"It feels weird to give this story a name. Calling it a story in the first place makes it sound like it's fiction, like it's not real, like it didn't happen. But this story did happen, and this story does have a name. Because stories are alive like people, and if people have names so that other people can remember who they are and what they did, then why can't stories have names too?"

- The Patchwork Doll, by tsukiiruka


Tuesday, 21 October 2014

This is Why the Internet is Awesome

The Internet is awesome because it Opens Worlds.

The people that are the most significantly affected by internet speeds are the ones who spend lots of time at home (or even at the office) - especially so if it is not of their own desire.

In my growing up years, I was badly afflicted with a terrible case of eczema and was doomed to spend my time caged in my own home. I felt isolated from the world. My friends were busy in school, while I dreamed of the world that was right outside my doorstep, a world that I could only catch a glimpse of from my window.

But the Internet kept my world open.

Back in the day, we didn't have 3G technology conveniently available on our mobile phones and we had an SMS limit of 500 messages. There was no whatsapp, no instagram, no twitter.

So instead, I relied on MSN messenger on my computer to get updates from my classmates about what the teacher covered in class, and what new gossip was hot (or the word used now; trending) around school ;) The Internet allowed me to communicate and connect, to bond and behave as if I really was there when my Physics teacher performed yet another hilariously entertaining but mightily educational experiment; or when the Principal rattled off school accolades to rancorous applause; or when our favourite Western stall in the canteen gave extra portions of mashed potato along with our order of grilled fish.

My condition also meant that more often than not I couldn't go watch movies with my friends, gallivant at nearby shopping malls after school, or head to the library to read books with my more studious classmates.

But the Internet highway did its job.

I devoured page after digital page of analysis on Macbeth, laughed heartily at the amateur videos on Youtube, and wrote 'testimonials' on the walls of my friends on what the younger generation wouldn't remember but was wildly popular: 'Friendster'.

Now as technology has advanced and the Internet has flourished, so too has its ability to open worlds to those who cannot venture beyond their country's borders, or their humble doorstep.

We can stream movies and watch them in the comfort of our homes; we can buy digital copies of books that would've taken weeks or even months to locate and import; we can browse digital aisles of the latest fashions or mundane groceries and have our bags of shopping delivered right to us.

We can share the gorgeous majesty of a Moroccan desert sunrise (thanks Matthew!); we can revive the embarrassing photos that our friends once shared on Facebook years ago and forgot about; we can share our lives with others through the years - both the good and the bad.

The Internet is awesome because it hasn't just grown on its own; it's grown with us, and we've grown because of it.





The very first video I made! It's about the wonders of Google (:

 




A video I made about my experience with eczema.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Cheeseless Tragedies

A photo posted by Cherylyn (@tsukiiruka) on


"Is everything... Alright?" 
"Why wouldn't it be?" 
"You sound different. You... seem different." 
"I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be. What about you?" 
"What do you mean?" 
"You said you wouldn't change. You said you'd never change. But now, I can't even recognize you anymore. You're not the vegetable you were before they brought us to McDonald's." 
"I'm still me, the same vegetable that you love." 
"How can you even say that! When all you look to me is just a vegetable that can't even hold himself together, a vegetable that's in pieces." 
"But I'm still the same on the inside, I swear! Nothing's changed." 
"I can't even stand to be in the same bun with you anymore. It's over." 

This is the only reason possible why the cheese on my filet o fish didn't want to be in its rightful place and left my lunch cheeseless. D: 

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Why You Should Come Watch My Play: WKWSCI presents The Beaux Strategem

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Premium Movie-Watching Experiences in Singapore



It's the first day of Sophomore Year! And while I really love school, I love the holidays more.

So here's reminiscing all the fun I had by sharing about our premium movie-watching experiences in Singapore!

Sometimes you just feel like pampering yourself a little by watching the latest movie without having to jostle with a random movie-goer for the limited armrest real estate. There are 3 cinemas that offer a premium movie-watching experience for a limited selection of the latest movies if your wallet can afford the extra dollars.

Golden Village has Gold Class, Cathay has Platinum Movie Suites and Shaw Theatres has Premiere.

Darling and I watched Les Miserables and World War Z a few years ago at Vivocity Gold Class, but quite recently caught How to Train Your Dragon 2 The Cathay Platinum Movie Suites and Transformers: Age of Extinction at the Cathay Cineleisure Platinum Movie Suites.

Of our limited premium movie-watching experience, we most enjoyed How to Train Your Dragon 2 at The Cathay Platinum Movie Suites because they have the most comfortable leather seats with fabulous reclining positions and a blanket that keeps your warm and toasty throughout your movie! Although we tried out the Platinum Movies Suites at Cineleisure as well, our experience paled in comparison as the seats didn't seem to be able to recline to the same positions and the blanket was different too. One more difference I noticed was that the table light at The Cathay allowed you to adjust the brightness whereas you could only turn on/off the one at Cineleisure. The light was great for secretly poring over the menu to decide what to indulge in without disturbing the person next to you!

Another reason why I would pick The Cathay Platinum Movie Suites over Vivocity's Gold Class although I do remember it being pretty good is because we had quite a bad experience the first time we tried out Gold Class. We were celebrating Christmas with the Christmas dining experience with Les Miserables. Unfortunately, when we were seated we realized that Darling's seat wasn't functioning and couldn't recline at all. When we alerted the staff, THEN we were told that the seat was spoiled (which they were apparently already aware of) and they could only offer us one glass of wine in compensation. I was pretty upset seeing as how it was our first premium movie-watching experience AND we were celebrating Christmas. So after enduring the 3-hour long movie I went to speak to the manager about it. We were then offered a pair of Gold Class movie tickets in compensation which we used to watch World War Z.

Perhaps it's just me - but I am quite the stickler for decent service especially when I am paying a premium for your goods or services. After that incident I was quite turned off to trying any of the other theatres, and only got to trying out the Platinum Movie Suites this year. Glad we got to as well! The service at The Cathay was prompt and the staff were polite and professional though I felt the counter staff could have been a little bit friendlier.

The differences between Cathay Platinum Movie Suites and Vivocity Golden Village's Gold Class (can't speak for the other locations cos I haven't tried them out!) are:

1) Cathay's seats are leather while Golden Village has plush seats. (I prefer the leather feel!)
2) Cathay - Each 'section' of 2 seats has a privacy divider around them, while GV Vivocity Gold Class doesn't. (I like the privacy divider - really feels like you're in your own little luxurious world.)
3) Reclining - the positions are a little bit different and I think might fit each person differently depending on your individual build and stuff. I personally prefer The Cathay's over GV Vivocity Gold Class and Cathay Cineleisure's even.

So if you are interested in pampering yourself for a bit, here are the prices for you to compare!

Prices:

GV Gold Class:
$29 Mon-Thurs,
$39 Fri-Sun (Probably applies to Eve of PH & PH too)

Shaw Premiere:
2D Movies
$20 Mon-Thurs + not Opening Title/Sneak,
$25 Mon-Thurs + Opening Title/Sneak OR Fri-Sun/Eve of PH/PH

3D Movies
$25 Mon-Thurs + not Opening Title/Sneak,
$30 Mon-Thurs + Opening Title/Sneak OR Fri-Sun/Eve of PH/PH

Cathay Platinum Movie Suites:
$28 Mon-Thurs,
$38 Fri-Sun (Probably applies to Eve of PH & PH too)

One more great reason why I'd choose Cathay's Platinum Movie Suites:

They have the best promotions for students!

And unlike certain establishments - this promotion is valid for University students too :D

This deal is fantastic for date-days (hehe) if your schedule allows for it.

You're likely to have the theatre all to yourselves and you're paying half the price! This promo is only valid for the first two rows though, but they are the best seats in my opinion anyway haha.



or if you'd like to take your grandparents:


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So as Day 1 of Year 2 draws to a close, I'm already dreaming of my schedule magically freeing up so I can enjoy a lazy afternoon with awesome student promotions that sadly always end at 5pm/6pm. I haven't tried out the Shaw Premiere yet and the prices look pretty good - so when I do get the chance I'll update with a comparison!

Here are the links again if you want to hop over for a quick look and what's showing:


Have fun!

If you wanna grab some grub before catching your movie at The Cathay, do also check out my post about my favourite Maki-San and Createaf Waffles!




Or if you wanna chow down on delicious plate after plate of Japanese fare, why not try Nihon Mura at $1.60 per plate?





Monday, 23 June 2014

I Thought.

I thought that growing up meant
that I could finally play at playgrounds
whenever I wanted.

I thought that the thrill in waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel,
was that sharp rush as you tumbled through covered slides.

I thought that I would get the privilege to scrape my knees in the rough sand,
as I flew forward, with the only thing stopping me, the ground.

I thought that when my childhood wounds had finally healed,
my childhood could finally begin

I thought that long walks in the park on a regular basis
could make up for all the lost moments
I spent distracted by my begging aches.

I thought that if you didn't get to experience life when you were younger,
that it would still be waiting for you when you were finally ready.

I thought when I no longer needed to box up my feelings
from people whose greatest pain was listening to mine,
that I would be free to live beyond those walls I created.

But even when I changed, life didn't.

I think of caging my emotions,
as I putt my faceless memories into moving boxes,
whose cardboard walls are too high for them to climb out of.

I think of the potential journeys rushing toward me in double-time,
that I maybe still won't be ready for,
because there is always something you need to take care of,
if not yourself, then someone or something else.

I think of the mountains I still won't climb,
or the valleys I still won't find myself in,
that will remain as they have always been to me,
unwalked but familiar in the faces of those I see.

I think of the childish trinkets now sleeping again
in the bottom of the boxes marked fragile
because I know that the next time I open them,
they might be too broken to play with.

I think of the scars that paint my skin,
that only remind me that through the years
whenever I did try to fly,
my flaws ensured that I stayed safe,
grounded, with the rest who were
unprivileged.

I think, as I stand at the corners of streets,
only moving on when given the green light,
breathing heavier when my feet are still on the road
when the light changes to red, but nothing else happens.

I try to think above the chatter of the bars I find myself in,
and hang around and nothing more,
holding on to cups of warm undrunk whiskey.


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by tsukiiruka

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Chapter 8: Because You Love Me (A Tribute to My Mum)

The Patchwork Doll is a personal endeavour chronicling my real-life experiences battling eczema.

The Patchwork Doll by tsukiiruka
Chapter 8
Because You Love Me

When we are young, we tend to see our parents as superheroes, people who can do no wrong even if what they're doing isn't right. We mimic them, we reflect them, we believe in them. As we grow older and we see more of the world, we expand our minds, and sometimes that fantasy wears off. We see our parents for who they really are - humans, perfectly capable of making mistakes and committing great wrong. We diverge and we disagree. And sometimes we wonder out loud how we could ever believe them to be so great in the first place. Then we remember that they aren't just humans because they make mistakes and aren't perfect - they are humans because they bleed, they die, and they hurt too.

My mum always insists on working backstage, in the background, in the shadows, and absolutely detests having the spotlight on her. That's why I sometimes find it hard to appreciate my mum - not because she's lacking in any way, but because I am. We often go through life so fast and so furiously that we neglect our surroundings. Places and people fade into the background as we check the boxes on our to-do list. If you were to write down a list of things you appreciate your mum for, would you really be able to do so for certain? I wouldn't - because she has done many things for me without ever asking for credit or thanks that weird as it sounds, I can't ever be sure of all the wonderful things that in my heart I'm sure she has done for me. All I can gather, are all the little things I've managed to scavenge as reflections of her love. Perhaps, that's the only way that most of our parents are like superheroes - not because they are invincible, but because they commit some of the greatest deeds and keep order in our lives without ever really revealing their identities to us as the ones who were behind it all.

That's the kind of mother I have. So as I grow older, and I see her as someone who is just as human as me, I hope that I can remind her and myself of the kind of person that a younger me once thought her to be - not a superhero who can leap tall buildings in a single bound, but a superhero who protected me, made me feel safe, and inspired me to strive to accomplish great things.

And because of her undying belief in me, I've grown to become confident in my abilities - both to survive and to excel. She taught me sacrifice, love, and to believe in the greater good. Belief is a wondrous thing - it can break us, or it can build us. Growing up with eczema wasn't easy for me, and I know that it wasn't easy for her as well. We feel the most helpless when we can do nothing to ease the pain we see our loved ones going through. But she really wasn't and still isn't as helpless as she thinks she is. In her small ways, she shows me great love. Many of us will probably end up with lists of things our mums have done for us that will sound very superficial such as cooking your favourite food, making sure you have clean clothes to wear, washing your dishes - but things are only regarded as superficial if there was never any underlying meaning to it.

This chapter is very different from all the others I've written about the people who've made my journey with eczema better, because it is the only one so far where I haven't described in detail what having eczema was like back then. But that's because when I think of my mum and how I grew up with eczema - I don't really remember pain or suffering as much. Instead, I remember her hands that soothed my weeping skin, all the cute and silly keychains she'd buy for me from the giftshop after every hospital visit, and feeling like I was the superhero.

And unlike any other chapter, as part of a video tribute for Mother's Day I've directed and produced a short film about her. In true fashion, the glimpses you see of an older lady are of my real mother who readily accepted helping me with this film... after confirming that she couldn't be identified.

I've never been more convinced writing this post that my mother is indeed a superhero in disguise.




If the youtube version doesn't load properly, here's an alternative link on vimeo:




Happy Mother's Day.


Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Daphne Paper: Sustainability & Social Change

This semester has been one heck of a ride.

Been occupied with so many things it's crazy, but I'm thankful for every single experience that's coming my way!

Just concluded Hell Week (and a half) today, with the final submission being a 1000-word reflection essay.

Recently wrapped up CS0900 as well - Communication Strategies for Sustainability & Social Change

Which makes blogging about Daphne Paper kind of apt!

Daphne Paper is different from many other notebook brands because it has a vision, one of sustainability and loving our Earth. Their products are made using Lokta paper - From the non-wood Daphne bush which regenerates at a sustainable rate. This craft is unique to the people of Nepal, and gives many of the women there sustainable economic activity to support their families and villages. (OMG all my CS0900 concepts are flooding into my head right now lol)

I LOVE notebooks, and I also love businesses with a heart for the community. It may not seem to be 'directly benefiting' our own local community - but I believe that anything you do to make whichever corner of the Earth a better place, makes the world an overall better place to live in and that's enough. Love has no boundaries, so if an endeavour is helping someone that's a good thing. We only have one Earth to call home, so let's all work toward sustainable development!

Here's a short clip of the founder of Daphne Paper, my social media marketing boss Qi Yun, trying her hand at making Lokta paper!




I entered their Time Scheduler contest to win some goodies:
Timekeeper scheduler, a Starbucks card, as well as a couple of Daphne Paper discount vouchers + pen & stickers!  

And yay here's the package I finally opened a few weeks after getting it!


Found this really cute haha.




All wrapped up!


Lovely shade of brown ^^


The Time Scheduler! Yes it's upside down ahaha



More goodies!


Such cute stickers!


A really cool card - check out the instavideo I posted to see how it opens!


Guess what! Daphne Paper is having yet another contest!



Taken from Daphne Paper's facebook post:

Simply download the Carousell app:
1. Like “DaphnePaper” on Facebook.
2. Follow “DaphnePaper” on Carousell.
3. Like AND Comment on our listing (http://carousell.co/p/3238074/) in Carousell which colour you’d like to win! + Quote your Facebook username.

& That’s it! You’re IN.

10 lucky ASPIRING ARTISTS will be chosen at random.
In addition, 3 lucky winners will also win a $10 Starbucks Gift Card!
Giveaway ends 25th Apr.
Winners will be @mentioned via the Carousell app!

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Good luck everyone! Hope you guys get some lovely goodies to enjoy too (:

Remember to spread the love and make the world a better place for everyone ^^


Sunday, 6 April 2014

Chapter 7: Awakening

The Patchwork Doll is a personal endeavour chronicling my real-life experiences battling eczema.

The Patchwork Doll by tsukiiruka
Chapter 7
Awakening

We all have our own 'inadequacies' - something that everyone else seems to have, but we lack. Something that everyone's able to do with relative ease, but never appears by our side. Something that makes us feel sometimes that we are lagging behind, not living as much, not as alive as others are or are able to be. We revisit conversational tidbits and storybook adages that tell us that we are not born equal, that everyone has different talents and abilities. But we never really understood them because that was never what we were quietly aching over.

And then we find that place in time and space where we are the people we've chanced upon in dreams, where we become the people we would always be in a different reality, comfortable, natural, and free.

And this is what debating and singing is to me - where I'm no longer a sleeping doll with dried red seams and tied up dreams, where we compete in the race of words, of dancing syllables, and of human truths. A place where I at once lose track of time and yet must be made acutely aware of it, because every second and all the milliseconds in between, are settlements for every living letter that kisses my lips goodbye as stories are spelt out. A place where breaths are timed to slip through the narrative's natural cracks, so that they can escape without slicing slivers of deliberate words and chosen tones. A place that paradoxically fills you with peace and adrenaline, a place of strength and vulnerability - of being what you want to be. A place where you live as the people around you live, rightful footing are now in place of once awkward steps, and you breathe as they breathe. A place where the rhythmic forwarding of tales echoing the beating heart that you are now keenly cognizant of is a comforting lullaby that caresses your mind into life. A place of no longer feeling inadequate, or out of place, because you are now one with the fleeting words bursting with colour and momentum and floating thoughts of every synchronised dreamer.

Who wears the mask then? The one you were born as, or the one you now become?

Then we remember that the question never really mattered, because we are not the sleeping doll birthed in a factory with a frozen face and useless grace in hinged limbs. We are not a mask, because our faces contort in countless ways that even we will never have the privilege of personally witnessing. We are not a sleeping doll because we react, we grow, we scream.

And it is in that place we remember and finally understand as we awaken, that
We live, we are alive, and we can be more than a doll with her default factory settings.


At a Debate Tournament. Photo Credits: Lucas Li




Despite having so much to do in so little time, was fired up to write this after watching the video below and being reminded of the joy and solace I find in certain things a midst the chaos and the noise.






Sunday, 9 March 2014

What is Your Story?

"Journalists should:
- Show compassion for those who may be affected adversely by news coverage. Use special sensitivity when dealing with children and inexperienced sources or subjects.

- Be sensitive when seeking or using interviews or photographs of those affected by tragedy or grief."

Seeing my newsfeed flooded with pictures of people grieving over the missing #MH370 makes me wonder whether journalists still even attempt to abide by this, in the undeniably cutthroat industry of news media, especially online.

And I wonder - would I myself be able to properly balance between the need for persuasive imagery in capturing the audience's attention and ensuring sensitivity for those that are captured in the image?

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Posted the above status on Facebook after doing some readings for class this week. What I love about studying in WKWSCI is how literally everything I'm learning always links quickly to everything else that I read about or see in the world. I guess that's how I know that I'm finally where I belong in terms of choosing the right course or the right place of education - when what you're studying opens your eyes to the things you didn't used to see in the world, when you're now able to make instant connections between what your professor is excitedly talking about in lecture and what's happening to real people in your society, when everything your read or hear makes you think because you see scenarios being played out in your head and the lives of everyone this will have an impact on,

when you want to know what you can do to undo the mistakes of others, to salvage the bad situations, to begin to unravel the stories and untangle all the knots, to pursue the goodness in the world, and to make the world a better place.

That's when I know that everything I'm reading and hearing is not for naught, and that we all can make a positive difference in the world.

One thing that I always got a tad frustrated and upset at seeing is this:

"Faith in humanity restored"

because it's not really faith if it had to be restored isn't it?

We all need to play a part in keeping the faith and spreading love and goodness in this world.

Or at least, that's what I believe. If you really had so much faith in humanity, if you weren't focusing on all the bad things in the world, if you were seeking out the good and helping to propagate it, then you would see that humanity is the one thing that can never truly be eradicated from this world.

That for every bad thing that's happening in the world, you can just as easily find a good thing as well. The problem is that we're so good at remembering the bad, and dwelling on our hurts and losses, that some of us aren't taking the time to celebrate and marvel at all the goodness that does exist in this world.

Perhaps I'm not one to talk since well part of my blog is filled with stories of the nightmare that I once endured and the darkness that still occasionally creeps up on me. But here's the thing - I just as equally, if not more, celebrate all the wonderful things that have happened and are happening in my life.

If you can't change your life, change your perspective.

Back when my skin was still amazingly terrible, I used to have people tell me all the time that they felt sorry for me, that they pitied me, that I was a 'poor thing'. My retort to that was always to tell them that everyone has a different story to live, and this is mine. And that whenever I'm going through, I'm certain that it must be essential in bringing me to greatness, that it's somehow important for me to overcome it so that I can do something even greater.

I'm not delusional - I still cringe when I say that actually. But it's almost like I'm some character in a fairytale, some prince or princess or hobbit or even the dragon on a epic journey.

But aren't we all characters in stories? And as I typed this question, I suddenly remember why I started writing about my experiences with eczema in the first place and just re-read part of my first chapter/the words at the top of my blog:

It feels weird to give this story a name. Calling it a story in the first place makes it sound like it's fiction, like it's not real, like it didn't happen. But this story did happen, and this story does have a name. Because stories are alive like people, and if people have names so that other people can remember who they are and what they did, then why can't stories have names too?

And this is also why I love finding out other people's stories (heh in particular their love stories ^^) - because everyone has a unique journey. We may have common elements, common characters, common feelings even, but we all have different perspectives, different histories, and everything can lead us to different futures depending on the decisions that we make along the way.

Remember those stories you read where choosing a certain path brought you to a different page where you again had a different decision to face? Those were fun. And it was even more fun because you knew that you could always go back to the start, do it again, choose differently, and you'd do precisely that just to see how all the different scenarios played out.

Life isn't like that though, we can't turn back time, we can't go back to the first page and start the story again.

The only thing we can do is keep writing, keep turning the pages, and keep going forward in life. You may not be able to change the past, but you can most certainly decide your future.

So what story will you write?

As for me, one of the things that I'm trying to do is to keep the faith, and keep goodness going. And I posted this as my status yesterday:

Tried withdrawing money from the ATM at Bishan MRT this morning before work, only to have it return my card without dispensing money. Had to waste time standing at the ATM and calling the bank (while repeating the story to people who started queuing cos I didn't want them losing money too), and the lady on the line said it was a hardware issue and that according to the records the amount didn't get deducted. Was relieved to hear this and headed off to work (late!). Now that I've checked via ibanking though, turns out the amount did get deducted! Zzzz. THANKFULLY THOUGH, I am pleased to say that the lady I just spoke to on the DBS hotline, Phoebe, was very nice, polite, and efficient! She apologised right away very sincerely (which I must say did help cos I was quite irritated), and immediately presented me with a suitable course of action. No fuss no muss! I was still annoyed after the call and wondering how long it was going to take for it to be resolved but guess what - they refunded me the amount and she called me back to let me know this BEFORE I could even finish typing this post. I LOVE PEOPLE WHO TAKE THEIR JOB SERIOUSLY AND PROVIDE EXCELLENT SERVICE.

Update 11pm: Sent an email to Customer Service to commend the staff! It is only right to encourage and recognize people when they do wonderful things. DBS Bank. Living, Breathing Asia

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And now to go back to the question at the very beginning of the post:

And I wonder - would I myself be able to properly balance between the need for persuasive imagery in capturing the audience's attention and ensuring sensitivity for those that are captured in the image?

I'd like to think so. And if I'm not able to do it now, then I'll learn how to.

Because the only way we can change the world, is if we start by changing ourselves.

So what's your story?

To be a better version of myself today than I was yesterday.
-Tsukiiruka 

Sunday, 23 February 2014

I'm Okay with Not Being Beautiful (But I'm not Okay with Other Things)

I'm sure being a good, decent, nice person is worth more than that.


What I'm going to say is not directed at the people who were actually involved in these scenarios... just in case they read this. These are thoughts that reflect my general outlook, merely illustrated by the chosen event(s).

I actually have a number of issues weighing on my mind, and after thinking about them (despite 5 looming mid terms/tests) I realized they all had a common theme so here it is:

I don't understand why some people seem to get so upset when they see others happy (or despite seeing others happy), and have no qualms about going out of their way to destroy it.

I get (beyond) infuriated and (tremendously) upset at this.

WHY. Would you want to interfere in someone's life? Surely you'd only do so to save them.

But if they're happy? Oh right, you still think you're saving them. (and some just don't care)

Issue 1:

This is something that I've been meaning to post for a long time but haven't because it's so hard to find the right words to say. Even now, I'm not sure what's the best way to say this, to accurately express my thoughts, to succinctly explain my feelings, but I'm going to try anyway because trying beats never trying at all. So here's dusting the cobwebs off a post that's been sitting as a draft for a while and clicking post:

I'm Okay with Not Being Beautiful.

Or being Ugly.

Or being Unattractive.

Or even having wounds that are Disgusting.

Hold on, relax, don't panic, I'm not bitter, have low self esteem, or have body image issues.

In fact, I feel the complete opposite.

I've accepted that my body is going to look a certain way, perhaps forever, perhaps it'll change, I don't know,

I've accepted that I'm not going to look like a hot model in short skirts and short shorts,

I've accepted that I'm fine with the way I look and that I have other things I'm good at, other ambitions, other priorities.

I'm just happy that my ambitions don't have to do with being some runway model or celebrity or superstar, because I'd probably never make it looking the way I look.

Quite recently, I've had an encounter with someone that was trying to make me look good (for good reason really).

I'm the sort of person who believes very strongly in improving oneself, "upgrading", "levelling up", in all aspects of my life. As long as it isn't against my values, doesn't hurt anyone, and it's genuine self-improvement resulting in a healthier, happier, more well-rounded person, why not improve oneself?

So I'm fine with learning tips and tricks to look better, to feel better, to do even greater things. As someone in the communications line somewhat, I'm also keenly aware that image is everything. I know that people buy into how you look and the way you deliver the message, sometimes unfortunately, much more than the valuable message you're delivering. I know that in order to effective in what I do, I also have to pay attention to the way I dress, the way I look, even down to the bag I carry and the wallet I have.

So I was fine with everything that was happening, until it came to this question thrown at me regarding my skin:

If you could completely heal your skin, get rid of the scarring, look better, wouldn't you want to?

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And my answer was... no, not really.

Everyone has different life experiences, different preferences, different priorities.

For some, they may want to do because they'd genuinely feel better and less distressed because our judgmental society will no longer stare at them or continually ask questions when their scarred skin is exposed

(I continue to have friends shocked at my skin when they see it so I understand the feeling completely)

And that's fine, if that's what you want. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look good, or feel good.

But that's... not what I want.

I'm not saying it's something that I Don't want, but it's just not something that I feel is important to my achieving my dreams, my goals, or even staying happy.

Yes, Staying Happy.

I'm someone who's already happy, content, and passionate about what I'm doing in life. And that, has been the greatest healing factor (lol like Wolverine) for my skin.

Whenever I'm stressed out about embarking on some large scale project/entwined in an issue I don't like, am not passionate about, or don't agree with, my skin will FREAK OUT for me and be in a terrible, terrible state. Complete with open flesh wounds, dripping pus, and of course, fresh red blood.

I'm perhaps fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to have a legitimate reason for myself to continue being a happy, content, passionate person, who needs to find new ways to make such passions sustainable.

My overall health has improved by leaps and bounds, so even when there are flare ups, I have no problems with managing it. Sometimes it still hurts, but it's nothing compared to the pain that I used to feel every day for 10 years.

But yes, I'm happy and content with the way I look. Really.

You know what makes me unhappy? When people are unhappy despite me being happy.

Issue 2:

Stereotypes are not the problem.

Differences in values are not the problem.

Diversity is not the problem.

Narrow-mindedness, perceived superiority, and just plain old meanness are the problems.

There will also be stereotypes - born out of the extreme limited knowledge and exposure that we have to certain topics, issues, people.

If we can admit to ourselves, understand, and remember, that all that we know is not all that there is to know,

if we can remain open minded to knowing more, exposing ourselves more to the world, finding out more,

and remain humble, and not devote a care to perceiving superiority, or judging what someone is worth based on who they are or what they've done,

(Bullying, Bullying)

to remaining nice. If you cannot bring yourself to be a contributive member of society

If you somehow, just somehow, cannot bring yourself to help make the world a better place,

Then just be nice.

Just nice.

To not say or do mean things.

Is that really so hard to do. Really.

Something that I still don't understand.

Whoever is reading this, just be open minded, okay?

Don't make the world a worse place to be in.

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Same thoughts, different time:
Make the world a better place and think of yourself first.
Being Judgmental