This totally cheered me up on the way back from work today

(gosh these boys are just amazing and hilarious):

And since it's the new year, almost unconsciously us fans are already waiting for the next album to drop. Sept-Oct / Feb-Mar always appear to be comeback periods -- and it's nice to be a fan of something and anticipate wonderful stuff coming.

Work-wise -- things are piling up! I'm digging back into work the start of this year. Ja!

---

BBC Radio made a documentary on BTS and Kpop!!

yes, the whole thing is fascinating.

But I like to think that although BTS is Kpop,

they're paving the way to a better and hopefully healthier version of it.

Wednesday night happy vibes

of course, why did I forget:

Ya Rasulullah
I belong to you.

💚

A precious thing or desired object may be any of three categories:
what's sought for means to an end,
what's sought for its intrinsic value,
what's sought for both.

hmmmmmmmm.

So my sister and I are having a conversation in the night about life,
and while trying to express something,
I said something quite hilarious that cracked us up:

Maybe for some things there's no right or wrong,
but... pain and less pain.


😂

Well, haha, obviously there are some things that are clearly right and clearly wrong -- like murder! But you know, those other ambiguous, apparently-neutral things in life -- what makes those supposed things right or wrong? How would we know what makes a certain decision right or wrong? Right???

I don't know. But for those things, I guess if you're in so much pain, then don't...? Or if it's too difficult, then don't? I don't know. Sembahyang istikharah, just choose! and then don't look back.

Finally reading the very-popular When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi 

and this resonated (not that I'm on a death sentence at all);

but I think I understand the feeling of thinking you know something,

and then wondering later, typically amidst significant life experience, 

what changed? I thought I knew it. Maybe I didn't really know it?

"Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn't know when.

After the diagnosis, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn't know when.

But now I knew it acutely. The problem wasn't really a scientific one.

The fact of death is unsettling. Yet there is no other way to live."

The only thing I can attribute it to is our human tendency to self-deceit.

Guys, we all know we're approaching death,

but we... pretend we're not? It's strange, isn't it?

It's like a psychological trick so we don't have to deal with the fear and the reality of things.

And another one from Brene Brown in Braving The Wilderness, 

(something I shall have to learn by heart):

Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don't belong.

You will always find it because you've made that your mission.

Stop scouring people's faces for evidence that you're not enough.

You will always find it because you've made that your goal.

True belonging and self-worth are not goods;

we don't negotiate their value with the world.

The truth about who we are lives in our hearts.

Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation,

especially our own.

No one belongs here more than you do.

I can't believe this show has 13 Seasons now!

and I still love it, hahahaha.

Everytime I watch horror movies and it gets unbearable,

I wish Sam and Dean would get into the scene

and deal with the monsters instead.

So I've been reading and watching some gender-themed and strongly-feminist stuff lately (including my latest Korean drama, which highlighted the difficulties for women in the workplace and in society in general; I love it so much):

I admire this lady more and more.

I think it's high-time I read a book of hers:

And I watched this Netflix documentary from a few years back,

about American masculinity:

And to be fair I listened to a little anti-feminist rhetoric as well:

And after it all, I remind myself to pause a little bit, and then check my yardstick (because it's very easy to fall sway to the endless arguments within the world of moral relativism); I think of the Prophet s.a.w., and think about what he would approve. And I'm sorry, don't you think he would be on the side of women? Yes, he would. 😌

He was a feminist man through and through, in a time when the concept of feminism was inconceivable. Extrapolate that to this day, what kind of man would he be in our current society? I wonder. Would he approve the kind of woman I aspire to be? He gave the true example of masculinity: strong and yet gentle; a general on the battlefield and a leader of men, but at the same time would partake in household chores as a daily duty, love and kiss children, and listen to women's advice, and declare love for his wife in front of other men. Actually, I'm realising it's wrong to think of his life as an example for men; he was an example for humanity! As a woman, I too want to serve society, be brave out in the world, but be gentle, respectful, and loving with all people. All the boys in that documentary who were struggling with concepts of masculinity and given poor examples, would they all not have been saved if they had the Prophet s.a.w. as an idol, as an example, as a role model for this life? Would not the entire Muslim world fare better if we actually and truly followed in the footsteps of our Prophet s.a.w.? I wish so deeply that we all would, or at least tried harder, myself included.

---

Not entirely unrelated actually:
there are so so so so many reasons to love BTS,
(and if you know them enough it's impossible to not love them),
but one of the biggest reasons they are awesome,
is their trend-setting now for what it means to be masculine.
I could write a paper on this I think.
(and hey! BBC is releasing a documentary on BTS soon; exciting!
I'll be sure to post it when it's out.)

BTS is perceived as cool, and talented, and strong (think Jungkook and his obsession over his muscles, this little boy), and smart (think Namjoon and his insane reputation as high-IQ genius); admired by both young men and young women. And at the same time, they're not afraid to be goofy and silly, or sad and in pain, or affectionate with their male buddies, or cry in public, or share their feelings on stage, or say "I love you!" to fans and to each other, and throw hearts every time they perform. It is amazing. You can be soft and vulnerable, or have a history of pain and hurt and ridicule, and still be a cool, strong, and awesome man today. I love this so much about all of them, their authenticity; and you can see how they play off each other's strong traits, all seven of them, so that together they are incredible. It's such a healthy thing that they have, and it's something we can all learn from.

An example of why their performances are so awesome:

do you see how cute and silly they are

with those crazy hearts they slotted into their performance???

I always do think Jin is commonly the instigator for such crazy yet lovely nonsense,

and I love him all the more for that open goofiness he brings to the group.

Soft front, strong back, wild heart.
-- Braving The Wilderness,
Brene Brown

I've indulged in some escapism for a while. As things mend for me internally, hopefully. I go on these long binges of any one thing, even work. I've figured if there's one thing I have in complete excess, it's inertia (which gasp, is proportional to weight! *facepalm*); when I start to really get into something, it's like a blackhole I can't get out of. Yesterday, I finally sat at the office to do some work and kept at it for hours and was unintentionally one of the last few to leave. If I think or say that I will leave soon -- give me at least 1.5 hours before I make a move. And when I binge-watch tv, especially korean drama, I am almost scared of myself; I actually get headaches from incessant watching.

I am aware it's escapism -- but I tell myself, for the time being. This is me taking care of myself, at some level. I hope.


So the current soma is this amazing slice-of-life korean drama called Because This Is My First Life. Calling it soma is wrong, I feel, because it's got such substance: I've cried so terribly over it, and it's not so much sad plot moments (although there were those too) but these overwhelmingly beautiful reflective scenes, that feel so unbearably real.

Multiple times while watching I wondered the eternal question, 

does life imitate art, or art imitate life?

It still has a familiar korean drama plot that makes you binge on it like candy (boy and girl with a fake marriage contract fall in love eventually -- overdone plot device you would think!), but add character depth and development, and beautiful, reflective dialogue, and there you have an absorbing, heart-wrenching masterpiece. And the themes! ohymygod, the themes of this story! Not to mention the not-so-subtle feminist undertones; genius. This drama is perfect to me right now.

Storytellers are geniuses. I've come to truly appreciate that truth as I grow older. The mastery and intelligence that it takes to craft the complexity of character and plot and language into art -- I have almost a reverence for it all.

I don't even know which part of this story I would say is getting to me exactly; all of it? I adore the main characters; they're full and fleshed out and unique. Themes of broken dreams, picking up the pieces of your dreams, reality vs. dreams, lack of belonging, friendship, owning who you are and facing yourself, love and what it all means, love vs. marriage, love vs. sex, family, eternal issues with your parents but they're still the most likely constant love you will have in life, and an overarching c'est la vie! It's okay, life is life, deshou. Heartbreak is part of it, pain is part of it, but so is joy, and hope, and we're all doing this life for the first time.

One of my favourite scenes has the pair of friends Ji Ho and Soo Ji talking as they usually do when any one of their group of friends encounter catastrophes in life -- and then afer Ji Ho spouts some nice, philosophical lines from a movie (The Graduate starring Dustin Hoffman -- I also dig the pop culture references in this show!), Soo Ji pauses and gets it, and just says, "It's hard, is it?" And Ji Ho just silently nods as tears start building up, and  my tears followed suit. Goodness, it was just so beautifully done; a quiet moment pregnant with meaning.

Finished a wonderful two-day course about play and narratives and the power of telling stories
with Dr. Carol Westby, a speechie in her 70s (I think...). It's amazing, her lifetime of work.

And she shared so much about the power of stories;
why is it that everything seems to confirm and correlate and corroborate
with everything else in my life at the moment?

I even wanted to re-post this TED talk about the danger of the single story

and she shared this with everyone today too!

And there's this as well:

What was I complaining about, feeling alienated? (Subhanallah.)

Frak, a lot of people feel that way, S. Let's be brave.

A lot of these people turned out amazing.

Meeting so many of my ex-classmates and speechies I know reminds me of the moments of belonging that I felt -- and it's true what Brene Brown and Maya Angelou were getting at -- those moments of belonging, it's not that I finally found people who were similar to me. It's that I cared not about my difference, we cared not at all about our differences; we were united because of the same human purpose. And while not many spaces can afford us this beautiful experience, I would do well to remember that it's not about eliminating difference, it's about embracing it fully and celebrating everyone's uniqueness. (I'm still learning, I'm still learning.) My SLP class -- we were all different but we were all accepting and kind and celebrated each other. It was such a healthy and beautiful space. I still love that group of people to this day. 

And I will not just have windows, but mirrors on my bookshelf too.

Maybe I'll try to read some local literature.

Chithra was sharing at the end of today something that resonated with so many of us (and why we speechies love doing our work; not least because we learn so much about ourselves and about the nature of humanity):

"When I first became a speech therapist, I thought I'd be helping people to talk. But then I realise... a lot of people could talk but could not relate. And then later I learnt, what they needed to do before they could relate was to connect. And before they could connect, they had to be coherent."

All of us need to create coherent life stories to live well. Have you told yourself your life story? Is it a good one?

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." -- Maya Angelou

So, this is somewhat ridiculous. I have to be up early tomorrow, and unlike other nights, I'd actually attempted bed early, but tossed and turned incessantly with all these thoughts in my head and heaviness in my heart. So I traipsed down the stairs past 1 in the morning, having to unburden onto this space. Because it is my space, and it speaks my truth. And I'm thinking that it then, can give me comfort.


I've been reading voraciously all of Brene Brown's works now, as you would have known if you gleaned my more recent posts. And even as I struggle to finish our book club read (Margaret Atwood's Robber Bride, which is another bleak and dismal view of the world; seriously, does this woman write anything not-depressing?), I am reading Brown's most recent book called "Braving the Wilderness". I'm still in the early bits of the book, but she had already started talking about belonging, revisiting some concepts she had earlier introduced; she started telling her story of how she felt like she did not belong -- about how she failed to make the drill team in high school (you know, being part of the cool club) the way her parents did (being part of the cool club themselves), and how their silence when she failed cemented further the reality of her failure, and that time in her life defined so starkly for her how, having always been the new girl at school and not belonging with her peers, she now in addition did not belong to her family.

I know that it is far from her intention to trivialize the feeling of alienation; it's the perception on the part of the person that matters; it's how alienated you feel from the people around you and not the degree of apparent difference between you and your social environment. But when I read her story, I almost scoffed. This was alienation to you? I know I'm wrong but I feel like I know best how it feels to always be the square peg in the round hole. Maybe everyone feels like this, to some degree, or not. I don't know. I only know my experience. I don't think there's ever been a time in my life I've felt like I identified with any group of people, at all, for more than illusory and brief moments. Even with my family.

Even when the thing that differentiated me from everyone else was a supposed-positive thing -- like being the smartest kid in the family across the board on both sides -- the pleasure of approval fades fairly quickly (leading to desperation for the next accolade and the next level of approval) to be replaced once again by a feeling of wrongness. There is something wrong with me; why am I not like everyone else? Primary school was still fine; though I still felt like I stuck out, my awareness of my difference was like a buzzing at the back of my head. It didn't bother me most of the time. And children at that age were still accepting and open and honest, and played with each other regardless.

Then self-awareness set in and secondary school began, and my growing eyes reflected on my difference, and made it so stark -- I now realise what I did; so that I would not see the difference, I avoided those spaces that would put the difference to light. I withdrew. I avoided the Malay Room like the plague (it agonized me that I had to go there to pray) -- because my goodness, everyone was always just too loud. If you belong to the Malay community, good luck in surviving as an introvert. Being quiet meant you were arrogant, no question; or dumb, perhaps. And in that room, you were somehow expected to know everyone or be able to say the right things, and to this day, one of my most vivid memories of my early days in RG was thinking, "How do all these people seem to already know one another?"

I felt like I did not fit in with my own kind. And to this day, I feel like I don't. I don't know if the way it is now is just a snowballing from then, but put me amongst my own kind, and I don't think I talk about the 'right' things or behave the 'right' way. Put me with my work colleagues say, who are mostly not of my kind, and I still don't fit in because I'm not the same kind to begin with! It's a strange world I feel I live in. Not to mention the whole thing about being a woman, and what a woman is supposed to be, and how obviously I don't fit in the nice, obedient, Muslimah category, but neither am I the obvious, brazen, bold, liberal. It is exhausting. It is exhausting to feel and live like the sore thumb. I'm struggling so hard right now to fully own who I am. I don't know how long this struggle will take, but God, I am so tired. I am so tired. And now, it feels extra worse because everyone is pitifully wondering why I have not partnered up yet -- and I don't know how to tell them, but I'm sorry, do you understand my whole life of being an alien? I have pockets of connection with people but they are few and far in-between. (And this reminds me again of how insulted I felt when someone tried to lump me as a woman just rabid to be married, when excuse me, how dare you reduce the complexity of my life; I'd concluded right then that of course, you don't see me at all; how could I have been so dumb.)

I feel and think all this, and sometimes I remember the kids I see, and I feel ashamed. Because I said I scoffed at Brene's story of alienation, and then there are my kids who are struggling. They would scoff at my silly struggles. (I think I gravitate to my work because I feel such an affinity for feelings of alienation.) The worst type of cases are sometimes the type of kids who know enough to understand that they are different; the ensuing struggle and pain of feeling like they're not enough, then manifesting as difficult behaviour. At the end of the day, we all just want to be accepted and loved for who we are, and not have our worth hinged on some external measure.


There is no conclusion to this post; I have to learn to post somewhat differently now. Because my struggle continues, and who am I to write conclusions when I don't know any. And God, please have mercy; I am still learning. Amin.

I looked this up, somewhat in relation to the above;

from Dead Poets' Society:

"Pain will subside only when we acknowledge it. Addressing it with love and compassion would take only a miniscule percentage of the energy it takes to fight it, but approaching pain head-on is terrifying. Most of us were not taught how to recognize pain, name it, and be with it. Our families and culture believed that the vulnerability that it takes to acknowledge pain was weakness, so we were taught anger, rage, and denial instead. But what we know now is that when we deny our emotion, it owns us. When we own emotion, we can rebuild and find our way through the pain."

...

"The clearer and more respected the boundaries, the higher the level of empathy and compassion for others. Fewer clear boundaries, less openness. It's hard to stay kind-hearted when you feel people are taking advantage of you or threatening you."

-- Braving the Wilderness, Brene Brown

So tonight we had our typical Wed-evening spiritual / religious learning circle --
and yes, I got my happy pill again! I feel human and me again. Alhamdulillah.


And I'm thinking -- instead of thinking that I have to wait for my weekly/fortnightly happy pills, I probably have to figure out what it takes to sustain this mental and spiritual state, right? So that I can be a decent, productive, and compassionate human being as much as possible. And I realised, well, of course, what you sow in your heart matters -- the Prophet s.a.w. as your guidance and guarantor. That should be the fountain of whatever else you need to sustain in life: courage, joy, contentment, and peace. S, please remember.

On a rather separate note, I was listening to someone quote Maya Angelou,

and I wanted to keep this here to ponder on:

"Like a tree planted by the river,

I shall not be moved." 

- Maya Angelou

first time ever I've truly admired a young youtuber!
Youtube and popular social media is typically filled with a certain personality profile,
that is obviously not me; but here, this girl feels different, speaks different, and is such a breath of fresh air on youtube -- I adore her.

and synchronicity or not, recently I bought
The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When The World Overwhelms You by Elaine N. Aron,

and she's one too! (although I'm still trying to decide if I'm a fully fledged one; maybe borderline).

birds of a feather...

Hello, 2018!

I've been waiting for today to blog;
I said I wouldn't blog again till 2018 and I had to refrain --
(oh, S, why always so hard to follow plans)
so, finally here.


I wanted to say that I tried to story-rumble -- sort of -- tried to confront someone and get my story more accurate; and I'm so proud of myself for being brave. On retrospect, since it was more or less my first conscious story-rumble, it didn't go so well beyond the first few moments, because I got increasingly angry and I couldn't step back from my anger and think clearly. But I certainly had more data and corrected my story so that I could understand and change things now. I am glad I left the wrong story in 2017 and am ready to brave newness this year.

It's becoming more apparent how true it is: that when you speak about what matters to you, however little or small you think it is, you build your self-worth. Of course this does not mean you become rude and spout any nonsense that crosses your mind; this is about things that matter to you and you felt a significant emotion in response: be it anger, sadness, disappointment, hurt, or even joy and happiness. Suppressing any of this over time, and allowing others to undermine your feelings, becomes an insupportable agony, which stems from ultimately your own disappointment with your very self for not standing up for you. That's what I've learnt so far that I think I haven't done enough of, maybe -- standing up for myself. When you don't, you actually feel betrayed and that's where the agony comes in. (BTS is so right, haha -- Love Yourself guys, then you can love others well.) It doesn't matter whether the people on the outside did really do some wrong or evil to you; it is a given people will try to invalidate your feelings or your experience. But the point is, you're trying to make it matter. It matters, you matter. People with good and open hearts will at the least not try and invalidate your experience and embrace you as a person.

This reminds me of something from e. e. cummings:

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn't.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel -- but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling -- not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.



Something else to tide me through the days of the year:

"You have done what you could --
Some blunders and absurdities have crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day.
You shall begin it serenely and
with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Don't think I'll be blogging here for a while till 2018
so I wanted to finish this year with something adorable at least:

Mang!

Who hasn't made an appearance but is my second favourite after RJ:

E just reminded me that this year is the 20th anniversary of the release of the first Harry Potter book! wow.


Anyway, I felt obligated to blog because December is ending, 2017 will soon be over, and my recent tradition of a let's-reflect-on-the-past-year is due. And I needed to say that for this year -- I sort of can't. Can't give a decent look-back-on-the-year post. I'm just exhausted, spent; just really, really tired. On record, I don't think I've felt more heartbroken than I was this year. And obviously the recent book I've been reading just made me confront that personally, and stopped me from running away from reality a little bit, which is what I realise I've been doing a lot of, on retrospect. I know that it sounds so emo, and a lot of flak comes from appearing emotional, but damn it, I kind of don't care anymore.

As emotional as I am, I pride in my intellectual logic as well -- which obviously creates an eternal vicious war between my heart and mind internally -- and it has come to my attention that everyone is in truth very emotional. Everyone. Even men; who knows, especially men, perhaps. I call BS if you say you aren't. Everyone just differs on how aware they are of how it controls and drives their everyday life, and how then they manage it. I don't think I've met anyone yet whose emotional awareness and control, I truly admire. A few names pop into my head, but even they perhaps fall short.

So, yes -- this is what I'm battling in life right now. Confronting the reality that I have an emotional self, the nafs perhaps, that cannot be ignored but must be understood, mastered, and fed in the right way. And at 30 years of life, I am discovering yet again, how wrong I was, how wrong I have been about some things. I know from experience, learning that I had been wrong and figuring then how to stand up again and find the rightness of things is usually extremely rewarding, because it is growth, it is an expanding.

But right now, I am still in the pit of things; I'm still looking for a climb up. It always feels despairing when you see other people doing the supposed big things: getting married, getting a house, having children, rising up the corporate and career rungs -- and here I am writing about my emotional self on a blog that has lasted since my teenage days, still feeling confused at times, still unsure at times, still wondering what to do with the same guy -- but learning very hard how to be brave. And learning that who I am is enough.


This is enough. See you in 2018!

Seek that wisdom
that will untie your knot
Seek that path
that demands your whole being
Leave that is not,
but appears to be
Seek that which is,
but is not apparent.

-- Rumi

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-- e. e. cummings




I'm still reading Brene Brown, and then I came across something that totally explained one of the beautiful lines from the Love Yourself highlight reels:

Why is it that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?

Most of us have experienced being on the edge of joy only to be overcome by vulnerability and thrown into fear. Until we can tolerate vulnerability and transform it into gratitude, intense feelings of love will often bring up the fear of loss.

-- Brene Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

Revolution might sound a little dramatic, but in this world, choosing authenticity and worthiness is an absolute act of resistance. Choosing to live and love with our whole hearts is an act of defiance. You're going to confuse, piss off, and terrify lots of people -- including yourself. One minute you'll pray that the transformation stops, and the next minute you'll pray that it never ends. You'll also wonder how you can feel so brave and so afraid at the same time. At least, that's how I feel most of the time... brave, afraid, and very, very alive.

...

The ultimate act of integration is when the rising strong process becomes a daily practice -- a way of thinking about our emotions and our stories. Rather than running from our SFDs, we dig into them knowing they can unlock the fears and doubts that get in the way of our wholeheartedness. We know that rumbling is going to be tough, but we head straight into it because we know running is harder. We wade into the brackish delta with open hearts and minds because we've come to learn that the wisdom in the stories of our falls makes us braver.

...

I'd say the one thing we all have in common is that we're sick of feeling afraid. We want to dare greatly. We're tired of the national conversation centering on "What should we fear?" and "Who should we blame?" We all want to be brave.

-- Rising Strong, Brene Brown

70: 19 - 22

Human beings are created in a state of anxiety.

When evil touches them, they fret;

When good touches them, they withhold;

Except for the ones who pray / are steadfast.

I have a quarter left of this book I'm now reading, Rising Strong;
and it's about to beat Mindsight off the top of my non-fiction list.

Mindsight was fascinating as a foray into the field of neuropsychology.
Rising Strong is hitting me in the gut, and will remain one of the most important books I'll read in my entire life, I think -- partly perhaps due to timeliness, and partly credit given to its essential subject matter.

I've never cried so hard reading a non-fiction book;
perhaps I've never had any book that triggered my tears this much.
It's actually painful, I'm not kidding. I know I exaggerate often and lavish praises;
but this afternoon, I was sitting in the library reading this and was swiping tears and trying to look out the window so as not to attract attention. I even contemplated having a moment in the bathroom for a good cry. Every chapter she shares brings up painful personal matters that I know I need to address; things about myself I need to confront; stuff I need to manage;



my heart has been breaking, breaking, breaking,
and I can't pretend or hide it anymore.


A Pixar maxim:

The protagonist looks for every comfortable way to solve the problem.
By the climax, he learns what it's really going to take to solve the problem.
This act includes the "lowest of the low".

-- Rising Strong, Brene Brown

The Rumble

1) What more do I need to learn and understand about the situation?

2) What more do I need to learn and understand about the other people in the story?

3) What more do I need to learn and understand about myself?

In the absence of data, we will always make up stories. It's how we are wired. In fact, the need to make up a story, especially when we are hurt, is part of our most primitive survival wiring. Meaning making is in our biology, and our default is often to come up with a story that makes sense, feels familiar, and offers us insight into how best to self-protect. What we're trying to do in the rumble -- choosing to feel uncertain and vulnerable as we rumble with the truth -- is a conscious choice. A brave, conscious choice.

-- Rising Strong, Brene Brown

I'm quite sure I posted about this lady Brene Brown before,

whose talk on vulnerability years ago now,

remains one of the best TED talks anyone should watch.

But I only got her book Rising Strong recently, and delved deeper into her themes of vulnerability and courage and shame and fear. And man, is she right about how unsettling and agitating this is. She says in her talk about how this research led to her own breakdown, and I can really see why now. Understanding this subject matter deeply makes you question the way you live your entire life, and makes you reflect how badly it is that you've been doing things, and how you really need to change.

It's upsetting me. Because it's telling me to do things I don't want to do. Because she's right, it's uncomfortable, it's scary, and it will hurt -- but that's courage, right. God, I'm almost wishing I can walk away from this and pretend not to care.

One of the things I commonly pray for is courage, always feeling how much l lack it. And right now, I'm almost wishing I didn't ask God to make me brave. Because I don't think I can be brave. It's taking too much of my energy reserves to do this; I'm just too exhausted. I've been feeling so tired; wouldn't it be better and easier to just not care.

😔

Despite what I just said, dear God, help me be brave.
And maybe I'll have more energy to work at this on another day.

The Rising Strong Process 

The goal of this process is to rise from our falls, overcome our mistakes, and face hurt in a way that brings wisdom and wholeheartedness. 

The Reckoning 

Men and women who rise strong are willing and able to reckon with their emotions. First, they recognize that they're feeling something -- a button has been pushed, they're hooked, something is triggered, their emotions are off-kilter. Second, they get curious about what's happening and how what they're feeling is connected to their thoughts and behaviours. Engaging in this process is how we walk into our story. 

The Rumble

Men and women who rise strong are willing and able to rumble with their stories. By rumble, I mean they get honest about the stories they've made up about their struggles and they are willing to revisit, challenge, and reality-check these narratives as they dig into topics such as boundaries, shame, blame, resentment, heartbreak, generosity, and forgiveness. 

Rumbling with these topics and moving from our first responses to a deeper understanding of our thoughts, feelings, and behaviours gives birth to key learnings about who we are and how we engage with others. The rumble is where wholeheartedness is cultivated and change begins. 

The Revolution 

Unlike evolutionary change, which is incremental, revolutionary change fundamentally transforms our thoughts and beliefs. Rumbling with our story and owning our truth in order to write a new, more courageous ending transforms who we are and how we engage with the world. Men and women who rise strong integrate the key learnings that emerge from the rising strong process into how they live, love, lead, parent, and participate as citizens. This has tremendous ramifications not only for their own lives, but also for their families, organizations, and communities.

-- Rising Strong, Brene Brown

---

It all seems connected: the story of Bangtan rising strong, for one;
I bet you this is one of the major reasons they appeal so much to everyone.
Thank you, dear boys, for being such an inspiration to everyone.

People glorify the ending of a story when it's all great and good; 

but when you're in the middle of your story, 

not at all certain you're in a story worth telling at all, 

it's dark, and painful, and bleak. 

No one seems to care about that bit;

worse, some people will throw you off-track,

and that's where a lot of us falter.

That's where inspiring stories like BTS are such a source of strength, comfort, and hope.
And they sing about it too!

daijoubu datte, oh yeah

itsuka wa good day, tozen...

kitto brighter tomorrow...

yessssss,

what he said.

I think we all do this to some extent, and it is an exhilarating and liberating feeling.
I feel it most when I let my thoughts wander in this space,
and when I converse with special persons -- when we go into a shared head space
and take that flight, that trip, that brings us to new thoughts and ideas,
Alhamdulillah.

And I just realised how much harder it is to sustain that risky flight long-term;
for big projects that require prolonged and protracted periods of journeying,
or the big project that is life that takes essentially all of your time --
to live life creatively is to live courageously.

---

It was only a matter of time before someone made an anime video of this,

and it's lovely.

I love their happy-sad love songs.

It perfectly captures that aching hope that is so central to love.

cuteness number 2!!!

RJ the alpaca still my fave, 

and then Koya here. 

Oh gosh, I need me a cute little animal.

Also, today was a great day meeting up with the NFC work team,

ambitious, well-meaning, big-hearted people --

and on top of everything,

I found fellow kPop / BTS fans and now 

we make a tripartite group; 

and oh, it just makes work that little bit extra fun.

💜💜💜

Actions are by their intentions.

This is so distressing.

The saving grace is that there are actually men like Shaykh Hamza who show sincere concern about this subject. Watch the lady with the shoulder-length hair, and her body language; she's probably had a lifetime of distrust of men and hence put Shaykh Hamza in the same box; and obviously Shaykh Hamza being who he is, calls her out on it gently toward the end of the exchange, and the tension dissipates nicely before it's all over. And though I cringed at her behaviour toward him throughout the interview, I get it. I get her. She has probably had a whole life of being dismissed by men and immediately put down for being vocal about her concerns, the Malay community being what it is (what a terrible woman! a shameless woman!) -- so that the expectation of any men being sincerely for the cause of women is non-existent; that kind of man is a rare species she has had little to nil experience with. Some people wonder why women love Shaykh Hamza so; seriously, you can wonder? I don't know another Muslim scholar who shows this much sincere empathy, concern, and true admiration for women. Women have never felt so truly and visibly appreciated by a Muslim scholar in contemporary times. We can tell the difference, when you preach to us out of condescension or out of love and respect.

And it is through my awareness that men like Shaykh Hamza can exist, and through my faith that the Prophet s.a.w.. would for sure (confirm plus chop) be on women's side, that I don't become resentful or reactive to my faith. That I am able to redirect my confusion or frustration to the right things; Islam is blameless, pure, and just. Terrible people corrupt its image. Small and weak men bring misery and oppression to women; real men are not threatened by strong women.

And here's the thing, and though I'm making somewhat of a sweeping statement here, I believe it is true: that feminists are born from disappointment with men. It is in the nature of most women to serve and be mostly content with behind-the-scenes jobs; to learn, grow, and function in small spaces not seeking glory; but just because we welcome the supporter and cheerleader role does not mean we welcome disrespect in equal measure. What, just because I'm your supporter, I'm less intelligent than you??? Because I concede to take on the domestic work and child-caring, I must be of less worth than you strategizing military campaigns? Feminism takes root when femininity is not respected by men; when men think that the natural work of women must surely be less than theirs and therefore by extension, women must be less (and since women are less, we shall then give them less); when women then realise that they have to fight for respect and for rights, and start clamouring for men's spaces to win that respect. As a collective, men themselves have led to the rise of feminism. If men had only loved and respected women for who they were, we wouldn't have women going out of their way to prove their intelligence, strengths, and capabilities. I do think that even the most extreme feminist is in reality hoping to discover that a man who respects her wholly, and who is then worthy of her respect, exists in the world.


And I am reminded of Marthe -- hardcore 16th-century fictional feminist -- who softens in her anger, having finally met a worthy man in her half-brother, Francis:

"... You see," said Marthe. "I am not here to mock. I have worn out my revenge. You have guided me into a world which has been closed to me all my life. You have shown me that what I hold by, you hold by and more. You have shown me strength I do not possess, and humanity I thought belonged only to women. You are a man, and you have explained all men to me..."

His eyes were closed, nor did he give any sign that he had heard her. Marthe smiled, and moving closer, laid her hand for the first time on his. "Francis. It is morning. Come and sleep."

-- Pawn in Frankincense, Dorothy Dunnett

Ohmygoodness, the sweetness of this sibling scene 💜  Marthe deserved more happiness.

I finished The Tale of Shikanoko series by Lian Hearn;
I liked it and I didn't expect to.
This story kind of snuck up on me nicely.
And the overarching theme of the story, of fate and destiny,
and sacrifices for the greater good, left me with a nice, melancholic feel.


Next Akihime came into his mind, as strongly as if she stood before him. He thought he heard her say, "It was not you who killed me or caused my death. We disobeyed the gods; we were punished for it. Masachika took me prisoner, Aritomo ordered my torture, the Prince Abbot carried it out. Punish them if you will, but don't punish yourself any longer. I was dying before the serpent bit me -- maybe it saved me days of suffering. And although what we did together was wrong -- we were so young, we knew nothing about the world -- our son came from it."

He recalled Sesshin's words: 

This is why you should never concern yourself over your fate; everything follows the laws of destiny and therefore happens for a purpose.

Saw this serendipitously one after the other

(never coincidentally, but at least serendipitously -- with its connotations of fate):

In the remembrance of God do our hearts find rest.

I get really upset and angry with someone, but then I think,
okay, I'll just let it slide (because you know, let's keep peace);
but then, after a while I realise I'm on edge with said person,
and snappish and easily riled -- and then it keeps building up,
and then a fight or emotional outburst finally happens over something apparently trivial...

and it wouldn't have happened if I had confronted the person at the first instance.

Healthy relationships involve upfront, open, and heart-to-heart exchanges.
God I wish I could have more of those.

Posting this just because it remains one of the cutest things in over a week

and this space needs something happy:

I need me an adorable alpaca.

You know, some days are just really, really hard for me for some reason.
And it's not like anything changes in particular; but perhaps consciously or not,
something set me off on the wrong track at the outset of the day --
somebody unthinkingly said something that sends all my strong steely resolve crumbling --
and then the rest of the day requires all the deep reserves of energy for me to sustain. And then
I come home completely spent and have to just lie on the bed for a good hour before I do anything again.

I do have some level of tenacity in me, and despite all the crap I feel, there are times I feel very inspired and psyched and ready to do things; there are days I feel inspired by my very self. So it really bums me when I lose grip on this, and I feel like I'm staring into an endless bleakness instead. At low moments like this, amusingly two scenes from the past always come to my mind: my tearing up uncontrollably while queueing up in the canteen back in RJ, and my physically being in beautiful, gorgeous Switzerland on holiday with my family but feeling all terrible inside. I think they were quite significant benchmarks for feelings of low-ness. And what makes me even more miserable is thinking that, today, even at this age, I can still feel this crappy. Or perhaps, it could get even crappier.

My constant question to myself is how to keep up the positivity; how to keep up the strength and courage to do things and live life well even when it feels bad. I wish I had people around me I connected with more; but I withdraw instead because I feel it gets toxic to be around them. They make me feel smaller than I already do. I feel like I need more safe spaces but it's not in my house, unfortunately.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with one of my cousins while we were in Japan recently, when she as much said how her entire family thought I was a strange individual who has fortunately changed for the better over the years. Despite striving to be the bigger person and taking her perspective; in retrospect, that whole exchange left a bitter taste. It confirms yet again the lack of connection I experience; and my very accurate perception of how people don't seem to get me and then subsequently judge me. And it makes me want to disconnect with them even more. Why should I put in so much effort to connect with persons who never appear to value the real core of me? Why should I pretend to be something else?

There are good days when I believe it is not me, it is who I'm with that's the problem; I'm not with my tribe. I'm not with people who vibrate on the same wavelength. But there are some days... I think maybe there is no tribe ever; and I am truly defective. At which point, my escape has always been literature, I suppose. Or some space or art that can give release to the unique distress I feel I experience. And I do have an individual friend or two whose wavelengths resonate with mine; and they are my sounding board. When I get that recharge, Alhamdulillah, I feel I am able to face life again. But the cycle repeats itself.

I sometimes wonder if I'm just supposed to get that this is life. That maybe, at some level, we all feel like this? (But if we all do, then how can some humans be so heartless and mean! And sometimes plain dumb.) This is why life is painful, temporary, and not our final abode. This world is a low place, for sure.

C'est la vie, S.

this is awesome fanwork, to go with my sombre mood

(although I promise, writing about it already makes me feel that little bit better)

it's a mashup of all their solo songs on their WINGS album; and I realise how much heavy content their previous album had. the songs are full of pain, and growth, and hurt -- and so beautiful. 

people who say BTS is just another boy band -- fight me.

RM's lyrics especially, are always to die for.

Sometimes I think, RM is to me what Sho was to YJ, hehe.

There are
difficult days,
difficult days,
difficult days,
and then a good day.
And
It makes the earlier difficult days seem like good days too.
So may I live the coming difficult days like good days,
in wait of another good day
some day too.



I can't figure out how to put into words what happened recently without making it sound banal. Because it was amazing, but I don't think I can convey the awesomeness of it, really. I'd done something entirely by gut feel and a sense of passion and conviction; just kind of bulldozed my way about it too, because there was a rightness to it, and it just felt like what I should be doing. And then later to have it amazingly, almost unbelievably, entirely validated and approved, for almost everyone else to see... it feels like a nugget of gold.

On a personal level, it feels like a healing stroke to the heart, like a cooling touch; a kindly nod of approval from the Tester. Don't fret, S, you're on the right track. You're doing good.

Thank You for amazing tokens like this that help strengthen my faith and conviction,
and cushion my fragile heart.


At times like this, my faith in my own intuition and judgement is restored as well. Because, at the end of the day, I run on intuition more than anything else, and it's when I try to work against my own nature that I get agonised about things, I feel. The best decisions I have made in my life have always been done on a seemingly-irrational impulse felt in some deep way and with not that much conscious thought. I know it, I know this a 100%, but I can't really tell you why yet at the moment... or I want this, I really want this, don't ask me why. I like myself best when I don't doubt my inner voice. In fact, I have moments when I consult my inner sage and ask point-blank, "Come on, tell me. You know. I know you know. What do you think?" And depending on my overall emotional/mental/spiritual state, I may or may not trust her. I should trust her more. She tends to be more right than wrong.

Having said all that:
dear God, guide me in all my affairs; 
there is no Guidance but Yours.

really wanted to do this earlier but couldn't get the time;
awesome moments this past week that I want to keep:

* I was at coffeebean as per my usual -- in between therapy cases -- and about to buy my warm chocolate cake, and then the black-hijabed barista girl was like, Ohmygod, Kak Sham! And I had a freeze moment -- my brain went: um who? what. what's happening? I don't recognize this person, there are zero clues. hahah! It turned out she was one of my APEX girls I had taught years ago now, ohmygosh. She was also ohmygosh all about it, and how we hadn't seen each other for so long. She was so tiny when I saw her in school. Which made me feel old of course, except that she clarified she wasn't in her 20s yet ahah. And she was the sweetest thing cause she refused to let me pay for my drink and she took a snapchat of us (aduh, kanak-kanak zaman sekarang...). Then I finally sat down to my drink and cake and felt all happy inside. Because well, isn't it awesome to have taught such wonderful little souls and made some impact on their lives no matter how little. I got a free drink for starters!

* Book club members went over to Esplanade to support M's ensemble performance for the Singapore Lyric Opera Gala Night; and it was so lovely! I've really come to appreciate classical music in a way. Earlier this year as well, Datin S dragged me to a free SSO performance at Victoria Theatre. And I've come to realise that instead of it being possibly boring and lulling me to sleep, a pure musical performance can actually be engaging and even captivating. Anyway, we decided that we'd never been to anything more high-cultured before that night (haha!).

This famous piece called Carmen was one of the pieces performed and sung

(except without the actual acting and costumes):

* and then another awesome thing this weekend: I had therapy with A (my cousin's kid) as I have been over the past half-year or so, and I successfully made him have his lunch proper! He used to only eat oreo cookies, red velvet ice cream and often had to be (forced)fed meals. I conducted a SPOT session (the fussy eater clinic I was training for last year) all by myself and it worked and it's so amazing. I love being able to see the difference the little things actually make; he was eating from his spoon by himself, drinking from the cup by himself and ate carrots which he hated!!! Well, obviously he actually has little problem with eating and feeding iself, but just lacked the structures in place to make him have his meals proper. But even so! I was so happy. Not to mention that, he was most socially engaged with others during a meal and would copy words more often! Like "ready go!" and he copied "carrots!" I spent 2 hours with him in his house, and it's so much better than in a clinic for sure. (And I was actually like, ohmygod, I could earn a fortune if I charge for this hehe)

and lastly to end off, this
(which I heard from a speech by Tracee Ellis Ross,
an actress speaking out for all women):

I'm going to pay attention to the reality of my life and the audacity of my dreams
instead of the expectation of what I was raised with.

A repost of a (part of a) wonderful supplication and one of my eternal favourites; I've been in the habit of reposting lately:

O Allah! I ask that you give me from your presence such mercy that with it You will guide my heart, regulate my affairs, and put order into my disorder. And that You will fill me with perfect faith, and bestow on my outer, good deeds and You will render my deeds pure and sincere, and inspire me with a suitable way to gain Your Pleasure, and give me friends that will be familiar to me and protect me from all manner of evil.

O Allah! Fill my heart with light, and my grave with light; place light in front of me, and light behind me; place light on my right and light on my left; place light above me and light below me; place light in my ears and light in my eyes, and light in my hair and my skin and my flesh and my blood and my bones.

O Allah increase my light, give me such light that it is worth all of what  I have said and a light that will encompass everything that I could not say.

Glory be to the One Who is enveloped in dignity and Who has made Himself known by His Dignity. I glorify the One Who has enveloped Himself in greatness and Who, for this reason, continually offers extensive bounty to His slaves. I glorify the One Who is the only One worthy of glorification and holiness. I glorify the One Who possesses majesty and  beneficence. I glorify the One who possesses majesty and kindness. He is above all faults.

Amin.

...part of what makes Francis so compelling and also so awful is that you understand as a reader why he does and says the things he does, even while you wish desperately that you could reach into the page and slap your hand across his mouth. He's an injured cat who lashes out when anyone tries to help him, and you know why, but oh my god cat we're just trying to help you. I kept thinking of a lion with a thorn in its paw who would rather die of infection than let anyone close enough to him to take it out.

He can't deal with the reality that his mother either isn't his real mother or slept with someone who wasn't her husband, but it's much more difficult to freeze your heart when you're not in Russia.

-- Lymond review

oh my god cat, we're just trying to help you. hahaha absolutely love this line.



The older I get, the more I discover how much pain there can be in life. It's just that, I really get it now, I thought I already did, the impulse to want to freeze and numb yourself because the pain you experience is just too much. And I'm thinking, goodness S; how are you going to handle more of life in the future, if it already hurts this much? /God, help me level up, please./

And I get and understand that when you really, really, really hurt, it's very hard to be nice to other people. It's very hard not to be consumed by your own pain. I think this is how villains are made, actually. And that's the work isn't it: to fight against the easy, vindictive escape route.

Thank you brain pickings for sharing such awesome stuff:

The Story of the Chinese Farmer from Sustainable Human on Vimeo.

this is why, one of my major goals in life

is to achieve equanimity in the face of all life circumstances.

Maybe...

Next time someone tells me, "Ohmygod, that's terrible isn't it!"

I'll say, "Maybe."

And equally when someone tells me, "Ohmygod, that's amazing; that's great isn't it!"

I'll say, "Alhamdulillah, maybe."

Islam does often say how for the true believer, 

(apparent) fortune and (apparent) misfortune are the same. 

And that's why, once again, Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal. Gratitude for all matters.

The only pleasure or displeasure is with God.

Snowflakes falling from the sky

are drifting further by and by

How much longer do I wait

How many sleepless nights remain

After the cold winter ends

Until spring decides to come again

Until flowers, they bloom again...

a repost, because this beautiful song is speaking to my heart right now.

💜 

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin

I've been meaning to post these; it's a habit of mine as I'm sure of many others,

to save memorable phone chats:

so I'm due back at KK for a quick sharing with my team

and to touch base and maybe clear some admin --

and I get this kind of response from my colleagues, haha.

and it hit me how I'm going to really miss this team!

why am I an utter sap who loves too easily.

--

And then here's a Lymond related screenshot-series,

where I think I may have brought up how it does appear like

Lymond is sooo drama, especially in the last book.

(you have been warned for spoilers)

HAHA, bury my feelings under this bitchin' eagle.

honest to God, the biggest problems in life can be avoided

if we can all have honest and open conversations.

and have the courage to face up to ourselves,

so that we can move into the future.

fangirl post 2051

while BTS takes over US media at the moment as they spend

their week in LA and at the American Music Awards

(once again breaking barriers, wooooh clapclap),

I thought I'd blog about Baepsae --

the song I'd meant to talk about waaay earlier and rave about

but then withheld because I didn't want to appear too crazy a fan --

but now I realise it's far too late cause it's pretty much obvious

how much of a general nutso I am, and

how I love this group to pieces; so what the heck:

here's Baepsae.

The reason I'm blogging about Baepsae -- and it's not a new song of theirs either;
is because it's the song that made me a fan. I've realised this upon looking back.
I've been trying to figure that out, you see -- like, where was the turning point?

My first taste of BTS (as it was for many people) was the Dope MV that spread like a slow, steady fire on the internet (end 2015-ish). I can't recall anymore how I stumbled on it; probably from a reaction video, that led me to the actual video. I recall specifically being blown away by the dancing, the energy, and the put-togetherness of the whole video. It was so well-done, I'd never seen anything like it; I just kept rewatching that single video again, and again. But after a while... I drifted away from it -- was never a music person per se, much less a kpop person, you see. (Although yes, Big Bang fan here -- up until the point BTS took over my fan-life, for a good 4 years or so, my ringtone was Big Bang's Haru Haru; hehe, now it's BTS's Cypher Part 4's opening beat.)

And then YouTube feed (the way all social networks work in this day and age) informs me of a new BTS song called Fire. So very quickly, I was back at marveling at the wonder and talent of this group. They are so good at singing these great energetic songs and mesmerising us with their dancing in these beautiful music videos. But at this point, I was still a distance away from it all, until... I came across Baepsae.

I distinctly recall walking back from work and listening to Baepsae, and thinking, ohmygoddd, what is this amazing, addictive beat! And then I looked up the lyrics -- and it was ohhhhmygoddd, what they're saying is awesome! They're basically anti-establishment underdogs, who tell you to fight for your dreams; and the metaphors they use!

yes, so what I'm a crow-tit, you're a stork -- I'll try, I'll fight the system you have here that privileges you, you put us down all the time, but you'll see, we'll make it, and we'll win. After that point, I became voracious with BTS content. I'd figured, they were my thing. This is the kind of stuff I like! They are wonderful. They say amazing things but are cool, and hip, and on top of it all, sweet, and nice, and humble, and lovely young people, who emulate great teamwork and friendship.

Now they're making history. I'm such a big fan of their work, and I'm actually really curious as to how they will keep up that image of fighting the wrongs of the system, now that they're slowly peaking in the music industry. It's easy to sing about being underdogs, and being downtrodden, when you are underdogs, but now? That's the true test, right? What will you do now that you're in a position of power and influence. (As I say this I realise they just joined UN recently for an #EndViolenceAgainstChildren campaign recently, so yay, doing me proud so far.)


The true measure of influence of a piece of art/entertainment, I feel,
is the extent of fan activity that is generated.
(I bear witness to the blooming of HP fandom online since the early days of the internet.
E and I sometimes reminisce on the good old days when there were basically only 2-3 websites for HP fans*, and fanfiction was decent and contained within www.fanfiction.net.)

so anyway, I found these amazing acoustic English covers of BTS songs!

---

*who remembers the internet days of HP Galleries, Sugar Quill, and Gryffindortower.net? haha. I remember coming home from school and visiting those few places on a fairly daily basis for updates. oh, good old fangirling days.

and just, finally to finish, 

Crowley gives a good opinion here, heheh:

there are more important things

Yesterday, I suddenly thought of this, out of the blue, so I dug it up;
it made me feel warmed, motivated.

I'm so glad I discovered and fell in love with this book series in my childhood.


"I might be able to hold Snape off for a while, but I'm no match for him, really."

"But Harry -- what if You-Know-Who's with him?"

"Well -- I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Harry, pointing at his scar. "I might get lucky again."

Hermione's lip trembled and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.

"Hermione!"

"Harry -- you're a great wizard, you know."

"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed as she let go of him.

"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh Harry, be careful!"

-- Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling


A bunch of wonderful 11-year-olds, learning early on, what the important things in life are.
And taking them on.
You know, like: if I don't do this, I don't know who will;
Someone's got to do it; okay, I will.

Excellent little vlog by a young fan

explaining why BTS is awesome!

💜

they are a phenomenon.

I love what these boys represent.

(and feel very gratified that I sort of saw this coming);

at moments like this, I have faith in my taste, haha.

and also! I've figured that my blog posts are rising because
(i) falling down the endless spiral of BTS fandom
(ii) my work that has me sitting at home writing reports -- except of course I will be distracted from my work every other minute, and blog instead
(iii) ?




Thank You God for all matters, and for all things.