The year so far... I'm afraid to look back at it sometimes. But I think, to look forward, I have to remember to look back to find the strength that will lead me on.
It was a year of realization, a year of appreciation.
A year of personal growth. And some hard hits.
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Memories of living in Dalpura for that short, short pocket of time still linger. Living with mentor for most of the summer, the summer job, getting to know more people and the Australian work life, the roadtrips to Wilson's Prom and Venus Bay... I'll say that was the highest point.
And then I came home. What left was a somewhat empty shell with predefined feelings of impending joy, what stayed was my heart. All that ache and emptiness stayed with me through the first month of being home. Right through the Chinese New Year. Right through the start of my first semester of my final year.
Started my final-year project 6 weeks into the semester, a *very* late start. Coupled with great team mates, a great client, and a supervisor we all grew to loathe a little (I'm sorry I didn't give myself the chance to think otherwise, but he didn't exactly make my life simple either) we were off to a pretty harrowing start. But this part of the project was the easier half.
On the more personal side, I tried waaayy hard to hang on to everything we had. Every chance that presented itself, I took it. Sad to say, I was pretty foolish and reckless to the point that if I had continued I would have successfully alienated myself from the rest of my social circles. But at some point of time, my realistic self had to reproach my obsessive self and bring me back into reality. They fought. But eventually, they reached a compromise.
"You cannot continue living in the past, using those memories as fuel to carry you forward. It isn't enough. Create new ones. Look beyond! Life is more than that."
"I will look forward as much as I look back. That I promise."
"Deal."
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Things at home weren't as smooth sailing either. My parents both had stress from work and from home, my brothers were carrying on like how they usually do, and as much as I would have liked to stay out of all the looming trouble, I couldn't. Family is still family. More arguments and fights and bickering and scratching continued. But even with all this, we had to put our guns and swords and weapons down and just appreciate each other's company once in awhile. We had our share of the good times. We had some good laughs and sincere smiles despite everything. We're screwed up but we still hold on somehow, thank goodness for that.
When first semester finals came round, it was the first lowest point of the year. I panicked like I did last year, but the feeling lasted much, much longer. In some words, I royally screwed it up. I had every thought that I was going to fail. I dreamt about it, lacked sleep over it, tried to talk about it, tried to talk myself *out* of it, but to not much avail. And after results were out, I was afraid of all the disappointment I caused and how it would lash back at me.
But I lived.
More importantly, I made a resolution to concentrate on what was here and now, on what could be called my personal state of emergency. It was the first wake up call and I woke up metaphorically to a bucket of ice cold water thrown at me. No more being weepy and clingy - look at how much that had cost me. It's all up to me to stand up and be the rock that I can be against the storms the world can throw at me.
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The second semester started, and I had a new conscience, a new outlook. My mission was to get myself back on track, I set out to live and laugh and learn to ease my leash on the past. In a different way. It doesn't always mean going out to parties.
The Project Lab became my second home. I made new friends, I played more than my fair share of games, laughed at all the silliness and the randomness that only *they* can come up with, and shared so many meals and so many, many conversations with them. It didn't have to be deep. It didn't have to be 'meaningful' in the basest sense. It just had to happen and flow like it usually does, and that's good enough.
This time round, when assignments came down upon us, we rode the wave just fine. Hurdles were leapt through fine, and the exams came not too long after. And I'm glad to say that wake up call worked out.
Project wise, it was the time when true colours showed. I had differentiated them in a sense that I could have different levels of trust for each member. It was time to change those levels of trust. Some went up, some went down. I knew who I could depend on for different things. I suppose it's part and parcel of being the leader, to fine-tune perception levels and see how best to utilize your resources.
All the sleepless nights crash-coursing on mobile C# turned out to be fun, in a way. Especially the last few afternoons and the weekends in the Project Lab (yes we're really rushing a deadline) it was strangely fun in a way. We'd band together and do our piece, running crazy and going hungry and bored halfway through. Paperwork was paperwork, codingwork was codingwork. It was crazy. The final presentation went alright and we made it through somehow. Thank goodness!
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Emotionally though, it was a harrowing experience. I felt a sense of abandonment. At first I didn't know why, I couldn't figure out what exactly I did to make things turn sour. Was it something I said, was it something I did? What was it? Why? I was confused and afraid, and at times angry and frustrated.
And then I realized it was simply a truth I wasn't ready or willing to face. I still held on to my fairy tale of a happy ending only to see it crumble before my eyes. I just felt my heart sink knowing that I'd have to accept this. Anything that didn't cut the cord completely was just dragging it out longer. A pain I didn't have to suffer, I admit, but I didn't want to be the one to wield the blade that did. I didn't want this at all.
After awhile I changed my mind. Instead of being afraid and confused, I got angry and frustrated. I told myself many, many things. Predominantly these two, though:
"I can be just as patient if not more. Challenge me if you will, I can play any game and not come out worse for wear."
and this:
"Every man will only have one chance with me. Screw it up and you can live with your loss."
It was still difficult, though. Even after everything that's said and done, even if feelings come and go, memory is the one thing that stays constant.
And like Sheryl Crow once sang - the first cut is the deepest.
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I've stayed close by my parents - I felt that they needed me. So I did. I'm glad I did. I'd do anything to let them forget their sorrows for awhile, it's one of the little things that I can do.
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Friends are there. Always. I've learnt that, and I've truly come to appreciate it. And so I will do the same in turn, for I am a friend. A better one to some, and the best to a handful. ^__^
Also took the chance to do some things I've always been curious about, i.e. rock climbing and online shopping (laugh if you will).
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Live a simple life? I'll try my best.
"I am a member of Christ's body." (Corinthians 12:27)
If I had a choice.. I would be the eyes.
I know that's not what the phrase exactly means, but it's how I interpret it and give it meaning that counts.