I'm officially stuck in Singapore till school reopens. Previously, I had the chance to have a short getaway to KL, to really be away from all these, from the haunting thoughts, the stupid decisions and the multiple personalities belonging to me (which have been growing in numbers lately). However, since my dad met with an accident while cycling and broke his arm, I can just forget about it. But what's most important is that Dad's alright, actually more than alright (:
His stay in the hospital was more like a vacation for him so to speak, having countless visitors everyday, and hamper and hamper coming to our house. it was more like his job to entertain his friends there. But it's good that he's taking it well ^^
So much, no, actually, too much has been happening lately. When I turn in every direction, something hits. I just pray everyday to get by one day at a time and hopefully everything will be over soon.
It's truly amazing looking at a human's treshold of pain and how it gets higher everytime we are forced to deal with something. But I just wonder whether it's like some sort of balloon or something, that it will burst on the day we can no longer tolerate and take it in.
There's so much more to see, learn and experience, I know. But looking at what I've seen at age 18, I'm not so sure I'm game for the years, not to mention months to come.. not that I've seen a lot though.
The only trick I've picked up is to live and feed on all the happy memories you can possibly have and remember. Look through journals, photos, anything that reminds you that you're blessed and happier than someone else. Revisit the places you went and felt whole, listen to the songs that you shared with someone who was and maybe still is special, sit at the couch for hours and replay movies that made you laugh and cry and eat all the food in the world that makes you feel the warmth that you had with the people you ate it with before.
At the end of the day, when I feel lost and alone, I know that there's my Jesus (:
And the memories I had serves as a reminder that I can be happy. When I let myself be.
His stay in the hospital was more like a vacation for him so to speak, having countless visitors everyday, and hamper and hamper coming to our house. it was more like his job to entertain his friends there. But it's good that he's taking it well ^^
So much, no, actually, too much has been happening lately. When I turn in every direction, something hits. I just pray everyday to get by one day at a time and hopefully everything will be over soon.
It's truly amazing looking at a human's treshold of pain and how it gets higher everytime we are forced to deal with something. But I just wonder whether it's like some sort of balloon or something, that it will burst on the day we can no longer tolerate and take it in.
There's so much more to see, learn and experience, I know. But looking at what I've seen at age 18, I'm not so sure I'm game for the years, not to mention months to come.. not that I've seen a lot though.
The only trick I've picked up is to live and feed on all the happy memories you can possibly have and remember. Look through journals, photos, anything that reminds you that you're blessed and happier than someone else. Revisit the places you went and felt whole, listen to the songs that you shared with someone who was and maybe still is special, sit at the couch for hours and replay movies that made you laugh and cry and eat all the food in the world that makes you feel the warmth that you had with the people you ate it with before.
At the end of the day, when I feel lost and alone, I know that there's my Jesus (:
And the memories I had serves as a reminder that I can be happy. When I let myself be.
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