[Live list] Here is a laundry list of the things I've realised about myself as I turn 28 this year:

• I was selectively smart i.e. acquire the innate ability to absorb things quickly. On topics I have zero interests, they bore me to death but to get great results, I had no choice but to work hard
• I did not work hard in my undergraduate years, because I was ungrateful and I did find macroeconomics theory a chore
• I was forced multiple times by my mum to take up finance, which I absolutely hate. The pressure was there until I forced myself to take up CFA. It took me a very long time to convince her that finance has never been my thing.
• I am enduring my current department because I knew how it was like to be in an absolutely boring, lifeless job. I knew how it was like to also be in a fancy, prestigious job, yet have no interest in the core work. This time around, it takes an arduously long time to get promoted, but I am working with the smartest people I've met. I feel small here, even worse, there are undeserving people who managed to infiltrate this system, but still find joy with the work I do. 
• I realised I do like Economics, and I regret not studying hard in my undergraduate years, 
• Being able to storytell has yet been my forte because I am a big yapper. 
• I don't have enough bargaining power because I am not smart, if we're talking about my department's standards
• The real reason why I stay on in this job is because I know I haven't fully learnt all that I need to from this job, and that perhaps there is more that I can do, I haven't utilised my own capacity yet.
• My strength will forever be swimming.
• If only the world cares less about pacing, running would have been less daunting
• My body, despite of what people, or myself, say about its weight, can do a lot more than it thinks.
• God probably thinks it takes someone like my mum to break my delusion, hence I am no longer a lovergirl.
• the only thing stopping me from getting a hot bod is my food intake (and controlling my addiction to matcha, chocolate and thai tea)

I play Hwasa's performance of Good Goodbye with Park Jeong Min on loop. I think I get why. It was that remarkable act of Hwasa dancing ever so freely in front of her crush, to create this astonishing one-time chemistry I doubt anyone could ever recreate in an award show. 

I couldn't sleep tonight, my sleeping schedule has been messed up ever since I prepared for my Master's, but I wanted to write this down before I procrastinate.

But the reason why I keep seeing the performance again and again because this year, I was the Hwasa in my own story. I went out there, lowered my ego and eventually told someone I had feelings for them. It was a little unfortunate my own secrets were unlocked by my own mother, but if it weren't for her, I will be on clouds forever. It took me a couple of months to realise that it was never right to begin with, him and I. I, was losing myself as I was chasing for someone who, unfortunately was mid. Prior to 8 May, I placed him on top of the clouds as I strived so hard to reach it. When I finally got there, it felt like the Wizard of Oz, I was speaking to a machine. I poured my heart and soul to this person, only to find that his responses were AI-generated. 

And I think that's what made me so shattered, it was because I crafted such a beautiful caricatures of all my crushes, and I am heartbroken because that portrait I drew is completely different from the actual person. I wrote these men in my mind, while they are just, men. 

But I didn't write this post to scold myself. I wrote this to thank myself, and as much as I hate to admit it, thank my mum too. It was embarrassing to say the least, but with that fog cleared up, I am proud to say I went for who I want. No one can tell me that I didn't try if they ask why am I still single. 

They can blame my wealth, my weight, my upbringing. I can't change where I come from. I am working on my weight. And heck, I am determined to pursue higher education. I have this fire in me now that the hijab has been lifted, and now, I can only see a bright future. It took me longer than others, but I don't care. If this is what it takes to be good, if this is what it takes for God to say, "okay, she's ready for the next step", then I will RUN to it. 

With that, I will retire from having feelings. I have cemented my heart, and THIS lesson in particular makes me realise, that this is a two-way street. The right one will come at the right time, and I know why this isn't right, now is my time to embellish my bright future. Maybe the finishing line is meant to be blurry, so that I learn to continue running in spite of what's to come. The only way I stop is to die trying.

Note: items owned by this character is intentionally made fiction, though if you are in my circle, you’ll know exactly what this is about.

I’d like to think I am a fairly different person than I was two years ago. I was bubbly, happy, free of doubts. If I had to brand myself, it’ll be the happy-go-lucky girl. I try my best to see the good in people. Oftentimes people say you need to keep your guards up, but what’s the point of life if not to surround yourself with a supportive community? And perhaps this was my portion of Allah’s rizq, to have an amazing one. Until someone managed to infiltrate the system.

I’m pretty sure we’ve all come across one or two, whom we just don’t click. Sometimes I wonder, why does God put me, a highly sensitive person, together with a grandiose narcissist? I still remember when I would lend a listening ear to this person (I can already hear some of you readers say, “that’s on you Q!”) But remember, I was once a person who gives people the benefit of doubt. But that kindness, whatever they thought I had, made me a victim. I was indeed, being taken advantage of. 

And unfortunately for me, I was surrounded by people who continuously allow this person to take advantage of us. Until one by one, these people leave, leaving me alone. These past few months, I grew a big resentment towards those who leave me with the mess that they created. What did I do so wrong that they kept me here? And that question popped up again,

“Why am I, the most sensitive person I know, placed with a narcissist who cares about no one but themselves?”

I then heard from the horse’s mouth, a partial closure. And that again and again, it was never my responsibility to deal with this person to begin with.

This episode then reminded me of something a friend said,

Count your blessings, Q. You may not have a Porsche and a yacht, but my God, you have so much more that money can’t buy. What they’re looking for, you found it.

I then realised, regardless of their presence, my support system has never left my side. When they got back, I was so afraid of even entering the block. And when I had no choice but to do so, my friends were by my side to affirm me that I’ll be okay and breathe easy. After all, why should this person own a 60-storey real estate in my mind, when this person doesn’t care about anyone but themselves? I know for a fact, that with my friends, I can slowly start to demolish that 60-storey building and focus on what matters most - my own goals.

And I guess that’s what God has been trying to tell me all along, maybe I can handle this, because I have a solid support system with me. And the light at the end of the tunnel will come sooner than I think, I just need to trust Him.