel like I don’t want to be a high maintainence friend and trouble them. My mum doesn’t have any friends but she never feels lonely. So maybe I’ll get to that point one day.

I wonder if I’m truly lonely or just devoid of conversion and shaped by the expectations of society and those headlines that bombard us about the importance of having friends.

It gets harder as you get older. I have thoughts of joining a class just for this purpose, but my comfort zone is holding me back. Well basically my social anxiety and fear of being judged. Just the thought makes my heart pound. Also I hate dressing up and actually love just being comfortable. I feel like when I’m dressed up it’s just not the real me. It’s also related to body image issues that I feel more comfortable covering up.

It’s my youngest cousin’s birthday today. Texting her made me feel less lonely today and I hope she has all her dreams fulfilled. Yet again I am so grateful for my extended family.

At the end of the day I am shocked to read that Lisa Marie Presley, daughter of Elvis, died of a heart attack at just age 54. Her son died of suicide so I truly think she had a broken heart. She’s only 2 years older than me. Truly sad to hear news like this.

How wonderful though, if somewhere, somehow, she is reunited with her beloved father and son.

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