Friday 30 November 2012

it's over

For now (:


I realise that being bogged down with this unsettling feeling of not having studied enough really makes it hard to chase off depressive thoughts




That being said. Since exams are over I really felt much better. Although I can’t say I’m in a good mood, but at least I have one less thing to worry about




Tim used to tell me sadness is a contagious thing. And I think it’s true. Like when we see other people sad and unhappy, especially if they are people you care about , you feel all the more sadder. And it sucks because I really want to find a way to cheer people up, but I can’t because I’m bogged down with my own issues myself. And it’s not as simple as “Emil likes someone that doesn’t like him back” therefore I’m sad. I’d be kinda immature if that’s the reason. I know some people have somehow jumped to that conclusion, or maybe I think so. But it’s not true.




Maybe it’s like sometimes I question my motives; a little too much. I sometimes feel ashamed of the stuff I do, the way I think, and the decisions I make. Like I tell myself that I’m only going to trust God to provide for me, and I want to simply be a person who encourages others, to build them up in their walk with God. But sometimes I feel as if I end up stumbling others, or I end up being so self-absorbed and selfish. I know it’s all part of the sinful human nature to be like that, but that’s not what sometime I want to be. And thats why when Roger spoke to me in September about what was going on, I felt really bad. It wasn’t intentional.




I remember one of the things I said while we were having ramen that time in JP, was that I don’t believe in rushing into relationships. Some things are not meant to be, and forcing a way into it against God’s will only lead to hurt and pain. Oh course I do have my ideals and expectations of what a relationship should be. Like I always believed that it should work towards something long term, and it should be one of building each other up to strive towards loving God more. And it should be real, the christian life is no bed of roses. We sin, we fall short of God’s perfect standard, and we sometimes let our emotions get the better of us. But after all, isn’t it all part of the beauty of God’s love? Despite our shortcomings and failures, God looks past them in His perfect love. And that love is so much greater, so much more wonderful than any flawed human love can fufill.




Emotions are really what makes us human. Sometimes we get upset at ourselves for being upset over things we shouldn’t get upset at. And maybe we wish we never had these feelings in the first place. But imagine for one moment we don’t have emotions? Like the many sufferers of schizophrenia and those with brain damage. Life would be so much less rich, less meaningful and we are essentially robbed of what essentially makes us human. God gave us emotions, for us to experience life the way He intended it to.




So at least this marks what I hope is the end of the long chain of self-obsessed posts on my blog. I want this to be a place where I can look back and be encouraged of what I’ve been through in the past, and how God has been there for me. And I also want this place to be a place of encouragement to others too.

Sunday 25 November 2012

Grace

Thankful that I still have other friends to encourage and pull me through


And only by His grace will I pull through…




But He said to me : “My Grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness, so that the power of Chirst may rest upon me.


2 Cor 12:9


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Thanks Dilys for sharing that with me (:

Blind



I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as he turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like is was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

After all this time
Would you ever want to leave it
Maybe you could not believe it
That my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you will ever know
A part of me died when I let you go
And I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me dies when I let you go

F=ma

Finally managed to push myself off the inertia and get down to serious studying.


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And I managed to whatsapp Tim to talk. It’s hard to talk when we’re so far apart, but thanks for being there for me… But I really need people who can be there to talk to me instead of me posting all these stuff here. Although expressing myself here might help me in the short run, but I cannot expose myself so much :/


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I’m scared that people would start talking and stirring nonsense again. it’s bad


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“we need to talk”


Scary sounding words, but I think thats the only way things can go…


I need to get down to repairing all the bridges I burnt in the past… getting real…


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but I don’t know how to say these words in a right manner to the right people




I think back again at the HP3702 exam. Why is it that the closest friend I had a year ago isn’t talking to me anymore? I’m also scared that I’ll screw this up a second time. It’s annoying because once we start getting too close to people we care about, we end up pushing them away from us…


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Maybe it’s a guy thing to want to feel in control of a situation. we see a problem, we go straight to it and try to fix it.


But lately I’ve been feeling as if things are spinning out of control, and I don’t even know what to do or say.




Maybe I need to just take a step back, remove myself from the situation and pray…

intrusive dreams

you butted into my dreams and reminded me that I needed to study


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weird but otherwise, I realise it’s true


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okay today I shall mug.


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but why do I need a figment of my imagination to tell me to do what I’m supposed to do...

Saturday 24 November 2012

No mood

to study :(


I spent the whole day shopping for music stuff (and I bought a Line6 Pod HD400 - finally I have a pedal board of my own)


and stoning, and jamming


and having dinner at can2 with vicki and bumping into aleem


everything except studying.




why can’t I forget the whole business and care about myself for once?

Beautiful Imperfection


This is actually a repost of a pretty old commercial:


As much as I dont like Gahmen propaganda


But it’s still really meaningful, even as I decided to reread all the posts I posted in the past.




I’m definitely not perfect, neither is anyone else.


we all have our fears, our secrets, our baggage from the past


but love looks beyond these faults. And that’s what really matters in the end.




and I quote one of my older posts:


you know. it doesnt make a difference if you hold on to hope vs liking the person and giving up hope.
liking/love is hope in itself.


After reading through

the past few entries in my blog over the year.


I realised the quality of my posts have degenerated into self-obsessed rants


But it also seems as if this is where I end up saying things I wouldn’t otherwise be able to say otherwise





so what’s about this issue I’m grappling with that seems to take over my entire thought life? sigh :/

Friday 23 November 2012

statistical nightmares

I had a really bad dream yesterday, about exams


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And the most retarded part was that I wasn’t taking that paper today. I took that paper 1 year ago actually :/, and my juniors were taking that paper today.


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I’ve been more concerned about other people’s stuff than my own. it’s not good. it’s also none of my business




and I feel more alone every time. Sigh… not having my peers to talk to after my exams is a very strange feeling...

Grade Point Average

I wish I could just not be intimidated by those 3 words :(

Shine


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Shine Your light so I can see You


Pull me up, I need to be near You


Hold me, I need to feel love


Can You overcome this heart that's overcome?

Thursday 22 November 2012

one more day...

“you should really focus on your coming papers”
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Well another friend probed and I told her a bit of the story

but it was kinda weird because a little over half a year ago I was being stirred to death about her by my hall people
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But I’m really thankful I still have her as a good friend. There was a point of time I felt as if people made it seem as if I was poisonous and something dirty, something no one will ever want to be associated with.
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And I was questioning myself too. But I figured after a while it wasn’t the right thing to do anyway… the closest I ever came to the question was asking what she felt about the whole stir shit nonsense. She just told me to ignore it. Good advice.
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If I did attempt to initiate something then, it would have been simply been a shallow, selfish way of boosting my self-worth… Which isn’t found in having a romantic partner, but a relationship with God. And satisfaction is not found in human love but the love that God gives…
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I woke up today, and thought perhaps it’s be a day spent mugging up whatever was left. Felt much better after dying yesterday.
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Then I got a call.

Then I made a 2 hour diversion away from my study schedule…
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I was scolding myself and engaging in counterfactual thinking the whole time:

“Emil, you got your priorities all wrong...”
“There is a HSS FAL to print stuff, you didn’t have to do it”
“You could have just passed the printed stuff and let it be”
You have an exam tomorrow, you need to study ”

Well evidently I didn’t care about myself, or my exam at all. I probably qualify for some form of delusional disorder or mental illness it seems… ‘Dysfunction“

I hope I’m not being taken for granted… sigh..




“…love as Christ loved the church… ”(Eph 5:25)

Although the idea of being able to emulate the kind of love God gave us, that is, a self-sacrificial unconditional love seems like a nice thing to work towards.

But it’s damn bloody hard. How do you love without expecting reciprocation and something in return? Even my social psychology textbook tries to redefine altruistic behaviour as non-existent and operating on a utilitarian or ethical egoistic principles.

Sigh… if Jesus was indeed fully human, it must have been really painful to be led like a lamb to the slaughter, and die while being mocked and insulted.

again...

it was all fine and dandy. stealing a chair from the reading room, setting up a temporary table, laughing, enjoying being around with you all, being pretty happy and all that


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Then as soon as dinner was over, after you left, suddenly. BAM. I felt really tired and depressed. I dunno why it just hit me.


And I started to feel like really really shitty.


And all the nasty thoughts and everything I’ve been holding back for the past few days came back to haunt me.


Aleem and Vicki saw me in that state - but I just started getting whiny and told them I was tired. And I just fell asleep in my room with them there….




I dunno whats wrong with me. Told myself that I didn’t care about anything anymore, I just wanted to stay happy and not re-visit the horrible month of September where I just had no motivation to do anything at all, not even study or attend lectures. But one cascading thought came after another, each more self-depreciating than the one before. Even sleep didn’t have the usual therapeutic effect it has. Fell asleep shitty, woke up shittier.



I miss having friends like Tim, or even John Tay, Daniel, Ding or Xunliang to talk to in times like this. At least in IB, they were all there to support me and pull me though the times I felt insecure and crappy. But I seemed like I retreated into my own bubble in NTU while they’re studying elsewhere.




I wonder where it goes from now on… fight it, fight it off and be strong…

Wednesday 21 November 2012

2 days before exams

and I still don’t feel stressed


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or prepared for that matter


ugh :(

Not a day goes by...

without the all too familiar roller-coaster thoughts and emotions


without me thinking about you in one way or another




it’s almost obsessive, and it’s probably stupid and silly of me to be like this


but I don’t want to get upset and overthink this matter.


I rather stay happy and be glad you’re in some ways part of my life for now than to over think it…


Optimism is the way to go haha




I don’t want you think that you’re obliged to owe me something and feel bad about it.


Being a friend to me is probably the best I can ever ask for now…


In fact the last few days have been the happiest(and also the most confusing) days of my life for a while…


I gave up trying to tell my mind to stop going crazy already...




i guess, if things aren’t meant to be they just aren’t …


perhaps one day we’ll both move on in life and never see or talk to each other again… perhaps


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Tim and I wrote this as a farewell song to another friend a long time ago…:



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We will worship Jesus together


When He comes again…


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The greatest reunion...

Tuesday 20 November 2012

Regression, Repression, Depression...

today, or rather yesterday was bizzare


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I’m kinda at a loss to describe how I felt, but it was a bit surreal.


but I really enjoy studying with other people much more than studying alone…




The whole idea of repression is interesting. We can force our thoughts and feelings away down into out unconscious mind, but it’s very, VERY difficult to repress one’s body language. Like I read some study/stories that individuals with Wernicke’s Aphasia (who couldn’t understand words) were able to detect if individuals were lying solely based on their facial expressions and body language, and surprisingly were much more adept at detecting lies than regular individuals (p<0.05)


Okay, the 'p< 0.05' wasn't necessary, but considering I've been helping all sorts of different people with their stats the last few days, not surprising it popped up.


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But unconsciously or otherwise I found myself in a really weird seating posture a few times. After that I readjusted myself, but it still came back. Daheck lol. silly brain.




And I think there’s one more thing I’m supposedly good at (besides stats), which is to make people ‘feel bad’. I mean if I don’t really mind going all out for another person, it’s my choice, and I guess the other individual doesn’t need to feel obliged to reciprocate? I don’t really know actually… but I always believed that we should not just repay a good deed, but pass it on to others. It makes the world a happier place(:




I guess, the way things are, it is so much a normal part of the human development. Emotions are really what defines the human experience(okay I know they replicated ‘depression’ in rats, but whatever). And rather than fight against it, we should just enjoy it as it comes(:


I guess, just leave it as it is (:

Sunday 18 November 2012

Betty

Yeah I know I should be sleeping. lol...



...You've got your secrets, you've got your regrets


Darling, we all do...

Wise men say:

Only fools rush in…


but I can’t help


Falling in love with you…



nice cover (:

Suicide Idealation

Is a very depressing chapter to study:


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you learn so much about how these individuals who seem okay, but deep down they’re screaming and crying out for someone, somebody to listen to them


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that suicide becomes a way for them to express themselves to an uncaring world...

I feel

that I have no right to feel the way I feel when I see stuff like that


it’s technically none of my business


but I wish I could be the one to tell you that it’s not true, even though I don’t know what’s going on…




it’s as if some magic spell was cast that binds my emotional state to another person


but it’s starting to invade every aspect of my thought life.




I really need to get down to some serious studying and stop thinking about this matter. this matter can wait, but my exams can’t…


but I’m scared if I repress it too much I’ll start getting nightmares and go crazy after a while :/

Saturday 17 November 2012

Whatever it takes

love is:


" a form of mental illness not yet recognized in any of the standard diagnostic manuals."


- Stuart Sutherland, Psychologist, 1989




it’s something I wish and hope remains special, and it’s not just about feelings, emotions,


it’s not just about reciprocation, because if all someone cares about is getting something back in return, it isn’t real.


it’s about showing what it means to love, not just in what you say…




with that being said, I believe love has it’s proper place and time…


I can’t say I love a person in that sense, unless I really know the person, and appreciate who she is in all the imperfections and shortcomings that make her who she is.


Otherwise I’m merely blind, stupid or insane. No one is perfect, but we are made perfect through love(1 John 4:18)




if you’re reading this, and you know who I’m thinking of, or maybe you don’t


but I remember that:


“We love because He first loved us” 1 John 4:19


and we don’t deserve God’s love, but He still gives it to us anyway…




Vicki randomly asked me what traffic light status I was today. Pretty obvious I never had anyone else before…


but I wonder whether it’s as obvious as some people have pointed out…


sigh. I feel like I’m repressing a lot of what I’d like to say and feel,


because I don’t want to say the things you don’t want to hear…


Maybe I should talk to someone else about it…

Friday 9 November 2012

In my place (II)

were lines that I couldn’t change…



how long must you wait for it?




I could stand here and wait


and believe and hope someday


I could tell you about it




Or I could leave it be


and just know its just the way things are meant to be...

Wednesday 7 November 2012

the silliness of it all

crazy irrational thoughts, repression, knowing that it is merely wishful thoughts,


I really feel as if I’ve been stretched really thin so far,


maybe its just a way of coping and avoiding those self-condemning thoughts that pop up, busy yourself with everything, so you don’t have time to think.




Is there a way out from this besides a potentially destructive catharsis which could mean I lose everything, with not even friendship to speak about?


I feel so at a loss for words to say how I really feel about everything around me. Like I know I’m expected to say, talk and behave in a certain manner, I know I’m being stupid… but I also wonder whether you know how I actually feel about it.


I know it’s a perfectly normal part of development: Erikson’s Intimacy vs isolation life task, but I’m stuck with what the textbook terms as rejection sensitivity… anxious insecure attachment


but knowing all these doesn’t change the way I feel...




Anyway one of my major CF commitments is over - somehow YGAF didn’t turn out the success that I hoped it would be. I met up with a few people I haven’t had the chance to meet and interact for quite a while… and I’m not sure what I expected either… I guess everyone is busy with exams and it wasn’t the best time, but oh well...