this is so crap.

so much of wanting to write stories and now i could not even muster an opening line for any stories. my brain is so not in the mood for cooperating with my fingers.

the more i delay of immortalising the stories, the faster they will reside in someone else's mind. but still i'm so tired of everything and anything that requires me to use my brain to kick start. all i ever wanted is to see the end product without even starting the process.

is it possible for a product to come to live on its own by just me saying the outline bla bla? ya ya, there is no magic that can do that. only hardwork can form that magic that can get things done at a faster rate. making a product is a process, and that magic is a form of trained muscle.

if wanna compare, certainly my brain has no writing muscle. wherever that department in my brain has lazy workers.

ugh... i'm so frustrated. it's not like i'm constipated with stories, it's just i wanna flush them in nice words! and my perfectionism is always questioning my work quality even before i type a word.

gosh. the harsh world of a perfectionist.

screw u lazy bum brain workers!

u didn't spit out any words.. and u wanna find something in between the air u breathe?! u should be rocketed to a nation called imagination!

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I don't know why I like to view her photos on FB even though we are never close since back in college, even though she is obnoxious in pointing out people's weakness or mistakes. Oh well, she did that to me when I posted something on FB, and she commented that the post didn't have any credibility except collapsing people's confidence in the government. That prompted me in deleting my post, and my very own action angered me in a way. Truly. Why did I even listen to someone that obnoxious in wanting others to do her way?

Maybe because I know she is intelligent. One of the valedictorians like me back in college. Or maybe I see her being successful in love and career, which I think I don't have either.

To date, I have never found a satisfying answer to why I like seeing her updates. Even though she has been staying in my country as an expat for a few years, I never even say 'hey, let's grab a drink". She neither, even though her working place was just somewhat opposite of mine (before I quit).

And today, looking at her latest photos give me sadness.

I didn't know she has found new love. And now I cannot help thinking what happened to her and the father of her kids. I know both of them back in college. They are one of the handfuls college sweethearts that got married.

I spent a long time scrolling on her past photos on FB, and I noticed the guy has not been in her photos for a long time opposed to hew new beau. I suddenly feel sorry for them.

Maybe, I just want a happy ending for all my collegemates who married their college sweetheart.

Unlike me who chose to come home...

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i don't know why i'm remembering this memory now.

i spilled my father's white tablets onto the ground where it was was very dusty. my father at that time had been very sick with fever i think, returned home from the clinic and was sleeping. when he woke up, mother told him what i did. all he did was drove back to the clinic to get the medicine.

i was around 5 or lesser at that time.

i don't know the significant of this memory surfacing. but i could feel my pain of not knowing my father's pain while living his life.

it hits me of not knowing him at all.

touching his belonging opens up my grief for him.

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so covid really traumatises me now.

seeing how my father died from covid in the comfort of his room, and how my mother n i undergone quarantined for 15 days, and how no help came even i begged the authorities to come. the ambulance didn't want to come because his condition was not serious enough despite all medical frontliners said he need to be admitted.

that's the past now...

but still the pain lingers in me.

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So I just have to write it out from my chest because I have been experiencing this back to back, and it's not a nice feeling at all.

I know I am kind. When friends in need of help, I help them all the way through as much as I can support. I have come to understand I cannot expect them to reciprocate the next time I ask them for help because help from them would come in other forms or sometime in the future. And it's true. There will be people in our life at the right time right place. But for now, I am exhausted. I felt like whatever kindness I have poured into have been negated.

I supported my friend by purchasing the artwork for myself and my friends who have been very good to me. The work is minimalist. I didn't know because the produce was very different from the historical artwork in the collection. I thought what was given to me was a draft. So at first I kept asking whether this is the completed work or not. Of course i have to say the friend actually fulfilled my request to make my face a little slimmer. Haha. Just slightly. So when I found out it was completed, I looked at the produce and realised i wanted to personalise the art by maybe putting the recipient's name. So when I suggested to the friend about name engraving, she said she can think about it. Then I said coz the portrait is quite plain so I would like to put the name below it to personalise. Coz this is a common practise for companies to allow personalisation in corporate gifts. She commented it was minimalist theme. Suddenly my friend blew up, saying never ever comment the artist's work. Even has example like if dislike picasso's work, cannot tell him because that's his truth. yea, of course cannot tell him la. First he is not an immortal. Second, his artwork has been published all around the world. Have you? I did apologise for crossing the border, but I realised I was hurt because the way people tell me what they dislike about me and my words. I bought 4 products to support this friend. No more. I should have told her how she had hurt me when she went around 'forcing' people to reveal her secret santa, which was me. And she didn't even appreciate the food voucher I gave her. She didn't even bother to tell me that she could not make it because she has some commitment on that voucher deadline. So... I used it myself. I never said anything about it. I should.

Then... a friend whom I posted below about the help and how I could not sleep because of his sentence, asked me to support his partner's food business. But you said to me 'go ask someone else for help', right? I should have said the same thing back to u. But I didn't. I even gave u a local platform and encourage u to enlist her products there to test her luck.

And yesterday night, I was given some feedback on some podcast, because I was coughing badly even though away from the microphone. The host just told me directly to mute when i was coughing and time my speech. You could have just texted me and jumped in. I know it's kinda rude for some people to jump in, but just do it as a moderator. u didn't tell people the house rules that we all need to keep to 10 minutes at the start. I was there at the start. I didn't like how direct he was, but I just thanked coz that was useful for me. I will take it. I try to thank it with all my heart though it's difficult. I don't know what am I supposed to learn from all of this, but I know I withheld my tongue from telling him that I don't like how u commented how bossy I was. I should have ask you back how to do deal with people who like to dominate the conversation?

A friend commented my experience as I am kind but experiencing negative feelings. I asked the universe before why, why, why. I keep telling myself that I would stop helping friends. I'm tired of experiencing of this kind of backlash. It hurts. so. much. I'm talkative too, and I cannot adapt to talking to air. So it hurts when I was just trying to interact people. The universe replied because helping people makes me happy.

But this helping business is just sharpening the edge of the knife buried in me every time I receive this kind of comment. I am trying to release it so I can be free from this emotion.

But first, why am I so affected by it? why? is it really the way they talk?

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i don't know why my chest is on fire. i see tonight's dinner is so pathetic: chicken soup only, and i look over to my mother's table on the right. she is watching netflix all day long. and this is a repetition of like other days. just watching netflix as early as 12 pm until 12 am and then repeat the following day. she said she is stressed from cooking two meals a day, so i subscribed lunch on alternate days to ease. but that actually just makes me see so obviously that she is just sitting in front of her laptop waiting to die in the absent of jobs and cooking meals.

and oh, she gets angry of everything and anything. while i sit in my own field of table and chair surrounded with articles related to my masters studies. i don't have time to read my books nor make more money even though i think i have the means.

and yet, my chest is on fire as i stir the idea in my head how can someone just wait to die everyday. i am absolutely stress by that idea, while i sit and read articles on my theories that i have never heard, hoping i did ok in my assignment, hoping i would do well in my exam. and suddenly it hit me, my exam clashes with my freelance work on both days. in the distance in my head, i could hear the fucking desperation in her voice "why am i always cooking? why no else cooks?" well, it's because i am not waiting to die like u that whatever u r doing is to wait for death to sweep ur feet. and oh, u said before i fucking dirty ur kitchen while i was cooking years ago.

nothing can soothe the fire in my chest other than conjuring thoughts like i hate u. how can i not hate u. i look at tonight's dinner that is only chicken soup and u said u r not in the mood to cook. it's not only today, it's an everyday affair with that sentence that it now set fire ablaze on my throat. how i have constraint 'i hate u' from escaping my throat everyday when i see u in front of netflix. how i hated people idling their time so death can just say hi and bye on a later date.

and when death is at ur doorstep, u will think back on all these times and say i have no time to do the things i want. fuck u? u transacts the time with netflix so don't ever tell me u have no time. i really hate people like u, gosh.

if only i can just say out loud 'yea u r so stupid. i don't know why i have such stupid mother like u' whenever u play the sympathy card in the car or in the living room with that scrunchie victim look "aww... aww.. i don't know why i am so stupid.. i am never smart in IT." yea, u r so stupid and a great green-eye person. oh, remember u said why i was willing to teach a grandma to use G suite but not u? yea coz that grandma was actually TRYING to move her cursor to click on those folders whereas u cried and screamed for people to click the tabs for u when ur two daughters were teaching u, as per instructed by u, fucktard.

man, nothing can extinguish my hatred for u. i hate the game u play. a gaslighter, a manipulator, a bully. what a fucking better actor than me. so don't go screaming at the whole block u r in depression. u have all these acting means to help contact ur inner self and release the lowest points of ur life at ur two daughters, and oh to flex ur power 'i am victim' to the whole world. when i announce i feel like killing myself, u told me to shut up because u didn't want to hear it. i didn't want to hear u either.

it's because of u, my dreams were shattered. and i spent wandering without anchor on earth for years because i could not patch back my dreams. i have to reinvent myself while u keep opening my wound.

i just don't know why i have such a stupid mother like u. the flame has traveled from my chest to my nose. i can't breathe. u r suffocating me physically, emotionally and mentally. i hate u.

why do u even bother for death to pick u up? while screaming u have no money? so much time on hand to play victim and watch netflix. u r the cause of my medical bills. u only worsen my medical condition. i never thought i can hate u until awaken the eye of sauron.

but i hate myself the most. i hate myself for being stuck in this house with u. but i don't want to move either because this is my house in my name. u should go. all u want is money. i hate u.

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