I'm that person who tears at anything that tugs at my heartstrings - even just the slightest. Could be a film, a song, a commercial, even a cartoon. Apparently I've been like that since I was a kid. When I was just over a year old, my mum enrolled me to a pre-preschool(?) - TumbleTots. I've heard the story lots of times, and I heard it again yesterday.
My birthday fell on one of the lesson days. The teachers got me a cake and gathered everyone around; the kiddies, their parents. When they sang 'Happy Birthday' to me, I just started crying. Of course, I don't remember how I cried exactly, but I could imagine. The kind of tears that stream down involuntarily, soon accompanied by soft sniffles. Cause that's how I still cry now. One of the teachers (who adored me - I was the chubbiest, quietest kid) exclaimed "Aww...you're so emotional!" Yup, I am alright.
This reminds me of another recurring incident in my childhood, but one that I could clearly remember. Every time someone sang Barney's 'I Love You' song when I was going to bed, I would cry. Every. Time. It just happens.
I think this is one trait that I would never outgrow.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Oh Wow
It's 2015. And here I am. Having an impulse to post something.
I randomly checked my blog and stumbled upon a comment that I didn't realise was sent two years ago. Then I was surprised by my view counts. People actually do read thisshit. Intentionally or otherwise.
I began reading the 'popular' posts. If there's one thing I realised in life, is that everything does happen for a reason. Every little seemingly insignificant moment. Three years ago, I couldn't get into a Psychology elective module that I wanted to take. Now, I'm in my 3rd year majoring in Psychology. And it's not because I want to do Psychology specifically in life, but that I've always had an interest in it. What I do want to do (or continue doing), is to write. Fiction. And preferably on-screen.
It's interesting to see how one has changed over the years, and then realise right after that there wasn't much change at all. You are still the same person at heart.
Right now, my mind is buzzing with all kinds of thoughts. One of which is to maybe, just maybe, I should continue writing here. Because god knows who's reading this.
P.S. I am learning swimming. I finally came around to it. On 29 Sep 2014. And now I'm down to the last three lessons. ):
I randomly checked my blog and stumbled upon a comment that I didn't realise was sent two years ago. Then I was surprised by my view counts. People actually do read this
I began reading the 'popular' posts. If there's one thing I realised in life, is that everything does happen for a reason. Every little seemingly insignificant moment. Three years ago, I couldn't get into a Psychology elective module that I wanted to take. Now, I'm in my 3rd year majoring in Psychology. And it's not because I want to do Psychology specifically in life, but that I've always had an interest in it. What I do want to do (or continue doing), is to write. Fiction. And preferably on-screen.
It's interesting to see how one has changed over the years, and then realise right after that there wasn't much change at all. You are still the same person at heart.
Right now, my mind is buzzing with all kinds of thoughts. One of which is to maybe, just maybe, I should continue writing here. Because god knows who's reading this.
P.S. I am learning swimming. I finally came around to it. On 29 Sep 2014. And now I'm down to the last three lessons. ):
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