The latest way to insult me is saying how I don’t understand reality, because I live in my happy little world. Like any other person, I have my own share of disappointments, I’ve seen death and sickness. I just don’t harp on bad things, mope about them, make them the center of my life or at the extreme, adopt misery as part of my identity.
I’ve seen people dwell over dramatized, sometimes self-inflicted misery, because I dunno, they live on sympathy? They want to show how tough they are? *shrugs*
I know to remain positive, circumstances help. And my optimism originates from a wonderful family. As I get older, I learn just how rare that is. The point is, I’m smart enough to know that, I’m sure there must be things you are happy and grateful for.
You pick your battles, but also remember to enjoy what you’ve already won.
I’m kidding about being insulted, it is a compliment. My head has a strange way of equating all sorts of random things back to happiness. Perhaps I’m naive, perhaps I’ve figured it out. Perhaps in 50 years, you’ll realize that happiness is your choice and you can draw your reasons everywhere.
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Yesterday!






MENU: Garlic Prawns, Drunked Prawns, Wasabi Prawns, Baked Chicken, Salted Eggs Crabs, Pepper Crabs, Tom Yum Soup.
After dinner, we played Charades and it was really quite rubbish. Someone wrote Aileen and I just had to walk over and point at her. And when I pointed at myself, instead of Priscilla (which is the answer), one went I KNOW, HIAO! (vain) another went SIAO CHAR BO (crazy woman). I’m in need of some serious self reflection.