Musings over Leo's full moon: About not having time to practice yoga or live life, being a millennial and its myths, a swag and smarts Jamie Cullum song I loved, and the battle between Alzheimer's and fierce love.
What do you call a moon out of orbit?
It's not easy to keep up with lunar shifts when you've been brought up to only keep up with tasks on your to-do lists (that –not to mention– will be never ending). Just ran a quick check with my calendar and the next two weeks are not only filled up with meetings, events, and to-do's already, but there are also overlaps that seems humanly impossible to fulfil. What was I thinking!? Too late now...
"I don't have time for that!" seems so easy to roll off everyone's tongue. Too easy. I hate it. It's all a matter of prioritising what's more important to you and owning up to it, innit? If it's important, you'll make time for it. The problem with this is that we want it all and cannot decide when in the thick of things. So – I hate it even more when those words bleeds thru my fucking gritted teeth.
There was a time when I attempted 108 Sun Salutations daily. Operative keyword: Attempted, I managed at most 30 in a day. But the fact that I was trying pushed me as far as 30 Sun Salutations did for me. It was glorious. I felt it in my breaths that I was getting stronger every day. Feelings that were products of practice and patience. I have a lot less of it now. Both practice and patience.
Tonight is Leo's full moon. Maemoji and myself circled the park near her house to reflect on our feverish lives. She's one of the few that I can speak to about values and ambitions so unapologetically. It's harder to open up to new people, even for someone as chatty as I am. People are just getting busier with their own lives. I don't think that they do it intentionally. But what about living life then?
Welcome to the post-truth world of avocado bagels
'Millennial' has been darted around my board meetings and every one will throw shade at me almost immediately. I mean, do you really have to? I am the youngest HOD we have and yes, I am born between the years 1982 and 2002. I am also not shy to sport my RBF, OK? So back TF off. 🐉
Another thing that shouldn't be such hooha is 'side hustle.' My 公公 worked 2 jobs, 5 days/week to raise his 6 kids. It's making ends meet.
With cost of living on the rise, are we really surprised that more people are in need of supplemental income? Got a gig? Come thru...
Millennials are shamed for obsessing over Facebook and Instagram, having avocado bagel and pressed juice for brunch, and trading job security for time flexibility. Experience over things! It's just capitalism, but hip. Do you really want to make Adam Smith turn in his grave?
Economists, historians, and keyboard warriors are putting these down. But how many % truth vs. sensationalised? Mm? This is why people go analog.
There surely must be more
The first time I properly discovered the Internet was when I was 12. Before that, I spent very little time with any screen at all. I would be reading away or gaming, I was both a nerd and a geek. 12 till 21 was a good decade that I spent consistently writing a blog on the Internet and learned A LOT. I digress.
I was going thru a jazz phase and the airwaves didn't play a lot of them. So I had to Google and torrent it on LimeWire. I remember the first day of my Form 1 (that would be Year 7) when I was preparing for school and I happily played Twentysomething by Jamie Cullum when wolfing down my lunch because it was all swag and smarts. I loved it. I thought that the lyrics were witty, until I've became a twentysomething – Now, it is witty and satirical.
It surely isn't part of becoming a twentysomething, I've always been sensitive (read: crybaby) when it comes to people I love. Fierce love. Every time I make a trip back to my hometown Ipoh now, it's harder to leave. It's my 嬤嬤. I've a looming fear that every time I hug her goodbye, it could be my last. And I usually think about it the whole drive back to the city.
86, AD patient. She doesn't remember my name most of the time, but she matter-of-factly holds my hand the same way as she did when she took me to the wet markets when I was a toddler. I used to grip onto her firmly, I feared losing her in the blur of wet market aunties and uncles that were towering me then. Now, I fear losing her. Leon, give me courage and give me strength.